<?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-2334185955778878332</id><updated>2011-07-22T15:52:33.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline Sanches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-5546191478294486938</id><published>2011-07-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:14:06.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;Frase do dia ...&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Nem sempre conseguirei te impedir de chorar, mas sempre estarei ao seu lado para enxugar suas lagrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dedicada a minha amiga Steffanie Santos Souza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqeaAJ2QVrI/ThdylqBKMgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9TSeHbFxHSc/s1600/P17-06-11_19.27%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqeaAJ2QVrI/ThdylqBKMgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9TSeHbFxHSc/s1600/P17-06-11_19.27%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-5546191478294486938?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/5546191478294486938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/07/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/5546191478294486938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/5546191478294486938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/07/frase-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqeaAJ2QVrI/ThdylqBKMgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9TSeHbFxHSc/s72-c/P17-06-11_19.27%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-8474495145376120421</id><published>2011-07-08T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:02:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já teve a sensação de&amp;nbsp; abandono?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_bGc-xSx1I/ThdvrZYHL6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/rewy33UA2Wg/s1600/tumblr_l8cscsEmlG1qdox7ro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_bGc-xSx1I/ThdvrZYHL6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/rewy33UA2Wg/s320/tumblr_l8cscsEmlG1qdox7ro1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como se ninguém se importasse com você de verdade? Descobri que não posso esperar que as pessoas se preocupem comigo da mesma forma que eu me preocupo com elas. Porque na verdade elas só se preocupam consigo mesmas, só amam a si mesmas. Droga, por que eu não consigo ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;( Creditos a Leitoras da Web )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-8474495145376120421?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/8474495145376120421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/07/ja-teve-sensacao-de-abandono-como-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/8474495145376120421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/8474495145376120421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/07/ja-teve-sensacao-de-abandono-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_bGc-xSx1I/ThdvrZYHL6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/rewy33UA2Wg/s72-c/tumblr_l8cscsEmlG1qdox7ro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-3535995778400207698</id><published>2011-04-29T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:54:00.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbzbf8zTng1qb13rzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbzbf8zTng1qb13rzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-3535995778400207698?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/3535995778400207698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/3535995778400207698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/3535995778400207698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-3542462021179415680</id><published>2011-04-29T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:47:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anyblog.org/gossip/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/miley-cyrus-when-i-look-at-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://anyblog.org/gossip/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/miley-cyrus-when-i-look-at-you.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t2"&gt;Todo mundo precisa de inspiração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t3"&gt;Todo mundo precisa de uma alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t4"&gt;Uma bela melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t5"&gt;Quando a noite é tão longa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t6"&gt;Porque não há nenhuma garantia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t7"&gt;Que a vida é fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t9"&gt;Sim, quando meu mundo está desmoronando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t10"&gt;Quando não há luz para quebrar a escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t11"&gt;Foi quando eu, eu, eu olho para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t12"&gt;Quando as ondas estão inundando o litoral e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t13"&gt;Não consigo encontrar meu caminho para casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t14"&gt;Foi quando eu, eu, eu olho para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t16"&gt;Quando eu olhar para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t17"&gt;Eu vejo perdão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t18"&gt;Eu vejo a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t19"&gt;Você me ama por quem eu sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t20"&gt;Como as estrelas abraçam a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t21"&gt;Bem ali onde elas pertencem e eu sei&lt;/div&gt;Eu não estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="t24"&gt;Sim, quando meu mundo está desmoronando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t25"&gt;Quando não há luz para quebrar a escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t26"&gt;Foi quando eu, eu, eu olho para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t27"&gt;Quando as ondas estão inundando o litoral e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t28"&gt;Não consigo encontrar meu caminho para casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t29"&gt;Foi quando eu, eu, eu olho para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t31"&gt;Você, aparece, apenas como um sonho para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t32"&gt;Assim como as cores que cyledoscope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t33"&gt;Prove-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t34"&gt;Tudo que eu preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t35"&gt;Cada respiração que eu respiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t36"&gt;Você não sabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t37"&gt;Seu lindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t38"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t39"&gt;Yeah yeah ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t40"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t41"&gt;Quando as ondas estão inundando o litoral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t42"&gt;E eu não posso encontrar meu caminho para casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t43"&gt;Isso é quando eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t44"&gt;II olhe para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t45"&gt;Eu olho para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t46"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t47"&gt;Yeah yeah ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t48"&gt;Oh oh ...&lt;/div&gt;Você apareceu apenas como um sonho para mim ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-3542462021179415680?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/3542462021179415680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/todo-mundo-precisa-de-inspiracao-todo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/3542462021179415680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/3542462021179415680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/todo-mundo-precisa-de-inspiracao-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-6942837745424628683</id><published>2011-04-29T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:33:36.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://melinatunts.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/tumblr_ktcbqxyvzr1qzfe84o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://melinatunts.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/tumblr_ktcbqxyvzr1qzfe84o1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Siiimmm, é sexta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-6942837745424628683?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/6942837745424628683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/siiimmm-e-sexta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/6942837745424628683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/6942837745424628683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/siiimmm-e-sexta.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-937901762625468499</id><published>2011-04-28T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:20:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FyjhyFNem4/TboSBEBk07I/AAAAAAAAAD4/bRH70Ljw178/s1600/tumblr_larttkqqap1qe2qtjo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FyjhyFNem4/TboSBEBk07I/AAAAAAAAAD4/bRH70Ljw178/s320/tumblr_larttkqqap1qe2qtjo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Queria poder voltar no passado e dizer a mim mesma o que eu sei agora. &lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-937901762625468499?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/937901762625468499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/queria-poder-voltar-no-passado-e-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/937901762625468499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/937901762625468499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/queria-poder-voltar-no-passado-e-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FyjhyFNem4/TboSBEBk07I/AAAAAAAAAD4/bRH70Ljw178/s72-c/tumblr_larttkqqap1qe2qtjo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-9152823247289843896</id><published>2011-04-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:09:48.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPbrSTIAMBI/TboPlJjYKEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jHE5fD-dvHg/s1600/tumblr_l5tw6yryvc1qbd6mco1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPbrSTIAMBI/TboPlJjYKEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jHE5fD-dvHg/s320/tumblr_l5tw6yryvc1qbd6mco1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="caption" name="caption"&gt;Eu sou um pouco de solidão  um pouco  de negligência, um punhado de reclamações. Mas eu não posso evitar o  fato de que todos podem ver essas cicatrizes. (Linkin Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-9152823247289843896?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/9152823247289843896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-sou-um-pouco-de-solidao-um-pouco-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/9152823247289843896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/9152823247289843896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-sou-um-pouco-de-solidao-um-pouco-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPbrSTIAMBI/TboPlJjYKEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jHE5fD-dvHg/s72-c/tumblr_l5tw6yryvc1qbd6mco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-7247889066580008178</id><published>2011-04-14T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:38:33.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzcGqa1gC0A/TadZ9fbdjJI/AAAAAAAAADw/DlapnyTt_XY/s1600/4251022990_b5d75edacb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzcGqa1gC0A/TadZ9fbdjJI/AAAAAAAAADw/DlapnyTt_XY/s320/4251022990_b5d75edacb.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma vez perguntei: O que é mais importante, amar ou ser amado?&lt;br /&gt;E me responderam: O que é mais importante para um pássaro, a asa esquerda ou a direita? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-7247889066580008178?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/7247889066580008178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/uma-vez-perguntei-o-que-e-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/7247889066580008178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/7247889066580008178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/uma-vez-perguntei-o-que-e-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzcGqa1gC0A/TadZ9fbdjJI/AAAAAAAAADw/DlapnyTt_XY/s72-c/4251022990_b5d75edacb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-412061813843618983</id><published>2011-04-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:33:37.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor não correpondido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWXpgKMow9U/TZtET9xPVQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ivG8jmAjlaA/s1600/4170224130_ef0496b342_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWXpgKMow9U/TZtET9xPVQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ivG8jmAjlaA/s1600/4170224130_ef0496b342_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala serio quem é que nunca sofreu por um amor não correspondido?!.Acredito que de dez pessoas onze já passaram por isso.A dor de um amor não correspondido é diferente porque num é uma dor fisica na qual você precisa de um medico para cura-lá ou de tomar remedios, é uma dor psicologica ou emocional que você não precisa de remedio algum o que você quer é a pessoa amada ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esse ``problema´´ é mais comun em adolescentes, não digo que as outras idades estão livres disso ou então que pode não acontecer, é claro que sim.O que acontece é que nós adolescentes sofremos mais disso porque temos as nossas paixonites acredito que por nos interresarmos por pessoas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Algumas vezes em minha vida já aconteceu isso comigo sabem quer dizer, ao meu redor amigos,primos,parentes,colegas; e de formas diferentes alguns se apaixonaram por amigos que so os enchergavam como amigos mesmo sabe e outros se apaixonaram&amp;nbsp; por pessoas que nem sabiam da existencia dele o chamado ``amor platonico´´.Acho que a pior coisa do mundo é você está ao lado de quem gosta e num poder abraçar e beijar a pessoa.Quem é que nunca ouviu aquela frase que diz``&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A pior forma de sentir a falta de alguém  é estar sentado ao seu lado e saber que nunca a terá´´.Algumas pessoas ficam ao ladode quem gosta e muitas vezes sofren por a tal pessoa num gostar dela mais tambem num se abre e 90% das pessoas não contam a suposta pessoa que esta interresado nela. A outras pessoas que é como esta segunda frase que diz`` &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sentar  a teu lado sem fazer absolutamente nada é tudo para mim´´ ou seja se sentem bem so de estar a&amp;nbsp; 1 metro de distancia da pessoa amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Num à como negar que a pessoas que amam de diferentes formas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, e como dizia o mestre Carlos Drumond De Andrada `` Cada qual sabe amar a seu modo, o modo pouco importa o importante é que saiba amar!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bom gente vou terminando o tema por aqui mais tarde eu volto pra postar outro texto interessante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beijoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas e você tem um amor não correspondido?Qual o seu modo de amar?(comente ai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2334185955778878332-412061813843618983?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/412061813843618983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-nao-correpondido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/412061813843618983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/412061813843618983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-nao-correpondido.html' title='Amor não correpondido.'/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWXpgKMow9U/TZtET9xPVQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ivG8jmAjlaA/s72-c/4170224130_ef0496b342_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334185955778878332.post-3875396486199011534</id><published>2011-04-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:05:22.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Olá pessoal que está visitando meu blog&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; ,espero que gostem das minhas postagens e sigam né haha Beijoos ;D&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/2334185955778878332-3875396486199011534?l=carolinesanches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/feeds/3875396486199011534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/ola-pessoal-que-esta-visitando-meu-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/3875396486199011534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2334185955778878332/posts/default/3875396486199011534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesanches.blogspot.com/2011/04/ola-pessoal-que-esta-visitando-meu-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Sanches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336139367866094517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYw05tbfBg8/Tin_Ay3SO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPAWRleLJ7s/s220/P02-07-11_11.48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
