<?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-9193608152413753469</id><updated>2012-01-30T06:28:22.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>territorio particular</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-513716137855477075</id><published>2012-01-04T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:39:32.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Releitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dois anos depois...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8l4_awa5VQ/TwSAnMmiozI/AAAAAAAAA24/osV9OnYqYhI/s1600/Para+Rodrigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8l4_awa5VQ/TwSAnMmiozI/AAAAAAAAA24/osV9OnYqYhI/s320/Para+Rodrigo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-513716137855477075?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/513716137855477075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=513716137855477075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/513716137855477075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/513716137855477075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2012/01/releitura.html' title='Releitura'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8l4_awa5VQ/TwSAnMmiozI/AAAAAAAAA24/osV9OnYqYhI/s72-c/Para+Rodrigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5868272534448898798</id><published>2012-01-02T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:14:08.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do fundo do meu coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E foram tantas idas e vindas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Foi tanta alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tanta saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Foram tantos retratos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tantas aventuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É quase como um salto do ultimo andar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sei que vai ser fatal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu passei uma vida acordando na expectativa que tivesse sonhado comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não... não foi comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Foi real e bom, mas não foi comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zox8NTHSc_w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/9193608152413753469-5868272534448898798?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5868272534448898798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5868272534448898798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5868272534448898798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5868272534448898798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-fundo-do-meu-coracao.html' title='do fundo do meu coração...'/><author><name>midea!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657932544309292255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zox8NTHSc_w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-71966478189350227</id><published>2011-12-01T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:31:42.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sabia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sabia que ele não iria postar, e por isso n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em me surpreendi quando entrei aqui e não vi novidade. Da próxima vez não fala nada então, tá?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E também não me cobra de falar com você no msn se é pra me dizer que vai ficar off line porque a bateria vai acabar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Errrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-71966478189350227?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/71966478189350227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=71966478189350227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/71966478189350227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/71966478189350227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sabia.html' title='Eu sabia...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5872615097840746211</id><published>2011-11-17T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:36:22.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Programação feita para o final de semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nossos sonhos estão começando a sair do papel e temos noção que, para conseguir o que queremos, precisamos nos programar e de fato querer fazer acontecer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Combinamos que esse final de semana nós vamos visitar alguns apartamentos modelo decorado. Chegamos à conclusão de que não será possível (&lt;strike&gt;pelo menos não tão cedo&lt;/strike&gt;) conseguir alguma coisa na região do centro como gostaríamos e que nosso orçamento cabe melhor à Zona Norte e Guarulhos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele me mandou um link de um numa região bacana de Guarulhos que eu me apaixonei e, só o fato de saber que daqui alguns anos nós iremos morando juntos, dividindo nossas vidas, me dá até um apertinho no coração de alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-illNRgiDmqg/TsVDzmS4WpI/AAAAAAAAA10/SFAPUREz6o0/s1600/ap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-illNRgiDmqg/TsVDzmS4WpI/AAAAAAAAA10/SFAPUREz6o0/s320/ap.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Modelo decorado do ap de 70m² em Guarulhos que iremos visitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, espero só que nossa saga para ver apartamentos no final de semana não seja miada por uma preguicinha repentina ou qualquer outra coisa...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5872615097840746211?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5872615097840746211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5872615097840746211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5872615097840746211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5872615097840746211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2011/11/programacao-feita-para-o-final-de.html' title='Programação feita para o final de semana...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-illNRgiDmqg/TsVDzmS4WpI/AAAAAAAAA10/SFAPUREz6o0/s72-c/ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-9104391965376869891</id><published>2011-09-28T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:45:43.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele faz tudo para me agradar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="216340019-28092011"&gt;E ai  eu já estava com muito sono e chegamos na temaque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;ria e meu pedido não veio como eu  esperava.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Pois  no seu melhor estilo e sotaque francês, tentando (e conseguindo) me fazer rir e despertar, ele fez meu temaki acontecer  e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="216340019-28092011"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8shef-K8nN8/ToN3A8EdwEI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Lmg7W2K2_Ws/s1600/%25C3%25B3ba+temaki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8shef-K8nN8/ToN3A8EdwEI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Lmg7W2K2_Ws/s200/%25C3%25B3ba+temaki.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voilà!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="216340019-28092011" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="216340019-28092011"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="216340019-28092011" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O  que ele não espera que eu conte é que na verdade ele tinha mesmo que me agradar  depois de&amp;nbsp;me fazer encarar&amp;nbsp;os corredores sombrios dos fundos das lojas  do&amp;nbsp;Shopping Villa Lobos, me fazendo chegar à este lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="216340019-28092011"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="216340019-28092011"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nE0m95ZBgIs/ToN4rNYqeqI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CNwFpJ6PjCI/s1600/%25C3%25B3ba.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nE0m95ZBgIs/ToN4rNYqeqI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CNwFpJ6PjCI/s200/%25C3%25B3ba.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A óba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-9104391965376869891?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/9104391965376869891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=9104391965376869891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/9104391965376869891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/9104391965376869891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2011/09/ele-faz-tudo-para-me-agradar.html' title='Ele faz tudo para me agradar!'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8shef-K8nN8/ToN3A8EdwEI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Lmg7W2K2_Ws/s72-c/%25C3%25B3ba+temaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3448589807565424367</id><published>2011-09-19T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:01:11.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria que ele tivesse orgulho de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele me chama de "greenpeace" só para me irritar. Não entende meus motivos de pensar tanto nos outros e no meio ambiente e tentar ao máximo (mesmo sendo mínimo) o conscientizar de algumas coisas que, na verdade, são importantes apenas para mim. Esse lance de sustentabilidade, trabalhos sociais e qualquer papo eco/socio-chato não faz muito sentido pra ele - as vezes isso me incomoda! E o incomoda o fato de me incomodar, mas ele me respeita e acho que eu o respeito também... O que queria mesmo é que ele sentisse orgulho de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://s.videos.globo.com/p2/player.swf" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="http://s.videos.globo.com/p2/player.swf" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="midiaId=1633392&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;height=360" name="FlashVars" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esta matéria foi ao ar sábado, 17/09, dia que participei da ação... Olha eu ali! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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/9193608152413753469-3448589807565424367?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3448589807565424367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3448589807565424367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3448589807565424367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3448589807565424367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2011/09/queria-que-ele-tivesse-orgulho-de-mim.html' title='Queria que ele tivesse orgulho de mim...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5014452636002105498</id><published>2011-09-08T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:30:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going back to the start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 13px/19px 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="282100616-08092011"&gt;E então ele me mandou essa  música: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=redOxhfenp8"&gt;Mesmo que mude&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;E ai resolvi assumir que  estava sentindo falta e dizer que sabia o que queria... Parece que sempre soube!  Um ano e meio depois, nós estávamos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 13px/19px 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="282100616-08092011"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font: normal normal normal 13px/19px 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="282100616-08092011"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 13px/19px 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="282100616-08092011"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 13px/19px 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="282100616-08092011"&gt;Muita coisa mudou e parece  que tem muita coisa pra mudar ainda. Um dia eu chego lá, aliás... Um dia  chegamos lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 13px/19px 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="282100616-08092011"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ1iReXZqIM/TmjrYFO6xgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wkVQcXwQtNQ/s1600/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ1iReXZqIM/TmjrYFO6xgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wkVQcXwQtNQ/s200/New+Image.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feliz... :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/9193608152413753469-5014452636002105498?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5014452636002105498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5014452636002105498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5014452636002105498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5014452636002105498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-going-back-to-start.html' title='I&apos;m going back to the start...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ1iReXZqIM/TmjrYFO6xgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wkVQcXwQtNQ/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-4547351938105174204</id><published>2009-11-30T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:23:39.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu tava triste, tristinho...</title><content type='html'>mais sem graça que qualquer coisa que possa imaginar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ai eu percebi que, realmente, agora eu estou só.&lt;br /&gt;que agora eu "me declaro" sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;isso me faz chorar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-4547351938105174204?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4547351938105174204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=4547351938105174204&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4547351938105174204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4547351938105174204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-tava-triste-tristinho.html' title='eu tava triste, tristinho...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-1590160309055508106</id><published>2009-11-06T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:15:07.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>com você eu consigo enxergar bem mais longe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G9WEdwmBwQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G9WEdwmBwQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"você não vale nada, mas eu gosto de você"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-1590160309055508106?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1590160309055508106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=1590160309055508106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/1590160309055508106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/1590160309055508106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/com-voce-eu-consigo-enxergar-bem-mais.html' title='com você eu consigo enxergar bem mais longe'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6194928892995663071</id><published>2009-11-05T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:13:05.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>por quanto tempo isso ainda irá se prolongar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7WI7FWuFCw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7WI7FWuFCw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;música linda que fala verdades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6194928892995663071?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6194928892995663071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6194928892995663071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6194928892995663071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6194928892995663071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-quanto-tempo-isso-ainda-ira-se.html' title='por quanto tempo isso ainda irá se prolongar?'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3053013250208889041</id><published>2009-11-03T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:22:06.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>veja bem, meu bem...</title><content type='html'>mas a solidão deixa o coração, nesse leva e trás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDf_A02vH_Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDf_A02vH_Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3053013250208889041?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3053013250208889041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3053013250208889041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3053013250208889041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3053013250208889041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/veja-bem-meu-bem.html' title='veja bem, meu bem...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2109471107305438035</id><published>2009-11-01T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:54:51.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"hoje eu sonhei e acordei pensando nela"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/Su4YyFMXOWI/AAAAAAAAABk/CQgaRDJ8tgY/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280251930360162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/Su4YyFMXOWI/AAAAAAAAABk/CQgaRDJ8tgY/s320/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guerriando sempre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2109471107305438035?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2109471107305438035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2109471107305438035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2109471107305438035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2109471107305438035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/saudade.html' title='&quot;hoje eu sonhei e acordei pensando nela&quot;'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/Su4YyFMXOWI/AAAAAAAAABk/CQgaRDJ8tgY/s72-c/DSC02482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-4109294392681533008</id><published>2009-10-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:35:51.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amor mutante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5VfcCLIvjU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5VfcCLIvjU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Te amo con toda mi fe, sin medida&lt;br /&gt;Te amo aún que estes compartida&lt;br /&gt;Y sigues tu con el control, control..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-4109294392681533008?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4109294392681533008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=4109294392681533008&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4109294392681533008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4109294392681533008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-mutante.html' title='amor mutante...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2144064830608142314</id><published>2009-10-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:35:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hold me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwLP-6hZV-U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwLP-6hZV-U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistance - Muse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2144064830608142314?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2144064830608142314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2144064830608142314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2144064830608142314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2144064830608142314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/hold-me.html' title='hold me'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-73593270373375513</id><published>2009-10-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:58:30.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e você sempre...</title><content type='html'>E quando as palavras me dominam e percebo que posso tropeçar, arrumo outra maneira de falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM02J735TNo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM02J735TNo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você sempre - nenhum de nós&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-73593270373375513?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/73593270373375513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=73593270373375513&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/73593270373375513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/73593270373375513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-e-voce-sempre.html' title='Eu e você sempre...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2620689042811542095</id><published>2009-09-24T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:41:17.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rostinho colado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Nossa alma tem que ter a mesma idade que a idade do céu pra gente ter muito conhecimento, pra gente abstrair tudo que há de ruim nesse mundo e dentro da gente. Pra que a gente viva sempre bem, com muito amor e vontade. Digo que te amo como a simplicidade de um grão de sal, mas do tamanho do mar... Volta logo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tlmfg81dHZY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tlmfg81dHZY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;dançaria essa música de rostinho colado com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(brega)&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2620689042811542095?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2620689042811542095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2620689042811542095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2620689042811542095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2620689042811542095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/rostinho-colado.html' title='rostinho colado...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5550616445535754160</id><published>2009-09-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:13:05.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quase um segundo...</title><content type='html'>Essa música representa praticamente tudo o que queria dizer só que da forma mais poetica que existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu queria ver no escuro do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde está tudo o que você quer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra me transformar no que te agrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No que me faça ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quais são as cores e as coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra te prender?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tive um sonho ruim e acordei chorando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso eu te liguei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que você ainda pensa em mim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que você ainda pensa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes te odeio por quase um segundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois te amo mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teus pêlos, teu gosto, teu rosto, tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não me deixa em paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quais são as cores e as coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra te prender?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=495fa6d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5550616445535754160?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5550616445535754160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5550616445535754160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5550616445535754160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5550616445535754160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/quase-um-segundo.html' title='quase um segundo...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7595791693089691975</id><published>2009-09-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:31:36.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"não sei o que dizer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkkO1j4v1X4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkkO1j4v1X4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7595791693089691975?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7595791693089691975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7595791693089691975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7595791693089691975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7595791693089691975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='&quot;não sei o que dizer&quot;'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-8242211837897824642</id><published>2009-09-10T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:41:00.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do meu lado é pra valer...</title><content type='html'>Porque a gente se ama,&lt;br /&gt;Briga,&lt;br /&gt;Discute,&lt;br /&gt;Se desmancha e se refaz...&lt;br /&gt;E qualquer semelhança com algum tipo de ciclo é pura coincidência...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja a melhor coincidência de nossas vidas... a vontade de ficar!!&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre seja!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando eu chegar, vou te levar pra pista pra dançar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“quem acompanha o menino brasa é a garota explosão”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpwCtBFmCy4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpwCtBFmCy4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codinome Dinamite - Garotas Suecas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-8242211837897824642?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8242211837897824642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=8242211837897824642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/8242211837897824642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/8242211837897824642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-meu-lado-e-pra-valer.html' title='do meu lado é pra valer...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3505589848796107740</id><published>2009-09-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:21:26.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinguim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O problema era saudade mesmo. Tanto que, o que era discussão, virou conversa e olha: chegamos num acordo! Foram poucas horas e passou tão rápido. Mas eu volto e espero que ele também... LOGO! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379100932625521122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SqZnzGwd2eI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AVpfN-8L6Gg/s400/Foto+0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a gente em frente ao pinguim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3505589848796107740?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3505589848796107740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3505589848796107740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3505589848796107740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3505589848796107740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/pinguim.html' title='pinguim...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SqZnzGwd2eI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AVpfN-8L6Gg/s72-c/Foto+0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3250172221160756554</id><published>2009-09-05T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:06:10.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=270a71e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3250172221160756554?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3250172221160756554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3250172221160756554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3250172221160756554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3250172221160756554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-4869430249780608404</id><published>2009-09-04T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:48:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda é inverno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o que deveria nos unir, parece nos afastar. Vai contra minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vontade e foge do meu controle, mas juro que não é proposital. Fico irritada, brigo e xingo, mas na verdade acho que só queria um abraço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fui pega com uma lagrima escorrendo pelo rosto, dei voltas, mas não pude negar que era saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6INWnzYSg4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6INWnzYSg4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;o inverno me deixa fria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-4869430249780608404?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4869430249780608404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=4869430249780608404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4869430249780608404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4869430249780608404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/ainda-e-inverno.html' title='Ainda é inverno!'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7660699955549616878</id><published>2009-08-30T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:30:20.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calma pra contar nos dedos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela te dá a sensação de que algo está errado...&lt;br /&gt;Seu descaso é minha falta de atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ytks9DJhaA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ytks9DJhaA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caindo de saudades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7660699955549616878?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7660699955549616878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7660699955549616878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7660699955549616878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7660699955549616878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/08/calma-pra-contar-nos-dedos.html' title='calma pra contar nos dedos...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2435924424662255602</id><published>2009-08-26T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:54:11.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meu aconchego...</title><content type='html'>Dá o play e sinta minha saudade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0d1a48e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2435924424662255602?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2435924424662255602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2435924424662255602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2435924424662255602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2435924424662255602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-aconchego.html' title='meu aconchego...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6058455425293153448</id><published>2009-08-14T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:19:23.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem, faz rir esse triste olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:arial;" &gt;o nick é dele, mas a intenção é minha também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcjCElJxsxA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcjCElJxsxA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6058455425293153448?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6058455425293153448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6058455425293153448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6058455425293153448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6058455425293153448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/08/vem-faz-rir-esse-triste-olhar.html' title='Vem, faz rir esse triste olhar...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5975442706584191090</id><published>2009-07-06T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:53:32.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>só de me encontrar com seu olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falta estarmos mais perto um do outro....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temos rotas a seguir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Podemos ir daqui pro mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas quero ficar porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero mergulhar mais fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só de me encontrar no seu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já muda tudoPosso respirar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E posso te enxergar no escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem muito tempo na estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muito tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como quem não quer nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois da onda pesada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A onda zen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É namorar na almofada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E dormir bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi o seu olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me encantou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero um pouco mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desse seu amor...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen/ace010d/seu-olhar-seu-jorge"&gt;clique aqui e ouça&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa música é tão linda quanto o teu olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355351520629460674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SlIH1Yp3jsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Mm99B210QmQ/s400/olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5975442706584191090?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5975442706584191090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5975442706584191090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5975442706584191090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5975442706584191090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-de-me-encontrar-com-seu-olhar.html' title='só de me encontrar com seu olhar...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SlIH1Yp3jsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Mm99B210QmQ/s72-c/olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6933785549696400944</id><published>2009-07-02T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:18:34.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você guardei o amor...</title><content type='html'>O Sol se abriu, mas voltou a chover...&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez eu vou sem capa mesmo, acho que vai se bom me molhar um pouco. Talvez você possa me esquentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendi vendo meus pais&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;br /&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Céu, cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris risca ao levitar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpnoEdHKib0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpnoEdHKib0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guarde o amor – Nando Reis e Ana Cañas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que depois que uma pessoa faz uma musica ela vira de todos e, se ela é de todos é minha também... e se é minha, posso dar o significado que quiser, não é!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6933785549696400944?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6933785549696400944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6933785549696400944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6933785549696400944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6933785549696400944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/07/pra-voce-guardei-o-amor.html' title='Pra você guardei o amor...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5496814002656443518</id><published>2009-06-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:48:36.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como eu quero...</title><content type='html'>Eles se deram outra trégua e foi perfeito como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Que ele sempre se lembre dela dançando destrambelhada e fazendo graça só para ele se apaixonar ainda mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ujmTQ3MpCE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ujmTQ3MpCE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tramos do sucesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Território&lt;/em&gt; particular" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5496814002656443518?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5496814002656443518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5496814002656443518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5496814002656443518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5496814002656443518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-fogo-ingenuo-da-paixao.html' title='como eu quero...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7641275088651707069</id><published>2009-06-26T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:54:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"apenas uma vez"</title><content type='html'>Porque eu queria transformar minha vida em um filme...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu já tenho uma história de amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu posso escrever nosso fim... Nosso começo.&lt;br /&gt;E posso escrever de novo e de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei como te conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;Você sorri pra me apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTQR8KXotEk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTQR8KXotEk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7641275088651707069?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7641275088651707069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7641275088651707069&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7641275088651707069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7641275088651707069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/apenas-uma-vez.html' title='&quot;apenas uma vez&quot;'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3596180720014886149</id><published>2009-06-24T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:40:40.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tão perto</title><content type='html'>E ontem, logo depois que entrei na estrada, me senti voltando no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele tempo em que eu disse "Sim" querendo dizer "Não". Daqueles dias em que chorei de raiva e sorri por falta de opção. E quase me lembro, até parece que foi ontem que eu disse: "Vai", mas com os braços te pedindo pra ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei no tempo e senti no peito o mesmo frio que senti naquele dia, voltando sozinho pra casa. E quando você estava perto do céu, pensei que fosse o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“e o que estava longe está aqui&lt;br /&gt;dentro e tão perto&lt;br /&gt;de um jeito tão certo que só cabe mesmo em mim.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVRFOqNFW9Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVRFOqNFW9Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando Reis - Mosaico Abstrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a qualidade não está boa, mas estava ansioso pra postar essa musica)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3596180720014886149?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3596180720014886149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3596180720014886149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3596180720014886149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3596180720014886149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/tao-perto.html' title='tão perto'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6142567161782739060</id><published>2009-06-22T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:17:40.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universo paralelo</title><content type='html'>Ela entra no meu quarto e me faz Cia quase que a noite inteira. Se bem que, outro dia, eu vi no jornal de manhã uma idiotice. Disseram que, uma pessoa sonha no máximo cinco minutos por noite, mas certeza que eu sonho cerca de quatro horas e meia por dia...&lt;br /&gt;Força do pensamento?&lt;br /&gt;Amor!?&lt;br /&gt;Ai pra tirar minha duvida, assim que acordo, a primeira coisa que pergunto é: Sonhou comigo!? &lt;br /&gt;E ela diz: Não!&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre digo que sonhei, cantando vantagem em cima dela!&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo, no fundo acho que nunca sonha comigo porque ela sempre vem me ver e, sendo assim, não é preciso ir visitá-la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SAY2NhE7Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SAY2NhE7Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Libertines - What Became Of The Likely Lads&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6142567161782739060?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6142567161782739060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6142567161782739060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6142567161782739060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6142567161782739060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/universo-paralelo.html' title='Universo paralelo'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6640617873424697667</id><published>2009-06-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:22:06.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, dois... Um, dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ufah, depois de dois posts tensos, tá na hora de relaxar, né!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE RELAXAR QUE NADA!!&lt;br /&gt;Dê o play e anime-se comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoLVWvqEwzs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoLVWvqEwzs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongar, estender, forçar, andar, correr, suar... Nossa, como é difícil essa vida de gente saudável!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como é bom saber que estamos nos apoiando até nesse momento de superação, afinal não é fácil sentir os bafos de arroto após a corrida!! rs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Parque da Juventude fica pequeno pro tamanho da disposição dele. A dele mesmo, porque a minha afeta o joelho já depois da terceira volta! hehe Maaas, cada um no seu ritmo, eu tenho o meu e ele é lento. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Obrigada pela companhia!! (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6640617873424697667?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6640617873424697667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6640617873424697667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6640617873424697667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6640617873424697667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-dois-um-dois.html' title='Um, dois... Um, dois...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3010408214048496124</id><published>2009-06-17T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:01:29.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paciência...</title><content type='html'>CANSEI de tentar ficar em PAZ e pedir DESCULPA mesmo NÃO achando que estou ERRADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/je-RTYbzoEk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/je-RTYbzoEk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3010408214048496124?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3010408214048496124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3010408214048496124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3010408214048496124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3010408214048496124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/paciencia.html' title='paciência...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3345678897719281144</id><published>2009-06-16T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:48:19.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tua capa de novo é o lençol</title><content type='html'>Porque às vezes a coisa foge do controle é bem melhor dar um passo a mais para trás!&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tive um raciocínio esperto e fui curioso. Acertei!&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma brincadeira que era minha e comigo mesmo. Não interessava a mais ninguém. No entanto, não é o bastante dizer a verdade. O que importa não é que você diz, mas sim no que o outro acredita. A sinceridade não tem peso algum nessa hora.&lt;br /&gt;E ai a brincadeira acabou e ninguém percebeu que não tinha mais graça.&lt;br /&gt;eu? eu sou grosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim. Você tem razão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3XQrXqcv1A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3XQrXqcv1A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gram - Tem Cor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3345678897719281144?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3345678897719281144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3345678897719281144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3345678897719281144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3345678897719281144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/tua-capa-de-novo-e-o-lencol.html' title='A tua capa de novo é o lençol'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6267772603297972590</id><published>2009-06-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:26:23.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O menino do pijama listrado.</title><content type='html'>É pena pensar que as fotos amarelam e com o tempo perdem a cor... Diga-se de passagem, o cinza e branco são ótimos representantes da saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Já me tiraram a inocência...&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco atrasados, mas assistimos nesse fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao invés de musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3fK0p3x0RE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3fK0p3x0RE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6267772603297972590?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6267772603297972590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6267772603297972590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6267772603297972590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6267772603297972590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-menino-do-pijama-listrado.html' title='O menino do pijama listrado.'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5591213633431824038</id><published>2009-06-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:53:17.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"posso fazer uma coisa!?"</title><content type='html'>Fazia frio como hoje, mas era outro mês...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei um pouco tímido em ir, no entanto algo em mim falou mais alto. Enrolei em um cachecol no pescoço, calcei aquele tênis cinza e com minhas mãos frias e movido pela vontade caminhei para vê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vestia uma camisetinha verde de gola alta no pescoço e usava aquele perfume que eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto elas conversavam (havia um cupido dentuço conosco), eu meio deslocado reparava... Como ela fica linda comendo cachorro quente!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos embora do mesmo jeito que chegamos. Dávamos passos curtos, como se não quiséssemos chegar. O frio nos aproximava e nossos ombros se esbarravam quase que propositalmente. Os postes focavam a luz sobre nós. Passei meu braço por baixo de seu cabelo, como havia visto em filme, e ela abraçou minhas costas. Faltavam só dois quarteirões e andávamos ainda mais devagar.&lt;br /&gt;“Fica aqui! Meu pai deve estar no portão!”&lt;br /&gt;Havíamos ficado assim, tão perto, duas únicas vezes, mas dessa vez foi diferente. Foi perto de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Foi perto do céu e longe de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Quase alcançando as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão perto que me vi perdido e quando abri os olhos, olhei sua boca...&lt;br /&gt;Não queria mais ir embora e como ela me cantou “eu trocaria a eternidade por essa noite”...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu trocaria aquela noite pelo resto de nossos dias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaSVBnAitb0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaSVBnAitb0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenhum de nós - Julho de 83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é brega, mas a gente sabe o porque...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5591213633431824038?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5591213633431824038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5591213633431824038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5591213633431824038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5591213633431824038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/posso-fazer-uma-coisa.html' title='&quot;posso fazer uma coisa!?&quot;'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7125075313167928765</id><published>2009-06-08T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:31:56.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo</title><content type='html'>Anteontem, nós fomos passear. Ela muda, eu calado.&lt;br /&gt;Nós brigamos um dia antes e eu quis machucá-la. Só porque achei que sua intenção era me ferir. Sem que notássemos demos um passo para trás sem a intenção de avançar. Senti sua falta logo após desligar o telefone, mas me impedi de retornar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria pedir desculpas e dizer que fui um estúpido,&lt;br /&gt;Mas resolvi deixar passar...&lt;br /&gt;Ela me invadiu de silêncio pra me despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei e...&lt;br /&gt;Ela já me Ama de verdade a ponto de se sentir segura...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a minha paixão ainda não passou... ela faz questão de não me entender.&lt;br /&gt;E quer saber!?&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço, cada vez mais, mais questão de me apaixonar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro a intensidade...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yb-HsIwNpOQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yb-HsIwNpOQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7125075313167928765?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7125075313167928765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7125075313167928765&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7125075313167928765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7125075313167928765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo hoo'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5604225410458800979</id><published>2009-06-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:00:01.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cara limpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986923923020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/Si01SdGKGqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-BtOHEq6_Ro/s400/carf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;affuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5604225410458800979?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5604225410458800979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5604225410458800979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5604225410458800979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5604225410458800979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/cara-limpa.html' title='cara limpa'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/Si01SdGKGqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-BtOHEq6_Ro/s72-c/carf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2859809103877261686</id><published>2009-06-03T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:37:06.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trilha perfeita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje resolvi reviver os posts antigos (já que ele não se dá ao trabalho nem de entrar aqui hehe) e percebi que a nossa &lt;strong&gt;trilha preferida&lt;/strong&gt; ainda não tinha sido postada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não por isso, resolvi vir aqui para deixar registrado o quanto essa música siginifica, o quanto ela é forte e como nossos corações conseguem pulsar no ritmo dela quando a ouvimos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu amo cada momento desse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e9e1293" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2859809103877261686?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2859809103877261686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2859809103877261686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2859809103877261686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2859809103877261686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/trilha-perfeita.html' title='trilha perfeita'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6804901771934900885</id><published>2009-05-18T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:27:30.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quem fala é o doutor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337183342579445954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/ShF7-POUcMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SPQt3vdiZsc/s400/DSC02505.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"fiz aquele anúncio e ninguém viu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pus em quase todo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a foto mais bonita que eu fiz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;você olhando pra mim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337184266302079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/ShF80AW9QuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5wo04igd6Wk/s400/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6804901771934900885?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6804901771934900885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6804901771934900885&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6804901771934900885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6804901771934900885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-fala-e-o-doutor.html' title='quem fala é o doutor...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/ShF7-POUcMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SPQt3vdiZsc/s72-c/DSC02505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6131231256333291658</id><published>2009-05-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:11:43.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfeito</title><content type='html'>Ai ai...&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem um sorriso atrevido e acha que ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;Tem os olhos lindos e esbugalhados e acha que nunca vai cair&lt;br /&gt;Tem memória de elefante, mas insiste em não fazer uso&lt;br /&gt;Passa duas horas se arrumando em casa pra terminar de se maquiar no carro... e ainda pede pra eu ir devagar...&lt;br /&gt;Foi “pra Zamerica e pros Zisterior” e diz que ainda não conhece nada&lt;br /&gt;Faz Arte na fila do metrô e bota a culpa em mim... rs**&lt;br /&gt;Faz manha o dia inteiro e diz que estou chato...&lt;br /&gt;Ela me completa...&lt;br /&gt;Ela completa mais uma primavera amanhã e ta me dizendo que não tem motivo pra comemorar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtOWNvXMQO4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtOWNvXMQO4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"e é pura crueldade pedir pra ele mudar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6131231256333291658?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6131231256333291658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6131231256333291658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6131231256333291658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6131231256333291658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/05/imperfeito.html' title='Imperfeito'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6883577850023160682</id><published>2009-05-14T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:50:02.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends in gala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SgxzZfSdT3I/AAAAAAAAAho/wQPOJ48PVmE/s1600-h/DSC01643A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335766540260036466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SgxzZfSdT3I/AAAAAAAAAho/wQPOJ48PVmE/s400/DSC01643A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; um bando de brucutú gordo e barbudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6883577850023160682?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6883577850023160682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6883577850023160682&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6883577850023160682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6883577850023160682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-in-gala.html' title='friends in gala...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SgxzZfSdT3I/AAAAAAAAAho/wQPOJ48PVmE/s72-c/DSC01643A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-4236830482419352914</id><published>2009-05-12T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:08:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dois pra cá, dois pra... deixa pra lá!</title><content type='html'>E, de repente, ela me tirou pra dançar e, eu, que nunca havia arriscado um passo se quer, tímido fui pro meio do salão. Suas mãos levavam as minhas como quem sabia onde estava indo. Olhando para seus pés tentava disfarçar... Seu sorriso me convidava!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ela nem lembre, talvez ela estivesse muito mais preocupada em se divertir comigo do que em gravar na memória... Mas eu não esqueço... Ela dizia dos shows que já tinha ido e eu dos discos tinha comprado. Ela tomava Vodka e eu Pepsi, Ela fazia amizade com as pessoas enquanto eu ficava pensando num jeito de chamar atenção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ela olhou pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zNIAzSw6jA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zNIAzSw6jA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-4236830482419352914?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4236830482419352914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=4236830482419352914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4236830482419352914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4236830482419352914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/05/dois-pra-ca-dois-pra-deixa-pra-la.html' title='dois pra cá, dois pra... deixa pra lá!'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3312227290575959605</id><published>2009-04-28T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:14:54.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tempo às vezes é inimigo do amor, ele anda de mãos dadas com a saudade. O tempo é inimigo da paciência, acelerando a ansiedade. Ai me pergunto: por quanto tempo mais? Fico angustiada e depois passa, porque nada é mais forte que o amor, nem mesmo o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhfSkSda5TI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhfSkSda5TI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/9193608152413753469-3312227290575959605?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3312227290575959605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3312227290575959605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3312227290575959605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3312227290575959605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempo.html' title='tempo...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-1105803663812511576</id><published>2009-04-15T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:24:23.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assim ele está bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SeX8HDCBMgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kssNYh-nvOY/s1600-h/alimenta%C3%A7ao+nitidamente+saudavel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324939332438536706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SeX8HDCBMgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kssNYh-nvOY/s400/alimenta%C3%A7ao+nitidamente+saudavel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SeX7tyQ5jRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/gzgPhSbXdnQ/s1600-h/alimenta%C3%A7ao+nitidamente+saudavel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-1105803663812511576?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1105803663812511576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=1105803663812511576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/1105803663812511576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/1105803663812511576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/assim-ele-esta-bem.html' title='assim ele está bem...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SeX8HDCBMgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kssNYh-nvOY/s72-c/alimenta%C3%A7ao+nitidamente+saudavel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7775882699819362962</id><published>2009-04-14T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:05:26.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque, as vezes, falta diferencial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARHyRI9_NB4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARHyRI9_NB4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7775882699819362962?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7775882699819362962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7775882699819362962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7775882699819362962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7775882699819362962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-as-vezes-falta-diferencial.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7217706122787812578</id><published>2009-04-14T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:07:57.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez mais...</title><content type='html'>e só no seu descaso que percebo que existem dias em que preciso muito mais de mim mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;e me esqueço de tudo que me faz bem quando penso em você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGy3r1CpFNY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGy3r1CpFNY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"como quem não tem nada a ver com o que se passa em meu coração"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7217706122787812578?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7217706122787812578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7217706122787812578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7217706122787812578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7217706122787812578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/cada-vez-mais.html' title='Cada vez mais...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5726314933376444452</id><published>2009-04-07T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:02:26.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a gente tem quanto a gente dá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3919c89" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5726314933376444452?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5726314933376444452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5726314933376444452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5726314933376444452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5726314933376444452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/gente-tem-quanto-gente-da.html' title='a gente tem quanto a gente dá...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5142697794233100164</id><published>2009-04-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:37:19.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>))&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;((</title><content type='html'>Não esquecer da primeira vez em conversaram&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecer do dia em que ela ligou pra desejar um tímido “Feliz Aniversário”&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecer da primeira vez em que se viram pessoalmente&lt;br /&gt;Guardar os históricos de todas as conversas por tempo indeterminado&lt;br /&gt;Gastar mais de mil mensagens de texto por mês&lt;br /&gt;Desejar um Ótimo dia!&lt;br /&gt;Ir à festinha de aniversário dela e paquerar no portão&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar do primeiro beijo&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar do primeiro beijo de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar da cor do tênis que ela usava na sétima série&lt;br /&gt;Guardar os cartões&lt;br /&gt;Assimilar os cheiros&lt;br /&gt;Se apaixonar mais do que ontem&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar das vezes em que o destino tentou, sem sucesso, de alguma forma ou de outra aproximar vocês&lt;br /&gt;Dar risadas e fazê-la rir...&lt;br /&gt;Ir à lanchonete preferida e passar por baixo da mesa...&lt;br /&gt;Achar bonita a mesma camiseta todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Se apaixonar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Olhar nos olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Ver qualidade nos defeitos&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar daquele dia depois do cinema...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar da blusa, da saia, da bota e do perfume&lt;br /&gt;Ter ciúmes e bater o pé&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar coisas onde não tem nada pra se ver&lt;br /&gt;Fazer planos&lt;br /&gt;Mudar de planos&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar até sentir uma dorzinha no meio das costas...&lt;br /&gt;Desejar como da primeira vez, mesmo que seja a ultima...&lt;br /&gt;Ligar pra não dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que ama&lt;br /&gt;Saber ouvir, e não deixar de falar.&lt;br /&gt;Se apaixonar o tempo todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGW1hXJryY8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGW1hXJryY8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5142697794233100164?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5142697794233100164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5142697794233100164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5142697794233100164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5142697794233100164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='))&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;(('/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-237193249503273170</id><published>2009-03-25T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:49:32.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que nosso amor seja como os passos de dança de Ginger Rogers e Fred Astaire: &lt;strong&gt;ETERNO&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ko54wynA2E&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ko54wynA2E&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-237193249503273170?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/237193249503273170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=237193249503273170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/237193249503273170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/237193249503273170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos.html' title='momentos...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2538744231055748925</id><published>2009-03-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:32:20.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're so fucking special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia das 23 primaveras completas eu não estava presente, mas no dia mais esperado desde o ano passado eu estava; meio atrasada, mas estava. Foi tudo perfeito (com exceção de que minha cabeça estava a ponto de explodir). Tentei realizar o desejo dele de estar perto dos amigos, mas a tentativa foi frustrada (não por minha culpa - juro!!). Resumindo, foi uma festinha de aniversário muito da legal e, como ele roubou minha idéia de video sem saber que era a que pretendia postar para comemorar seu aniversário, posto outra música que, hoje, faz mais sentido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amor... parabéns (atrasado aqui) pelo seu aniversário. Muita saúde, amor, alegria, paz, felicidade e tudo de bom na sua vida! E muito eu nela também, né!? Te amo muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you're just like an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're skin makes me cry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZeoo_sloN8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZeoo_sloN8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2538744231055748925?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2538744231055748925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2538744231055748925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2538744231055748925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2538744231055748925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-so-fucking-special.html' title='you&apos;re so fucking special...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2399886809073066615</id><published>2009-03-20T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:07:10.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"e o mundo todo vira nós dois"</title><content type='html'>Pode ser culpa dela ou até mesmo falta de razão de minha parte. Pode ser crise de ciúmes ou uma brincadeira sem graça. Pode ter sido só um sonho ruim. Pode vir com nossos planos, nossos sonhos, nossos segredos, nossas verdades e nossas vergonhas.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser um lápis ou algo que dure pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Pode estar em um piscar de olhos ou numa noite inteira pra dormirmos.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja minha timidez e a simpatia dela.&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor, a gente é quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rc4U8bDCVvo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rc4U8bDCVvo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dois&quot;'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6939879027113173315</id><published>2009-03-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:55:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>segura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segura as emoções, segura a paixão, segura os sentimentos bons, segura o amor, segura as verdade, segura as frases bonitas, segura os sorrisos sinceros, segura o carinho, segura a sinceridade, segura o bom humor, segura a beleza das coisas pequenas, segura o abraço apertado, segura a alegria, segura as amizades, segura o bom senso, segura a liberdade, segura a simplicidade, segura os dias de sol, segura os domingos de chuva, segura a fidelidade, segura a família, segura a boa música, segura a sabedoria, segura o aprendizado, segura o perdão, segura só coisas boas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGURA A MINHA MÃO... e não solta mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/29zQGhnKQck&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/29zQGhnKQck&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you are so beautiful to me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6939879027113173315?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6939879027113173315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6939879027113173315&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6939879027113173315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6939879027113173315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/segura.html' title='segura...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2050898414998465110</id><published>2009-03-11T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:30:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e como será!?</title><content type='html'>Ela... pensando em escrever, ensaiar, filmar, editar, casar, comprar um apartamento, um carro, ter filhos, fazer a janta, arrumar o cabelo, fazer as unhas, ficar bonita, ir à academia, fazer mais uma faculdade, viajar, ver os amigos, ir ao cinema aos domingos, viajar “côas criança”, e ver seu nome passando nos créditos finais...&lt;br /&gt;Eu... pensando em me formar, trabalhar em casa, ter um quarto vermelho e tirar fotos e... "leva as criança pra passea no shópp”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais falta pra gente dar certo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxEpngNm_Us&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxEpngNm_Us&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2050898414998465110?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2050898414998465110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2050898414998465110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2050898414998465110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2050898414998465110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-como-sera.html' title='e como será!?'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-4037167894216538346</id><published>2009-03-09T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:35:38.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O "não" às vezes é puro charme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele segura meu rosto, me olha no olho e elogia meu sorriso; apesar do tempo/intimidade, desvio o olhar, fico sem graça. Penteio sua barba com as unhas - o prefiro de barba. Me dá vontade de chorar ao pensar em nós dois, sinto medo repentino. "Te amo!" - ele fala e eu sorrio. Estou segura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amor exige muito da pessoa, ele pede muito em troca"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nypx6KdcUOY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nypx6KdcUOY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;...vídeo perfeito!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-4037167894216538346?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4037167894216538346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=4037167894216538346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4037167894216538346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4037167894216538346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-nao-as-vezes-e-puro-charme.html' title='O &quot;não&quot; às vezes é puro charme...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3594337138003439840</id><published>2009-03-06T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:49:27.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora amarga, ora doce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é assim: nos traz coisas boas e ficamos extremamente felizes e, quando nos traz coisas ruins, parece que o mundo cai sobre a gente. Juro que tento não dar mais valor para as coisas ruins, mas, às vezes, elas me parecem muito mais pesadas, não porque eu quero, mas pela dimensão que deixamos elas tomarem. Porque não nos descontrolamos por um beijo ou por um carinho? Porque não gritamos quando estamos felizes? Porque não fazemos o pneu do carro cantar de alegria? Porque não cantamos alto e amamos mais ainda? ... Juro que vou parar de reclamar um dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A cidade está deserta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em todo o lado essa palavra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repetida ao expoente da loucura!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora amarga! Ora doce!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhh_D9e5TaA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhh_D9e5TaA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3594337138003439840?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3594337138003439840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3594337138003439840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3594337138003439840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3594337138003439840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/ora-amarga-ora-doce.html' title='Ora amarga, ora doce...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-1426280299911215101</id><published>2009-03-02T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:55:09.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa ser como será</title><content type='html'>Talvez tenha interpretado tão mal suas palavras, quanto ela me interpretou.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos olhos abriram uma brecha no tempo e reviramos nossas lembranças trazendo de volta o passado de um modo que, particularmente, não havia visto. Percebi que algumas fotos estão perdendo a cor, algumas peças ainda não estão bem encaixadas e, que ao ler isso, provavelmente ela vai me entender mal mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Eu achava tudo tão bonito como era, por mais que fosse ou deixasse de ser. Eu gostava assim, aliás, só pra ficar mais claro, eu ainda gosto!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só me perdi com a organização do tempo da coisa, só isso!&lt;br /&gt;Mas como disse outrora, a melhor parte de tudo isso é que temos o dia inteiro pra aprender e, como diria meu xará, “se eu péco é na vontade de ter um amor de verdade”. Não que não sejamos um, muito pelo contrário, mas a vontade de viver isso intensamente para sempre é tão grande que... “fere e cansa”.&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse outro tempo, hoje eu pediria desculpas... Mas dessa vez não!&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez eu prefiro contar que era domingo, fazia sol e ela vestia uma mini saia e bota de couro, como a muito tempo não faz. Ela me ligou e marcamos de se encontrar em frente à igreja. Ela foi no seu e eu no meu. Cheguei de mansinho pra que não me visse, até desliguei as chaves. O coração dava “pala” do meu nervosismo e de fato já sabia o que fazer. Conversamos o suficiente pra “esclarecermos” a nós mesmos que queríamos um ao outro e foi então que me despedindo em um rápido e único beijo eu a disse sem que pudéssemos ouvir: “deixa ser como será”.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHj4bGpABMg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHj4bGpABMg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-1426280299911215101?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/1426280299911215101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=1426280299911215101&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/1426280299911215101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/1426280299911215101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/03/deixa-ser-como-sera.html' title='Deixa ser como será'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-6455481691184068042</id><published>2009-02-25T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:00:42.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No escuro, só nós dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me lembro como se fosse ontem... Quintal da casa dele. Seus amigos, até então desconhecidos, faziam suas piadas internas e eu dava risada, fingindo entendimento. Ele resolveu sentar frente a frente comigo, com o violão no colo. Como ficava lindo com o violão no colo (hoje em dia ainda fica, mas a frequencia é bem menor). Então ele se colocou bem pertinho de mim e eu dele. Nos fechamos num mundo só nosso e o único som que, daquele momento em diante, ouvi foi o dedilhar de uma linda música e sua voz quase rouca (quando baixinha) cantando pra mim. O amei ainda mais naquele momento!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7OZBeVfgbs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7OZBeVfgbs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-fareast-: minor-fareastfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;"eu to te esperando, vê se não vai demorar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-6455481691184068042?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/6455481691184068042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=6455481691184068042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6455481691184068042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/6455481691184068042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-escuro-so-nos-dois.html' title='No escuro, só nós dois...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7936876714426428287</id><published>2009-02-23T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:44:14.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me abraça forte agora...</title><content type='html'>Eu queria mesmo era cantar pra nós dois...&lt;br /&gt;Esse é só começo de uma vida inteira. - Deixa chegar o sonho...&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor de tudo é que temos o dia todo pra errar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se pudesse escolher... seria no seu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inEN23NVvOs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/inEN23NVvOs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Prepara uma avenida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7936876714426428287?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7936876714426428287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7936876714426428287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7936876714426428287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7936876714426428287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-abraca-forte-agora.html' title='Me abraça forte agora...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-5240772537045242736</id><published>2009-02-13T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:47:31.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times gonna come...</title><content type='html'>Ele não entende inglês, mas só queria dizer que não desistirei nunca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBOEo3kjOlY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBOEo3kjOlY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-5240772537045242736?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/5240772537045242736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=5240772537045242736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5240772537045242736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/5240772537045242736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times-gonna-come.html' title='Good times gonna come...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2558135371098426214</id><published>2009-02-13T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:21:06.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>na sua janela...</title><content type='html'>E quase todas as canções que ouvi hoje soavam, em um determinado momento, como se fossem feitas pra mim. Me vesti um com um pouco mais de emoção e estendi a mão pra saudade. Eu gosto do brega. Será que estava ouvindo mesmo ou era eu que queria escutar!?&lt;br /&gt;Quis ficar sozinho quase que o caminho inteiro e, não tinha ninguém do meu lado. Continuei calado. Abri o vidro e deixei o vento falar, estava quase ensurdecedor nas ladeiras mais retas.&lt;br /&gt;Se as pessoas não pedissem, talvez eu oferecesse carona. Gosto de ouvir verdades inventadas na hora... Mas hoje eu queria ficar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensei...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez minha magoa seja comigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a raiva que sai pelos braços rechicoteando em mim. É medo que tenho de te machucar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não consegui falar, usei rodeios, como quase sempre na tentativa de forçar seu foco em minhas frases.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... nós vamos abrir as janelas assim que a chuva passar, tem muita coisa por aí pra nos completar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEnfBVMLx1o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEnfBVMLx1o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-2558135371098426214?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2558135371098426214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2558135371098426214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2558135371098426214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2558135371098426214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-sua-janela.html' title='na sua janela...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7780229510716633831</id><published>2009-02-12T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:27:32.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem chegar a algum lugar</title><content type='html'>Tava só pensando em falar, mesmo que não entenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava distraído, como quase sempre, mais atento aos passos dos outros do que aos meus pés, tropecei em alguns ressentimentos e cai nas nossas lembranças. Seria muito mais fácil se eu pudesse ignorar meus impulsos...&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria que fizesse questão, ou que prestasse atenção&lt;br /&gt;Mas não com aquele ar de caridade...&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tão difícil assim!?&lt;br /&gt;Precisa ser sempre tão difícil assim!?&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive pressentimentos que nunca pensei em ter&lt;br /&gt;Quase tudo foi contra minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Me senti caindo, sem ter onde me segurar&lt;br /&gt;A tempos não me sentia assim e não queria que assim fosse....&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender a me calar, sempre fico com cara de culpado...&lt;br /&gt;Alias a culpa é sempre minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wd3o0YOTdLc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wd3o0YOTdLc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7780229510716633831?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7780229510716633831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7780229510716633831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7780229510716633831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7780229510716633831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-chegar-algum-lugar.html' title='Sem chegar a algum lugar'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3872458040570859280</id><published>2009-02-10T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:16:33.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rato, meu querido rato.</title><content type='html'>Oi oi oi...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe pelo atraso, mas precisei ficar até mais tarde no trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;É, confesso. Algumas vezes falta tempo,  em outras paciência...&lt;br /&gt;Mas... o que é um fds pra quem tem uma vida inteira pela frente!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva fez-me lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-rXYoax60M&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-rXYoax60M&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3872458040570859280?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3872458040570859280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3872458040570859280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3872458040570859280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3872458040570859280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/rato-meu-querido-rato.html' title='Rato, meu querido rato.'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-8354493984638819186</id><published>2009-02-09T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:22:44.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O nosso final de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O nosso final de semana foi de uma paciencia (ou falta de paciencia) diferente, que normalmente não temos. A chuva nos fez perder um pouco a calma no meio do transito caótico em pleno sábado à tarde, a fome dele também influenciou, mas juro que eu tentei não me deixar levar pela impaciencia, ele também. Acho que fomos vitoriosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A chuva, ao mesmo tempo que "atrapalhou", nos ajudou... Ajudou a nos controlarmos em momento de tensão. O ritmo dos pingos ao cair no chão não me fizeram relembrar nada, aliás. Mas foi tudo bem e deu tudo certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"chuva traga o meu benzinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois preciso de carinho..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sei7o06adII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sei7o06adII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-8354493984638819186?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/8354493984638819186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=8354493984638819186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/8354493984638819186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/8354493984638819186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-nosso-final-de-semana.html' title='O nosso final de semana'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7701417712178630973</id><published>2009-01-28T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:53:52.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adoro lembrar...</title><content type='html'>Meio contrariado e com muita vergonha, mas eu fui... e fiquei quase o tempo todo tentando disfarçar a minha timidez e felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;E aí logo depois que todos foram embora, ficamos conversando por algum tempo no portão. Ela estava com os pés descalços, lindos pés, os cabelos vermelhos e cumpridos... que eu morro de saudade, as bochechas rosadas e as pernas de fora, como quase sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Transbordava alegria pelos olhos, e ficava notável a impaciência em minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade era de ficar abraçado a madrugada inteira... E foi exatamente ali que eu entendi que fomos feitos pra nós dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me lembro da primeira musica que dividi com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G13QGkyiDqA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G13QGkyiDqA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7701417712178630973?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7701417712178630973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7701417712178630973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7701417712178630973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7701417712178630973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/adoro-lembrar.html' title='adoro lembrar...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3323734454619193017</id><published>2009-01-27T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:28:46.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo do juízo final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SX9D5Unsj4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6GxFqmE83EM/s1600-h/praia+di+e+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296026338877804418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SX9D5Unsj4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6GxFqmE83EM/s400/praia+di+e+eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um barco sem porto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem rumo, sem vela,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cavalo sem cela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bicho solto, cão sem dono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menino, um bandido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes me preservo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noutras, suicido..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9912e9c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3323734454619193017?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3323734454619193017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3323734454619193017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3323734454619193017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3323734454619193017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/fogo-do-juizo-final.html' title='Fogo do juízo final'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SX9D5Unsj4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6GxFqmE83EM/s72-c/praia+di+e+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2768357428060884127</id><published>2009-01-26T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:03:57.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O começo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consigo lembrar de nós dois no carro, durante a madrugada chuvosa. Era possível desenhar estrelas no vidro, começamos ali a construir nossos sonhos. Sonhos feitos do nosso amor transbordado pelo suor. Depois desse momento, alguns outros (parecidos ou não) vieram para concretizar o que o primeiro bate papo na internet já havia me mostrado: era amor. Hoje já não me restam dúvidas... Só uma saudadezinha gostosa daquela paquera que hoje é flerte fatal. E eu amo quando ele me olha como naquela época.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eu trocaria a eternidade por essa noite..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 55px"&gt;&lt;object height="55" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=148708&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x555552&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=148708&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x525252&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Discover &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Cássia Eller&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/9193608152413753469-2768357428060884127?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2768357428060884127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2768357428060884127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2768357428060884127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2768357428060884127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-comeo.html' title='O começo...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-412920767625826271</id><published>2009-01-23T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:02:09.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>como um enorme carrossel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Queria um pijama novo, uma musica nova...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um terno diferente, uma calça desbotada e um chaveiro com luzinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Queria sair pra passear e ver discos voadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Queria ver estrelas e me fascinar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;queria te Fazer Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QR8Z7yVy8uA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QR8Z7yVy8uA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arnaldo Antunes - Contato Imediato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como é que eu faço mesmo pra parar o tempo!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-412920767625826271?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/412920767625826271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=412920767625826271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/412920767625826271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/412920767625826271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-um-enorme-carrossel.html' title='como um enorme carrossel'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-4235102072061062019</id><published>2009-01-22T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:49:53.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quem é louco aqui!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caralho... Mal me deitei e já tive que acordar, a noite voou. Sonhei até a gota hoje. Levantei com dor nas costas; culpa da incerteza que tenho carregado desde que me apresentaram o mundo e não me disseram que teria obrigação de conviver com a falsidade e a decepção...&lt;br /&gt;A flor da pele, quase sem braços pra gritar, sem força pra bater e, eu só queria dormir.&lt;br /&gt;“não se trata de lutar, mas sim do quanto você agüenta apanhar”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To com saudades de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6f0FatzO2I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6f0FatzO2I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combat - Deftones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-4235102072061062019?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/4235102072061062019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=4235102072061062019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4235102072061062019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/4235102072061062019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/quem-louco-aqui.html' title='quem é louco aqui!?'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7508624865677505815</id><published>2009-01-20T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:54:10.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>afim de te acompanhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eu queria que você ouvisse até o final pra se lembrar de como tudo começou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dp-rVINSOhU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dp-rVINSOhU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mas o nosso romance foi escrito sob o som de uma banda qualquer..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7508624865677505815?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7508624865677505815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7508624865677505815&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7508624865677505815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7508624865677505815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/afim-de-te-acompanhar.html' title='afim de te acompanhar...'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7438662279300462122</id><published>2009-01-19T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:14:25.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida inteira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charles Chaplin já dizia: “ Se as coisas não saírem como planejei, posso ficar feliz por ter hoje para recomeçar. O dia está na minha frente esperando para ser o que eu quiser”.&lt;br /&gt;E ele, sábio como sempre, tinha razão. É incrível como podemos transformar o problema em solução. Não poder ficar junto num determinado momento, é alimentar a vontade de ficar perto o quanto antes. Não importa o que aconteça, quando estamos próximos (e dispostos) tudo parece fluir como a maré, que faz as ondas não pararem de se movimentar nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293115103378216450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SXTsJHQdFgI/AAAAAAAAAco/UHmY48bz7KE/s400/imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"e a gente caminhando de&lt;br /&gt;mão dada de qualquer maneira&lt;br /&gt;eu quero que esse momento&lt;br /&gt;dure a vida inteira"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=700655b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="_MailAutoSig"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7438662279300462122?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7438662279300462122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7438662279300462122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7438662279300462122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7438662279300462122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida-inteira.html' title='A vida inteira...'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2JZoNuSXnQ/SXTsJHQdFgI/AAAAAAAAAco/UHmY48bz7KE/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-2952456932475999042</id><published>2009-01-15T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:15:57.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele se morde (e eu também)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque as vezes ele acha o "inachavel" e eu fico sem saber o que fazer ou mesmo como agir. Mal sabe ele que não existem olhares e nem sorrisos duvidosos e que, talvez, fosse só o resultado de mais de duas horas de transito infernal. A cabeça dele cria (?) e ele torna verdade. Ele fecha a cara. Eu fecho a cara. Tento explicar o inexplicavel e não consigo, óbvio. Ele faz cara de que tá acreditando, ironia. Depois de um tempo já está tudo bem, e no dia seguinte ele fecha a cara de novo, e eu também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dbcb1O7ys0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dbcb1O7ys0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/9193608152413753469-2952456932475999042?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/2952456932475999042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=2952456932475999042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2952456932475999042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/2952456932475999042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/ele-se-morde-e-eu-tambm.html' title='Ele se morde (e eu também)'/><author><name>Carol Godoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81-O8PDkqX4/TsVNVoR0pmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jdp5RqQRXfc/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-7073116451178490740</id><published>2009-01-15T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:31:11.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flerte Fatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela estava excepcionalmente linda e com um sorriso duvidoso, escondia alguma coisa por de trás dos olhos. Adoro quando seu cabelo está desajeitado. Fiz as mesmas brincadeiras de sempre como se fosse pela primeira vez. O aniversário não era meu, mas ganhei um presente também... Uma camiseta verde que era pra ser cinza, na estampa uma gaiola (adoraria ter uma coruja ou, pelo menos, uma gaiola de coruja) e, meio sem jeito, sem presentes pra dar, ofereci um chiclete... Ela não quis!&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IW3Evz1Fcrg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IW3Evz1Fcrg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-7073116451178490740?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/7073116451178490740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=7073116451178490740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7073116451178490740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/7073116451178490740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/flerte-fatal.html' title='Flerte Fatal'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-3817595640048556071</id><published>2009-01-14T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:37:26.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na paz do seu sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez o clima tenso não seja fruto de um provável ciúme. Apesar de ser uma justificativa um tanto quanto provável para minha constante mudança de humor, dessa vez, Ela errou! A questão é que faltou atenção e eu só queria um pouco mais. A noite foi curta e o clima depois do 40km/h ficava fresco, cantei e dancei a musica do filme pra faze-la rir... ela sorriu e eu dormi em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fd541a1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193608152413753469-3817595640048556071?l=territorioparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/3817595640048556071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193608152413753469&amp;postID=3817595640048556071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3817595640048556071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193608152413753469/posts/default/3817595640048556071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://territorioparticular.blogspot.com/2009/01/na-paz-do-seu-sorriso.html' title='Na paz do seu sorriso'/><author><name>Midea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnR_eSFdJxI/SW4jlR9JybI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2h0qTgUaOaI/S220/DSC02506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193608152413753469.post-4254556648509482224</id><published>2009-01-14T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:34:52.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To warn the lonely nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem senti o clima tenso. Talvez ciume de minha amiga ou simplismente por não estar junto. A questão é que fui bater papo e ele não. Mas, surpreendentemente, ao me buscar ele estava com o bom humor que o torna ainda mais lindo e aproveitei para falar que seu presente (um camista) chegou. Ele cantava e rebolava quadrado em cima da moto enquanto me fazia carinho com as costas. O gosto assim, cativante! 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