<?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-5389796329649909715</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:03:08.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos Da Vida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-8467486467023578588</id><published>2010-06-05T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T05:31:39.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova mãe do pedaço.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/TApDoCmqT4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/9SK4GLWy7i0/s1600/bebe-nadando-grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479266251822485378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/TApDoCmqT4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/9SK4GLWy7i0/s200/bebe-nadando-grande.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora recomeço, um nova vida, muito feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora vivo para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu bebe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-8467486467023578588?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8467486467023578588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=8467486467023578588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8467486467023578588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8467486467023578588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2010/06/nova-mae-do-pedaco.html' title='Nova mãe do pedaço.'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/TApDoCmqT4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/9SK4GLWy7i0/s72-c/bebe-nadando-grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-1436934955747079862</id><published>2010-01-02T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:43:09.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Sz9bVtKx42I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_q10LbGPBjA/s1600-h/med_gallery_183_138156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422152904837555042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Sz9bVtKx42I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_q10LbGPBjA/s200/med_gallery_183_138156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora levando e caminho em direção de uma nova batalha experiencia e vivencia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo novo recomeça, seguirei meus passos e levantarei meu castelo, com suor e musculos, vencerei e brilharei como uma verdadeira guerreira que transpassa os obstáculos em seu cavalo plumoso...o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-1436934955747079862?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1436934955747079862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=1436934955747079862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1436934955747079862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1436934955747079862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Sz9bVtKx42I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_q10LbGPBjA/s72-c/med_gallery_183_138156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-9153588602306523485</id><published>2009-08-16T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:08:06.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SogEqGvJRRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-2rnRTmPEdw/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370547677048685842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SogEqGvJRRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-2rnRTmPEdw/s200/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside, but I wouldn't admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide, cuz it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye when comes to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see you are looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I missed you since you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line to try and turn back time&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/5389796329649909715-9153588602306523485?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/9153588602306523485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=9153588602306523485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/9153588602306523485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/9153588602306523485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/08/seems-like-it-was-yesterday-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SogEqGvJRRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-2rnRTmPEdw/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-1022498349869144584</id><published>2009-04-14T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:53:26.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SeSwUvG3JGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3I3hYUpb91E/s1600-h/07Apr_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324574529747887202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SeSwUvG3JGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3I3hYUpb91E/s200/07Apr_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdoa, por eu ter te escolhido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para ser pra sempre a minha companhia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa por eu ter acreditado neste sonho todo dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa por eu ter te perdoado, na hora que devia te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa por eu ter me preparado e me guardado pra você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te solto, eu não te prendo, eu te livro faz o que é preciso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso, eu não quero te obrigar a me querer na tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenganos, vem, acontecem, desenganos vão, desaparecem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso, eu não vou forçar a barra pra você gostar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe amanhã talvez, quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo coloca tudo no seu lugar,Se vou te esperar ou não, quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que tem que ser será,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te solto, eu não te prendo, eu te livro faz o que é preciso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso, eu não quero te obrigar a me querer na tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenganos, vem, acontecem, desenganos vão, desaparecem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso, eu não vou forçar a barra pra você gostar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe amanhã talvez, quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo coloca tudo no seu lugar,Se vou te esperar ou não, quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que tem que ser será,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5389796329649909715-1022498349869144584?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1022498349869144584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=1022498349869144584' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1022498349869144584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1022498349869144584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SeSwUvG3JGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3I3hYUpb91E/s72-c/07Apr_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-2254398515283644383</id><published>2009-03-27T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:38:15.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema Sem Título.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Sc1HKRraBVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hukvte3hmlw/s1600-h/The_Faerie_Grove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317984976864150866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Sc1HKRraBVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hukvte3hmlw/s200/The_Faerie_Grove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu carinho é o vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amante o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha casa é a estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha luz é o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha paz é a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha guia é a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha pele a terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu coração é o fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha mente o universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha lágrima gota d'água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou cidadã do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não pertenço a nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...e a tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-2254398515283644383?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2254398515283644383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=2254398515283644383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2254398515283644383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2254398515283644383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/03/poema-sem-titulo.html' title='Poema Sem Título.'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Sc1HKRraBVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hukvte3hmlw/s72-c/The_Faerie_Grove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-5620419993210898383</id><published>2009-03-25T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:19:12.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/ScqtjNAQ-BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1mTUjsBaJak/s1600-h/lua_reflexo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317253130362091538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/ScqtjNAQ-BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1mTUjsBaJak/s200/lua_reflexo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou caminhando pela rua&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha pela estrada&lt;br /&gt;A lua é minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;Única e fiel companheira&lt;br /&gt;Que observa serenamente&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo e direção&lt;br /&gt;Pena só poder contemplar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu me inspiras&lt;br /&gt;Me conta seus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Nas mais cálidas noites e frias&lt;br /&gt;Dispertando no meu profundo ser&lt;br /&gt;Dores e agonias&lt;br /&gt;Prazeres e desejos&lt;br /&gt;Porém continuo sozinha&lt;br /&gt;No meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Tendo você&lt;br /&gt;Oh bela lua&lt;br /&gt;Como única companheira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Fox&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/5389796329649909715-5620419993210898383?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5620419993210898383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=5620419993210898383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/5620419993210898383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/5620419993210898383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/03/doce-lua.html' title='Doce Lua'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/ScqtjNAQ-BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1mTUjsBaJak/s72-c/lua_reflexo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-5906395006149477488</id><published>2009-03-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:13:25.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Pouquinho de Escorpião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/ScffTkO-fJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UxZ_nMDIdi8/s1600-h/s_escorpiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316463412371160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/ScffTkO-fJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UxZ_nMDIdi8/s200/s_escorpiao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Escorpião não é um signo de Água, mas sim de lava, lava vulcânica, que queima e reduz a cinzas tudo o que ela encontra no caminho. E assim como um vulcão, os nativos deste signo explodem de vez em quando, e então... sai de baixo! Capaz de grandes paixões e de grandes ódios, e irá esperar o tempo que for para se vingar, se se sentir traída. Ela não irá lhe oferecer a outra face se você lhe der um tapa. Não. Espere mais fria e cruel vingança, leve o tempo que for. É verdade que tem uma memória de elefante, mas isto serve também para o bem. Não esquecerá um gesto de carinho, de afeto ou de amor e lhe será devota e fiel.&lt;br /&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/5389796329649909715-5906395006149477488?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5906395006149477488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=5906395006149477488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/5906395006149477488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/5906395006149477488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-pouquinho-de-escorpiao.html' title='Um Pouquinho de Escorpião'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/ScffTkO-fJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UxZ_nMDIdi8/s72-c/s_escorpiao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-4017653819266924094</id><published>2009-02-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:20:11.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castelo de Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;De ar, de nuvens, de areia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos mais diversos elementos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erguemos nossos castelos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E construimos nossos momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-4017653819266924094?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4017653819266924094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=4017653819266924094' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/4017653819266924094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/4017653819266924094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/02/castelo-de-areia.html' title='Castelo de Areia'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-8005421145191380592</id><published>2009-01-28T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:26:55.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade que Chega Matar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SYCinBfyFII/AAAAAAAAAHA/prPozYe8wss/s1600-h/mae18_fig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411953088042114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SYCinBfyFII/AAAAAAAAAHA/prPozYe8wss/s200/mae18_fig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Saudade é sentimento cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que lhe corta o peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem piedade nem dó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como se rasgasse a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retirando tudo de dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lhe deixando um imenso vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vazio esse q jamais sairá d vc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quatro anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi-se um pedaço de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um pedaço lindo, doce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que fazia meus dias mais perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iluminados... felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É egoísmo, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como sinto sua falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és minha mãe,minha amiga,minha irmã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternas companheiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almas que se completavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és tudo para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo e muito mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que minha dor não é maior que a sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sou perfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seu colo era meu ninho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde sempre encontrava carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem pedir nada em troca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só o amor de mãe e filha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou uma pessoa melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vive o bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois tive uma professora maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que só me dava amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais me sentirei completamente feliz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que não tenho vc aqui junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mais do que tudo nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo mais que minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrevivo somente sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo antes dessa vida, nessa e em todas as vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única e sempre será&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/5389796329649909715-8005421145191380592?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8005421145191380592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=8005421145191380592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8005421145191380592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8005421145191380592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudade-que-chega-matar.html' title='Saudade que Chega Matar'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SYCinBfyFII/AAAAAAAAAHA/prPozYe8wss/s72-c/mae18_fig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-7323383753654617004</id><published>2009-01-11T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:44:38.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SWo-CEuQeRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ocVeUv3EhP0/s1600-h/quadro_a_cigana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290108917648488722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SWo-CEuQeRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ocVeUv3EhP0/s200/quadro_a_cigana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo marcado en el pechotodos los días que el tiempono me dejó estar aquí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo una fe que maduraque va conmigo y me curadesde que te conocí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo una huella perdidaentre tu sombra y la míaque no me deja mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soy una moneda en la fuente,tú mi deseo pendiente,mis ganas de revivir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo una mañana constantey una acuarela esperandoverte pintado de azul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo tu amor y tu suerte,y un caminito empinado.Tengo el mar del otro lado,tú eres mi norte y mi sur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy voy a verte de nuevo,voy a envolverme en tu ropa.Susúrrame en tu silenciocuando me veas llegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy voy a verte de nuevo,voy a alegrar tu tristeza.Vamos a hacer una fiestapa' que este amor crezca más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo una frase colgadaentre mi boca y mi almohadaque me desnuda ante ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo una playa y un puebloque me acompañan de nochecuando no estás junto a mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo una mañana constantey una acuerla esperandoverte pintado de azul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo tu amor y tu suertey un caminito empinado.Tengo el mar del otro lado,tú eres mi norte y mi sur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy voy a verte de nuevo,voy a envolverme en tu ropa.Susúrrame en tu silenciocuando me veas llegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy voy a verte de nuevo,voy a alegrar tu tristeza.Vamos a hacer una fiestapa' que este amor crezca más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy voy a verte de nuevo,voy a envolverme en tu ropa.Susúrrame en tu silenciocuando me veas llegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy voy a verte de nuevo,voy a alegrar tu tristeza.Vamos a hacer una fiestapa' que este amor crezca más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5389796329649909715-7323383753654617004?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7323383753654617004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=7323383753654617004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7323383753654617004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7323383753654617004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoy.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SWo-CEuQeRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ocVeUv3EhP0/s72-c/quadro_a_cigana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-1711722703331290512</id><published>2008-12-30T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:42:59.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iba caminando por las calles empapadas en olvido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iba por los parques con fantasmas y con ángeles caídos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iba sin luz, iba sin sol, iba sin un sentido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iba muriéndome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iba volando sobre el mar con las alas rotas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ay, amor, apareciste en mi vida y me curaste las heridas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ay, amor, eres mi luna, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eres mi sol, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eres mi pán de cada día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.Apareciste con tu luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te extraño más que nunca y no se que hacer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despierto y te recuerdo al amanecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el espejo no miente me veo tan diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me haces falta tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el frío de mi cuerpo pregunta por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cómo te extrañoCómo te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-1711722703331290512?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1711722703331290512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=1711722703331290512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SRxsvRSXE7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/m2o2TRxV9PU/s1600-h/Feiticomenor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268205223466701746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SRxsvRSXE7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/m2o2TRxV9PU/s200/Feiticomenor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhando para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a tempestade se formar&lt;br /&gt;E sinto uma brisa que vem do fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;A primeiras gotas de chuva tocam aterra&lt;br /&gt;Respiro fundo e sinto a natureza&lt;br /&gt;E sua presença absoluta&lt;br /&gt;Se manifestando&lt;br /&gt;E nos dizendo da sua forma mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Que ela existe e que nós ;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos dela.&lt;br /&gt;Pois somos um só&lt;br /&gt;Terra, Ar, Fogo, Água e Espirito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-1477378934832141614?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1477378934832141614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=1477378934832141614' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1477378934832141614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1477378934832141614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/11/elementares.html' title='Elementares.'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SRxsvRSXE7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/m2o2TRxV9PU/s72-c/Feiticomenor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-3296847930566626444</id><published>2008-11-07T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:04:48.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presságio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SRSE0-ycFrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/S7KwWNRUKNY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265979910045570738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SRSE0-ycFrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/S7KwWNRUKNY/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Se estava escrito nas estrelas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;em algum lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;eu encontraria você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nossos olhos se cruzariam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nossas mãos se tocariam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nossas almas se encontrariam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Esse amor se fez assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;um sentimento predestinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;que nos mantém juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Até mesmo quando separados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Danny Fox&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/5389796329649909715-3296847930566626444?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3296847930566626444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SRSE0-ycFrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/S7KwWNRUKNY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-8874326153983874747</id><published>2008-10-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:51:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SQZS8qaYNGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/99Ksqnfhpi0/s1600-h/blue_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261984416759559266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SQZS8qaYNGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/99Ksqnfhpi0/s200/blue_moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a blue moon rises in the night sky, it is time for the enchantress with the fairy tale city gleaming in her hair to welcome her friend the wolf. The howling of the wolf and the owl's music create a haunting melody which brings to life her cloak of butterflies and moths, and inspires them to unfurl their wings and fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-8874326153983874747?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8874326153983874747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=8874326153983874747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8874326153983874747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8874326153983874747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/blue-moon.html' title='Blue Moon'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SQZS8qaYNGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/99Ksqnfhpi0/s72-c/blue_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-6194270138084279659</id><published>2008-10-23T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:27:16.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras proclamadas são consumidas pelo vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gestos sinceros são os únicos preservados com o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-6194270138084279659?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6194270138084279659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=6194270138084279659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/6194270138084279659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/6194270138084279659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-1280808410413553691</id><published>2008-10-19T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:22:18.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPv5WNHKzVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uih7MKmDu78/s1600-h/Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259071149757353298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPv5WNHKzVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uih7MKmDu78/s200/Garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5389796329649909715-1280808410413553691?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1280808410413553691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=1280808410413553691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1280808410413553691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1280808410413553691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPv5WNHKzVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uih7MKmDu78/s72-c/Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-1330749535332766503</id><published>2008-10-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:24:49.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hava Nagila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPv4rrOYtHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-7jEHIi3oHo/s1600-h/celebrar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259070419106313330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPv4rrOYtHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-7jEHIi3oHo/s200/celebrar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hava nagila, hava nagila, hava nagila, venishmecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hava nagila, hava nagila, hava nagila, venishmecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hava naranena, hava naranena, hava naranena, venishmecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hava naranena, hava naranena, hava naranena, venishmecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uru, uru achim,uru achim, belev sameach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uru achim belev sameach, uru achim, belev sameach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uru achim ! uru achiiiiiim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Belev sameeeeaaaaach. &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/5389796329649909715-1330749535332766503?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/1330749535332766503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=1330749535332766503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1330749535332766503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/1330749535332766503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/hava-nagila.html' title='Hava Nagila'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPv4rrOYtHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-7jEHIi3oHo/s72-c/celebrar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-7798292017031915711</id><published>2008-10-18T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:53:53.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPpMKneVGDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WWc99avLtMc/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258599260187072562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPpMKneVGDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WWc99avLtMc/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rúbio é seu pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alegre ou Triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compassado ou Arritmado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lúcido ou Inconciênte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penatra as Entranhas do Meu Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Expressando em Meu Olhar sua Energia Vital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que Me Faz Viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pulsando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pulsando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pulsando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Danny Fox&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/5389796329649909715-7798292017031915711?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7798292017031915711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=7798292017031915711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7798292017031915711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7798292017031915711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/10/corao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SPpMKneVGDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WWc99avLtMc/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-744902298573031483</id><published>2008-09-22T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:50:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito emocionada!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SNhndrkURdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/amFZoj6jv5I/s1600-h/solomonkaneposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249059125309228498" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-2931860659558838478?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2931860659558838478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=2931860659558838478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2931860659558838478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2931860659558838478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/glitterfy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-6495526561174825626</id><published>2008-09-17T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:23:06.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I Could Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SNG7d1Nk6lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BgTaAfBAGcg/s1600-h/menina%2520do%2520mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247181162037963346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SNG7d1Nk6lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BgTaAfBAGcg/s200/menina%2520do%2520mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SNG6-7iXKOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DqTv2BiTtE8/s1600-h/173_sereia_pedras.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No meio caminho pela da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordo num sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecos na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazem cada sussurro se transformar num grito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei que podia voar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora no azul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre esta cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as árvores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metrôs e carros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentaria descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem você é realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio da noite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suor frio na minha cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri bem as janelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em todas as coisas que você disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei que podia voar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora no azul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre esta cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu voaria sobre os telhados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as grandes avenidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tentar descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem você é realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem você é realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder voar agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder voar agora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aí ao redor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre esta cidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a sujeira no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu seguiria seu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De portas deixadas entreabertas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tentar descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem você é realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tentar descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem você é realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5389796329649909715-6495526561174825626?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6495526561174825626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=6495526561174825626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/6495526561174825626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/6495526561174825626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/wish-i-could-fly.html' title='Wish I Could Fly'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SNG7d1Nk6lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BgTaAfBAGcg/s72-c/menina%2520do%2520mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-8596490394116681831</id><published>2008-09-14T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:09:05.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SM21irA6g6I/AAAAAAAAADY/Rtkp3A0n-Cs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048748223234978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SM21irA6g6I/AAAAAAAAADY/Rtkp3A0n-Cs/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SM20ZiJvRcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JblLJ4bj-7A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda Bem&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Da Mata&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Liminha/Vanessa da Mata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que você vive comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque senão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como seria esta vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei lá... sei lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos dias frios em que nós estamos juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De amar, de amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorteAinda bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que você vive comigoPorque senão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como seria esta vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei lá... sei lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neste mundo de tantos anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse encontro nós dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre tantos anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse encontro nós dois esse amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse encontro nós dois esse amor. &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/5389796329649909715-8596490394116681831?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SM21irA6g6I/AAAAAAAAADY/Rtkp3A0n-Cs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-7505478836327612510</id><published>2008-09-09T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:48:17.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O poço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O PoçoCais, às vezes, afundasem teu fosso de silêncio,em teu abismo de orgulhosa cólera,e mal conseguesvoltar, trazendo restosdo que achastepelas profunduras da tua existência.Meu amor, o que encontrasem teu poço fechado?Algas, pântanos, rochas?O que vês, de olhos cegos,rancorosa e ferida?Não acharás, amor,no poço em que caiso que na altura guardo para ti:um ramo de jasmins todo orvalhado,um beijo mais profundo que esse abismo.Não me temas, não caiasde novo em teu rancor.Sacode a minha palavra que te veio ferire deixa que ela voe pela janela aberta.Ela voltará a ferir-mesem que tu a dirijas,porque foi carregada com um instante duroe esse instante será desarmado em meu peito.Radiosa me sorrise minha boca fere.Não sou um pastor docecomo em contos de fadas,mas um lenhador que comparte contigoterras, vento e espinhos das montanhas.Dá-me amor, me sorrie me ajuda a ser bom.Não te firas em mim, seria inútil,não me firas a mim porque te feres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Anime" href="http://www.obuscar.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 532px" height="670" alt="glitters" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/a/anime-8053.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-7505478836327612510?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7505478836327612510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=7505478836327612510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7505478836327612510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7505478836327612510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-poocais-s-vezes-afundasem-teu-fosso.html' title='O poço'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-5815538407929152747</id><published>2008-09-08T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:56:58.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Dedicado A Um Cavaleiro Solitário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SMXlH6zoDZI/AAAAAAAAABo/d0Zijkf8qO0/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243849265350446482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SMXlH6zoDZI/AAAAAAAAABo/d0Zijkf8qO0/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Assim é o meu amor por você, fiel, devoto, porém solitário vagando por um caminho nebuloso de obstáculos e dúvidas.Cavalgando em breves fendas procurando o seu olhar sem saber onde encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;O caminho da vida nos fez distântes, mas mesmo longe você sempre esta aqui, ao meu lado, dentro de mim em meus pensamentos...em minha respiração, que ofegante chama por você meu guerreiro do sul.&lt;br /&gt;Sua amada aqui o espera, intrepida e paciênte o seu retorno do mar, mesmo que isso signifique... eternidade.&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/5389796329649909715-5815538407929152747?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/5815538407929152747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=5815538407929152747' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/5815538407929152747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/5815538407929152747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/amor-dedicado-um-cavaleiro-solitrio.html' title='Amor Dedicado A Um Cavaleiro Solitário'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SMXlH6zoDZI/AAAAAAAAABo/d0Zijkf8qO0/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-2814164132331039680</id><published>2008-09-04T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:24:46.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SMAZ0jD4vAI/AAAAAAAAABg/NFdUqhKBcHA/s1600-h/caminho%2520florido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SMAZ0jD4vAI/AAAAAAAAABg/NFdUqhKBcHA/s200/caminho%2520florido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242218356814691330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedi uma ajudinha para o Céu, é a situação tá crítica!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pedi para me achar, me centrar descobrir oq realmente quero.&lt;br /&gt;E graças a Deus tive uma resposta...,meio vaga se pensarmos assim, mas tive.&lt;br /&gt;Meu momento é de reflexão, de busca interior, auto-análise enfim...não foi uma resposta definitiva, mas um passo para a solução, pelo menos já entendo oque estou passando.&lt;br /&gt;Estou menos confuso, pelo menos sei aonde estou, agora continuarei a caminhar para dar solução a situação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-2814164132331039680?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2814164132331039680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=2814164132331039680' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2814164132331039680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2814164132331039680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/enfim.html' title='Enfim'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SMAZ0jD4vAI/AAAAAAAAABg/NFdUqhKBcHA/s72-c/caminho%2520florido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-2528594559699508822</id><published>2008-09-02T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:53:30.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda pensando!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SL0pIp6JA5I/AAAAAAAAABY/7W-kt5ODllU/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SL0pIp6JA5I/AAAAAAAAABY/7W-kt5ODllU/s200/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241390769994531730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois os homens vêm com o papo que mulher é complicada.&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tô saindo numa boa sem cobrança só curtindo os fnd, os dois muito bom mesmo, perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;Aí a criatura some, legal, não tenho nada com ele, qndo volta fica de gracinha falando coisas p/ magoar os outros!&lt;br /&gt;Caramba!!!&lt;br /&gt;Se não namoro para não arranjar dor de cabeça não vai ser rolo nenhum que vai me stressar!&lt;br /&gt;Vai catar coquinho!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-2528594559699508822?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2528594559699508822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=2528594559699508822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2528594559699508822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2528594559699508822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/09/ainda-pensando.html' title='Ainda pensando!!!'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SL0pIp6JA5I/AAAAAAAAABY/7W-kt5ODllU/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-4217016023880947165</id><published>2008-08-28T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:34:18.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>Estava eu aqui pensando na problemática do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Todos falam que amor verdadeiro é aquele que dura para sempre, mas será mesmo, será q tudo não tem um prazo de validade.E quando o amor é de um só, vc ama eternamente aquela pessoa e a outra não tá nem ai. Será que era só verdadeirto p/ vc, e p/ outra não?&lt;br /&gt;Confuso...muito confuso!!!&lt;br /&gt;Então como vou identificar se era amor, se era verdadeiro...como?&lt;br /&gt;São tantas variantes, não tenho como ter certeza.&lt;br /&gt;E continuo aqui pensando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caption.it/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cap20.caption.it/241/captionit143332I573D30.jpg" alt="Picture Captions" border=0 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caption.it/"&gt;[Caption.iT - Picture Captions]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-4217016023880947165?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4217016023880947165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=4217016023880947165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/4217016023880947165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/4217016023880947165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/08/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-8044252213039847036</id><published>2008-07-14T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:31:51.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente...</title><content type='html'>Estou livre da Contax, na verdade foi um show de demissão.&lt;br /&gt;Bem mas isso já é passado, coisas novas estão acontecendo e para acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem no momento sem inspiração p/ grandes proesas literárias...deixe p/ próxima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-8044252213039847036?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/8044252213039847036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=8044252213039847036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8044252213039847036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/8044252213039847036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/07/finalmente.html' title='Finalmente...'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-2878568021892201532</id><published>2008-05-31T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:51:16.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="Quero animar meus scraps" href="http://www.meukut.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="614" src="http://www.meukut.com/images/anjos/goticos/1188363342.gif" width="449" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Imagens e Mensagem p/ Orkut&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-2878568021892201532?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2878568021892201532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=2878568021892201532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2878568021892201532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2878568021892201532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/05/imagens-e-mensagem-p-orkut.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-4718138605144744052</id><published>2008-05-31T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:14:07.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SEHeMwDtv9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rt_ErhG2C0A/s1600-h/02p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206686954857283538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SEHeMwDtv9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rt_ErhG2C0A/s200/02p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando pela estrada da vida conhecemos e passamos or situações inesperadas, mas nada como a saudade d alguém q partiu...&lt;br /&gt;Estou me referindo da morte, a passagem para uma nova vida, desconhecida vida que é para nós.&lt;br /&gt;E como pode difícil para a gente q fica aqui desse lado, sem saber como lidar com essa situação.Saber que não poderemos ver, contar ou compartilhar mais nada com a pessoa que amamos e quando nas noites solitárias e frias a saudades nos atinge como um golpe cruel em nossos corações q nos derruba sem chance alguma de nso defender.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu entenda, ás vezes o coração é burro ou se faz...e teima em lembrar como era bom esta ao seu lado, assim me fazendo sofrer sem saber oq fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-4718138605144744052?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/4718138605144744052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=4718138605144744052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/4718138605144744052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/4718138605144744052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/05/pensando.html' title='Pensando...'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SEHeMwDtv9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rt_ErhG2C0A/s72-c/02p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-9011937842290903210</id><published>2008-05-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:57:25.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANTO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Verdae qnto tempo, porem estou aqui só para reciclar...não estou com inspiração para escrever hj...qndo mal!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-9011937842290903210?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/9011937842290903210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=9011937842290903210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/9011937842290903210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/9011937842290903210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/05/quanto-tempo.html' title='QUANTO TEMPO'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-2579287030958745687</id><published>2008-03-01T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:14:07.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Pc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/R8lY0cZgICI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CBfty5Ojt6c/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172763305011322914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/R8lY0cZgICI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CBfty5Ojt6c/s320/cora%C3%A7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kara parece um pesadelo, sem pc, como vou postar? É impossível!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tô de molho em ksa, tá não tô em ksa! Mas tô d molho, ainda, volto p/ trampo na quarta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kra aconteceu tantas coisa desdo dia 25/02, é akele dia q eu mandei mensagem sem saber se ele ia gostar, ai ai ai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois dakele briga de 1h e meia, hihihi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele mandar uma mensagem foa p/ mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ai Ai , como tô idiota!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-2579287030958745687?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/2579287030958745687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=2579287030958745687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2579287030958745687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/2579287030958745687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2008/03/sem-pc.html' title='Sem Pc'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/R8lY0cZgICI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CBfty5Ojt6c/s72-c/cora%C3%A7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-6233446407665539922</id><published>2007-11-12T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:14:07.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segunda pós jogo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Rzjy3Gu2gjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8ys1h2L_gBM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132118803902530098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Rzjy3Gu2gjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8ys1h2L_gBM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem coisa mais horrível que segunda feita, trem cheio e povo com bafo de cerveja velha, emanada pelos poros com mistura de residuos organicos não filtrados pelos rins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oque um campionato brasileiro com o Flamengo de ponta não faz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5389796329649909715-6233446407665539922?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/6233446407665539922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=6233446407665539922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/6233446407665539922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/6233446407665539922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2007/11/httpwww.html' title='Segunda pós jogo...'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/Rzjy3Gu2gjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8ys1h2L_gBM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-7201271379481061937</id><published>2007-11-12T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:14:07.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emprecionante, por encrivel que parece encontrei nesse domingo varias pessoas dentro do trem lendo livrod, levando em conta que aexpectativa de uma pessoa de classe média ler um livro, e no trem é de classe média p/ baixo, o meu vagão foi presentiado por uma cena quase divina de três seres devorando praserosamente um livro, em pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pitux.blog.simplesnet.pt/archive/ler%20uma%20historia.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/RzjuIWu2giI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CIl-Hc1R_-c/s1600-h/ler%20uma%20historia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132113602697134626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/RzjuIWu2giI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CIl-Hc1R_-c/s320/ler%2520uma%2520historia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5389796329649909715-7201271379481061937?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/7201271379481061937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=7201271379481061937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7201271379481061937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/7201271379481061937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2007/11/comentrio.html' title='Comentário'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/RzjuIWu2giI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CIl-Hc1R_-c/s72-c/ler%2520uma%2520historia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389796329649909715.post-3194637135040807208</id><published>2007-11-02T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:04:13.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Começar!!!</title><content type='html'>Testando  &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;   Testando!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5389796329649909715-3194637135040807208?l=ladyredrouge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/feeds/3194637135040807208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5389796329649909715&amp;postID=3194637135040807208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/3194637135040807208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5389796329649909715/posts/default/3194637135040807208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyredrouge.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-comear.html' title='Para Começar!!!'/><author><name>Lady Red Rouge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450029082957146701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l6EAjyjetY/SP_GHabCT1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pTs7cV9qR8E/S220/12Oct_0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
