<?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-974986130446910597</id><updated>2012-01-30T20:18:03.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinestesia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7280668408466704843</id><published>2012-01-30T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:18:03.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJsfStIPkMQ/TydrGWzuxpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/mk_rSJ7p6mA/s1600/2012-01-28%2B15.03.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJsfStIPkMQ/TydrGWzuxpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/mk_rSJ7p6mA/s320/2012-01-28%2B15.03.47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703645210033964690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: Lívia, I just wanna understand why... You should AT LEAST tell me why him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: Have you ever met someone who wasn´t afraid of telling you "You're wrong, you're being stupid" even loving you ? Have you EVER met someone that loved you even when you didn't deserve it ? Have you ever felt protect by someone that wasn´t by your side ? Or someone that said "I love you" looking you in the eyes even knowing that you were gone by the next morning ? Have you ever felt like you've learned something new just by hearing his life story ? I just wanna know if you EVER had this will to be a better person just because someone smiled at you... Or if you felt safe and loved between somebody arms. Or maybe if have you ever loved someone by his smile, hug, eyes, look, voice, kiss, laugh, tattoos, guitar, defects, qualities... I mean, have you ever really, REALLY loved somebody completely ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: Okay, maybe not... But SO WHAT ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: So, you will NEVER understand why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7280668408466704843?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7280668408466704843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2012/01/dean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7280668408466704843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7280668408466704843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2012/01/dean.html' title='Dean ?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJsfStIPkMQ/TydrGWzuxpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/mk_rSJ7p6mA/s72-c/2012-01-28%2B15.03.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-202427645438585753</id><published>2012-01-21T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:32:02.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb the tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kY24IfNhDNo/TxsugxnkeTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cDVkd0LEmOA/s1600/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kY24IfNhDNo/TxsugxnkeTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cDVkd0LEmOA/s320/Tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700200893977491762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Hoje percebi que os tempos não estão fáceis... E até agredeço que não estejam, porque é somente em tempos difíceis que evoluímos. Acredito que é nas dificuldades que aprendemos a sorrir, a dar valor ao que importa e a viver a chance de crescer com os erros. Pois com as falhas você aprende, com a força você ensina, com AMOR você ajuda. Então, acredite, seja e faça ! Porque falar é pros fracos, e fazer é somente para os grandes. Nessa vida, a gente precisa aprender a se superar, a cair (ou ser derrubado) e todas as vezes se levantar. Porque uma coisa é certa, nós nunca iremos nos acustumar com a queda, mas nos acostumamos acreditar na nossa força de vontade para se levantar. Vivo por isso, pra um dia olhar para trás e pensar que apesar de todo sofrimento, fui forte e humilde o suficiente para aceitar tudo aquilo que não seria capaz mudar e a ter forças para transformar todas as coisas que podia. Porque no final das contas é como eu sempre falo, você não pode colher bons frutos sem antes escalar até o topo da árvore.&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/974986130446910597-202427645438585753?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/202427645438585753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2012/01/climb-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/202427645438585753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/202427645438585753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2012/01/climb-tree.html' title='Climb the tree'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kY24IfNhDNo/TxsugxnkeTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cDVkd0LEmOA/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8749724747141969103</id><published>2011-12-04T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:20:21.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Leia um livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rsiwEEDug4/Ttwp11lI12I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pSKBTkyrrgc/s1600/507411_700b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rsiwEEDug4/Ttwp11lI12I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pSKBTkyrrgc/s320/507411_700b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682462834727376738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 vezes e você lerá 10 livros diferentes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volto atrás no tempo e me vejo cometendo os mesmos erros, me olho no espelho 10 vezes e vejo 10 mulheres diferentes. Todas elas com um enorme coração que permanece escondido no peito. Vejo tristeza em meus olhares, mas enormes sorrisos nos lábios, vejo coragem em meus braços, mas fraqueza em minhas mãos. E os mesmos erros cometidos, repetidamente. Se a força que abrigo no coração fosse suficiente... Se toda a dor que eu carrego de repente sumisse, se eu parasse de pensar tanto e apenas agisse. Criei em mim uma barreira que me protege da dor, da desilusão. Mas descobri que essa mesma barreira me afasta de tudo que me faz &lt;b&gt;sentir&lt;/b&gt;. Os riscos tem de ser corridos, as dores, tem que ser sentidas, o suor tem que correr pelo rosto; para que assim, toda e qualquer vitória seja conquistada. Cada dia é uma nova chance. Uma nova oportunidade. E as minhas pernas tem de me levar a luta, mesmo que feridas, minhas mãos tem que alcançar o sucesso, mesmo que fracas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Deixe que a &lt;b&gt;vida&lt;/b&gt; me machuque, pois hoje deixei de ser vítima de mim mesma."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-8749724747141969103?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8749724747141969103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/12/veja-um-filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8749724747141969103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8749724747141969103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/12/veja-um-filme.html' title='&quot;Leia um livro'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rsiwEEDug4/Ttwp11lI12I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pSKBTkyrrgc/s72-c/507411_700b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6992177123636315841</id><published>2011-09-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:18:38.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMAKH8047eE/TneVfgZoysI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m_MP7D15D_A/s1600/closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMAKH8047eE/TneVfgZoysI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m_MP7D15D_A/s320/closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654152225692895938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há força, há desistência.&lt;br /&gt;Se não há carinho, há frieza&lt;br /&gt;Se não há paixão, há indiferença&lt;br /&gt;Se não há amor, há de ter você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6992177123636315841?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6992177123636315841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/09/se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6992177123636315841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6992177123636315841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/09/se.html' title='Se'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMAKH8047eE/TneVfgZoysI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m_MP7D15D_A/s72-c/closer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7156778786437007764</id><published>2011-09-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:47:30.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 razões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEgdEe7k56E/Tm7ENIgdn4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/q-8HCSxBV2k/s1600/2011-08-04_23-21-27_581%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEgdEe7k56E/Tm7ENIgdn4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/q-8HCSxBV2k/s320/2011-08-04_23-21-27_581%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651670312297537410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que você tem o dom de iluminar o dia de qualquer pessoa sem ter a intenção disso ?! Principalmente o meu, já que o seu sorriso disperta o meu sorriso até nos piores dias... O seu olhar as vezes busca alguma coisa dentro de mim que eu ainda nem descobri o que é, o seu abraço me envolve todas as vezes como se não houvesse mais nada além de nóis dois no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero nada diferente disso, não quero ninguém diferente de você. Não existe nada em você que eu mudaria... Nada. Nada ilumina meu dia mais do que estar com você, ver você sorrindo, sentir o seu beijo, o calor do seu abraço, o seu toque, seu cheiro. Nada nem ninguém me faz sentir assim, como se eu tivesse tudo, mesmo sem ter nada. Ninguém nunca despertou essa vontade de viver que você disperta em mim esse desejo de acordar todos os dias só pra ver o sol nascer. Tudo fica mais bonito, o sol brilha mais forte, o céu fica mais azul, tudo é melhor e mais bonito porque você está por perto... Porque você está comigo. E todos os dias era isso que eu queria; você ao meu lado, para que eu pudesse dormir e acordar sem ter medo de dizer "adeus". Eu queria poder ter a certeza do meu sorriso todo dia... Pois eu tenho certeza de que com você ele é mais sincero. Você tem um amor dentro de você que passa pra tudo que você faz, porque tudo que você diz, e faz é bonito. Quando eu me apaixonei por você, eu me apaixonei pela sua voz, pelo seu sorriso, pelo seu gosto, pelos seus sonhos, pela sua guitarra, pelo seu toque, seu olhar. Me apaixonei de todas as maneiras que alguém pode se apaixonar. Por mais mulher que eu seja, o meu coração é de menina, um coração que você roubou, e que por mais que o tempo passe, você acreditando ou não, esse mesmo coração vai sempre bater por você... Porque no fundo no fundo, eu sei que nunca fui feliz assim, e hoje eu vi que a minha felicidade ao seu lado é a mais sincera, porque é sem motivo, é só por estar com você fazendo nada ou fazendo tudo. Só por saber que você está por perto tudo se torna mais especial, até o dia mais triste os piores lugares, tudo isso quando é perto de você se torna especial e inesquecível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não peço pra que você me ame em troca, nem que você fique comigo, só peço pra que você me guarde no seu coração, pra que haja um espacinho dentro de você só pra mim. Porque você tomou conta do meu ser e do meu coração como se não houvesse mais ninguém no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente te amo, você acreditando ou não, isso é pra sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7156778786437007764?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7156778786437007764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/09/50-razoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7156778786437007764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7156778786437007764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/09/50-razoes.html' title='50 razões'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEgdEe7k56E/Tm7ENIgdn4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/q-8HCSxBV2k/s72-c/2011-08-04_23-21-27_581%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4770513338118444605</id><published>2011-08-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:26:09.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até o próximo milênio</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFVlJAi3Cso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4770513338118444605?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4770513338118444605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/08/ate-o-proximo-milenio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4770513338118444605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4770513338118444605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/08/ate-o-proximo-milenio.html' title='Até o próximo milênio'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4647744439905737408</id><published>2011-08-17T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:06:53.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen and Lighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haBxqauSAWo/TkxloTRJ0LI/AAAAAAAAAko/nJrm4ZmFGfU/s1600/Snapshot_20110817_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haBxqauSAWo/TkxloTRJ0LI/AAAAAAAAAko/nJrm4ZmFGfU/s320/Snapshot_20110817_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641996176229781682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não poderia deixar de gostar de você nem se eu quisesse. Nem se eu namorasse outro, nem se você se esquecesse de mim. Nem se eu deixasse de existir, nem se nos desencontrássemos nessa vida e em todas as outras. Eu sentiria sua falta mesmo se eu não te conhecesse. Eu saberia e sempre saberei que certas coisas duram pra sempre, que certas coisas não tem explicação, que certos isqueiros acendem para sempre, que certas canetas jamais falharão. Que certos amores... Certas sensações nunca morrerão. Tão certo quanto o dia de amanhã, eu vou continuar aqui, ou ai sentindo a mesma coisa que aquela garotinha de 14 anos sentiu. Amor. Do começo ao "fim" é isso que eu vou levar comigo. Um isqueiro velho e uma caneta suja que só tem significado pra duas pessoas no mundo... Eu e você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4647744439905737408?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4647744439905737408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/08/pen-and-lighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4647744439905737408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4647744439905737408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/08/pen-and-lighter.html' title='Pen and Lighter'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haBxqauSAWo/TkxloTRJ0LI/AAAAAAAAAko/nJrm4ZmFGfU/s72-c/Snapshot_20110817_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6183758980847986837</id><published>2011-07-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:06:04.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263934_134220666656647_100002061430605_256936_3855873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 354px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263934_134220666656647_100002061430605_256936_3855873_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;When I really need some peace of mind, I  don´t have to go too far, don´t have to work so hard... All I need to  do is lay down on your bed, look up and just breath. I know that sooner  or latter you will come to me and say "I wanna make love to you" and I  will just smile, cause I realised that somewhere between my body and  yours, is the peace of mind that I really want... That I really need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6183758980847986837?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6183758980847986837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/07/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6183758980847986837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6183758980847986837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/07/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5175201886357569221</id><published>2011-06-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:35:12.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P03HrdUWNPI/TOsXqoNcRmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/arh7lqsufkk/s1600/anjo-homem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P03HrdUWNPI/TOsXqoNcRmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/arh7lqsufkk/s1600/anjo-homem2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I met an angel, a divine creature... Someone that even in a far away distance could make me feel good, could protect me and make me see the world, not in the way that it is, but how we could make it be. This angel told me how hard things could be, and how much pain a person can take. He showed me the value of simple things and how to take the best of the worse situation. And then, one day he told me that he was in trouble, that many people had taken him for granted... And for the first time, that angel was lost, he didn't know what to do, and I couldn't help him... But somehow I realised that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had the answer, so I told him: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will have to wait ! No angel received their wings without suffer, without pain, angels have to pass thru the worst things so they can really enjoy the best. You're just about to get your wings, then you will fly away, fly so high in the sky that nothing will EVER bring you down !&lt;/span&gt;"  And I know that sometime this angel will realise the strenght in him to break the limits of the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5175201886357569221?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5175201886357569221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5175201886357569221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5175201886357569221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-angel.html' title='Oh, angel...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P03HrdUWNPI/TOsXqoNcRmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/arh7lqsufkk/s72-c/anjo-homem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1765561916143899213</id><published>2011-06-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:54:44.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215668_117260705019310_100002061430605_150026_6658959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 421px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215668_117260705019310_100002061430605_150026_6658959_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be that girl that you look in the eyes and say, "Oh god, she's perfect in every single default, in every single way" I always wanted to be the one that makes you think how beautiful life can be. Maybe, cause that's what you mean to me. So, I've tryed to give you my heart, I've tryed to give you my soul, but I just couldn't... I couldn't give you anything. I know that I heart like mine is worth breaking. I know that. Cause I've tryed so hard to make you believe that I was trashy... I thought that like this you would go away and forget me, cause I could no longer forget you, I just couldn't keep you away from my heart. But by doing that, all I did was hurt you, and make you believe that I was bad. But I am not. How could I be bad if all I do to you is with love ? If I have this huge affection for you ? I don't believe that you can't see it... That you can't see how much I adore you... Or if you just don't wanna believe that. All I know today, is how much I've hurted my pride and my heart to spare you of the headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it all wrong, I know.  And I'm sorry for that. I don't expect anything from you, I just hope that someday, you look back and realize that even as a "child" (like you always say) I was able to love you more than any grown woman could ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1765561916143899213?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1765561916143899213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/06/wellcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1765561916143899213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1765561916143899213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/06/wellcome.html' title='Wellcome'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8013349074850600042</id><published>2011-05-31T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:44:39.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sadanduseless.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.sadanduseless.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você sobe as escadas no escuro e ao chegar no final dela, (por não conseguir ver direito) você leva seu pé lá em cima, achando que ainda vai subir mais um degrau ? Na verdade não há degrau nenhum é só uma ilusão. Quando seu pé finalmente toca no chão a sensação é horrível, a gravidade vence de 10x0 e você se sente mais idiota que nunca. Funciona assim comigo sempre, mas ao invés da gravidade é só a realidade x expectativa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-8013349074850600042?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8013349074850600042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/05/vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8013349074850600042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8013349074850600042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/05/vs.html' title='Vs.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6786886545472020382</id><published>2011-04-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:30:08.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/picable/2010/05/20/1862604_Sad-Girl-Drawing_620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 466px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/picable/2010/05/20/1862604_Sad-Girl-Drawing_620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The closest to God is the one who's in love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I am in love, I have no words, no voice, I have nothing. Cause someone already took it all from me. Since then, I draw. Yes, I just draw; and I suck at it... But only when I am in love, I can get really good. I did the best draw I´ve ever tryed in my entire life. I don´t know how, but this draw... Well it has a owner. Someone that now, owns my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É das frustrações que eu tiro os meus melhores dons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/974986130446910597-6786886545472020382?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6786886545472020382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/04/draw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6786886545472020382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6786886545472020382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/04/draw.html' title='Draw'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8660125438000513739</id><published>2011-04-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:10:15.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E a falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pYBm1zWep4/S-G0XwdBQVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/08X3p3BLyec/s1600/as-melhores-coisas-do-mundo-filme-cinema-SaladaCultural_com_br-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pYBm1zWep4/S-G0XwdBQVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/08X3p3BLyec/s1600/as-melhores-coisas-do-mundo-filme-cinema-SaladaCultural_com_br-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que eu sinto, já nem sei de onde vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldita vontade que não passa, que não cansa, que não desiste. Esse corpo cansado só quer um tempo sozinho, sem dor, sem saudade, sem decepção. Esse corpo já está muito cansado. Cansado de lutar, de perder, de errar e se conter. Esse corpo hoje perde.&lt;br /&gt;Perde pra vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Pra vontade de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu odeio esses beijos que a gente não sabe bem o que ta acontecendo, se é um beijo  que acontece por acontecer, ou se na verdade, ambos estão se gostando..."&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/974986130446910597-8660125438000513739?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8660125438000513739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8660125438000513739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8660125438000513739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-falta.html' title='E a falta'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pYBm1zWep4/S-G0XwdBQVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/08X3p3BLyec/s72-c/as-melhores-coisas-do-mundo-filme-cinema-SaladaCultural_com_br-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-2093844863452973903</id><published>2011-04-04T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:39:55.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.picfor.me/0011EC715/musicsky-musicsky-PARY-%D0%BE%D0%BD-%D0%B8-%D0%BE%D0%BD%D0%B0-Jody-erotyczne-Love-PHOTO-SERIE-Couples-lovers-kiss-Good-For-U-ceca-Romantic-PDA-amore-sandee-in-love-KCLAYNE-comments-hola-besosamigos-Hug-Kiss-J-Paare-Misc-romantic-Kisses-Hugs-thanks-for-the-add-my-album_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 322px;" src="http://media.picfor.me/0011EC715/musicsky-musicsky-PARY-%D0%BE%D0%BD-%D0%B8-%D0%BE%D0%BD%D0%B0-Jody-erotyczne-Love-PHOTO-SERIE-Couples-lovers-kiss-Good-For-U-ceca-Romantic-PDA-amore-sandee-in-love-KCLAYNE-comments-hola-besosamigos-Hug-Kiss-J-Paare-Misc-romantic-Kisses-Hugs-thanks-for-the-add-my-album_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"M: Sabe aquela conversa  que os casais tem quando já estão há muito tempo juntos ? E que um diz:  " Este era o tipo de coisa que você deveria me dizer no primeiro  encontro !"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; H: Sim, sei. Terrível, não ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; M:  Terrível de fato. Então é por isso que eu vou dizer algo agora. No nosso  primeiro encontro. Eu não procuro o amor da minha vida, porque eu já o  encontrei, eu não espero viver um conto de fadas, porque contos de fadas  existem em livros, e isto é a vida real, eu não quero um homem  que me leve as alturas de tanto amor, pois eu tenho os pés no chão, eu  não espero um amor eterno, pois toda vida tem um fim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; H: Mas então... O que você quer ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; M: O que eu quero....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É um homem que me prove que eu estava completamente errada."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Livs&lt;/p&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/974986130446910597-2093844863452973903?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/2093844863452973903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2093844863452973903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2093844863452973903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-2012415590661930413</id><published>2011-03-27T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T09:07:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven or hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.neilpeart.net/news/images/march_09/full/frozen-lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.neilpeart.net/news/images/march_09/full/frozen-lake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is awesome loses it "awesomeness" sometimes, when you have already tried everything, everywere with everyone; things start to be boring. You already reached the limit, the best of it. So, whats left ? What´s new ? Who´s gonna make you feel everything back again ? No one. I´ve tryed all I ever wanted so, what´s left for me ? Is to appreciate the little things, the simple things as they were new. The wind blowing, the rain, the clouds in the sky... Every little thing that was always here, and I´ve forgot to appreciate... Everything that could make me happy so easily, and I´ve never realised. Everything that is here, now. I know I don´t need nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to reach the limit, be it at the bottom of hell, or at the top of the sky. So you can go back on the middle of it, and just enjoy the ordinary things. Cause after all everything has some value, no matter how small. A value, is always a value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-2012415590661930413?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/2012415590661930413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/heaven-or-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2012415590661930413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2012415590661930413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/heaven-or-hell.html' title='Heaven or hell'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7531531607726634699</id><published>2011-03-20T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:09:43.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquilidade,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA8D1PrsJc/TGQBWIb54qI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q2L-l-7nuSo/s1600/Jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA8D1PrsJc/TGQBWIb54qI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q2L-l-7nuSo/s1600/Jim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paz,  amor carinho e um mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Um sorriso mais bonito, um brilho mais forte no olhar, uma adrenalina e a vontade de deixar rolar. Tudo, todo o corpo e o resto do mundo numa coisa só. Num desejo só. No sorriso de boca em boca, no beijo e no abraço. Isso, agora solta devagarzinho.... Yeeeeeeeeah"&lt;br /&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/974986130446910597-7531531607726634699?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7531531607726634699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/tranquilidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7531531607726634699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7531531607726634699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/tranquilidade.html' title='Tranquilidade,'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvA8D1PrsJc/TGQBWIb54qI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q2L-l-7nuSo/s72-c/Jim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5559124416976702675</id><published>2011-03-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:05:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAP4KZW4Ua76dt3zkwYfWynPhP3tHCjZsMEHPVDFUvueFj9521ZMz0AOeNV6SrpUwyTEObMq9Mu5P_sbpe8zEjgYAm1T1UBHm1OBiVEOEcPXa9WAV8bL6C-ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 511px;" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAP4KZW4Ua76dt3zkwYfWynPhP3tHCjZsMEHPVDFUvueFj9521ZMz0AOeNV6SrpUwyTEObMq9Mu5P_sbpe8zEjgYAm1T1UBHm1OBiVEOEcPXa9WAV8bL6C-ha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always make me smile, I don´t know why and I never knew. You have this thing... This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heat&lt;/span&gt; that makes me feel so comfortable when I´m with you. I don´t know how you do it, but you always captivates me. You always have something to say that will take my breath away, that will make me stay still, just observing. Sometimes, you stop what you´re doing just to look me in the eyes and make me embarrassed, so I smile and we go on. That´s when I have a strange peace of mind... You have always been an enigma for me you know ? An enigma that I´ve never wanted to solve, cause it was good just to look. That´s you P... And this is me, saying: Thank you, for every single moment that we´ve passed together. Cause honestly, I adore you like... The stars above ! So, happy birthday ! Happy everything P, you deserve it.&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/974986130446910597-5559124416976702675?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5559124416976702675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-for-you-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5559124416976702675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5559124416976702675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-for-you-p.html' title='This is for you P'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-590849613764188455</id><published>2011-03-10T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:51:08.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2868803872_aa808405f1_z.jpg?zz=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 356px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2868803872_aa808405f1_z.jpg?zz=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que existam pessoas feitas umas para as outras, pessoas que se completam. Acredito mesmo que cada um nesse mundo, tenha ou terá o amor de sua vida. Mas acredito também, que existam pessoas capazes de te proporcionar uma felicidade absurda, que são capazes de nos envolver em  situações incríveis, momentos inequecíveis... Sei que nem todas essas pessoas que encontramos, podem ficar pra sempre conosco. Existem vidas que não se cruzam, de fato. Porém, quando acontece o momento de "encontro", com uma pessoa dessas, este momento se torna inesquecível, te toca no fundo do coração, depois aperta e vai embora. Pessoas assim, a gente lamenta por não poder acordar todos os dias ao lado, por não ver toda hora que dói o coração... Mas pessoas assim, serão sempre lembradas com carinho, com amor, serão preservadas para sempre na nossa memória. Pelos momentos que nos proporcionaram, pelas alegrias que encheram nossos olhos. Por tudo !&lt;br /&gt;Pela dose certa de amor, no momento &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;errado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-590849613764188455?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/590849613764188455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/590849613764188455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/590849613764188455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4231801704308470682</id><published>2011-03-07T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:05:01.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 306px;" alt="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lemlw19fkN1qci31co1_500.jpg" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lemlw19fkN1qci31co1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou com as brincadeiras, o sorriso safado, o susurro baixinho... Até que ele me olhou do outro lado da sala. Mais uma vez ficou em silêncio. Deixou que eu correspondesse o olhar pra dar os primeiros passos em direção a mim. E como sempre fazia, foi descobrindo que eu já estava excitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só de me olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estendeu as mãos como se o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu &lt;/span&gt;corpo fosse todo dele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sensação gostosa, as mãos dele se encaixam direitinho nas curvas da minha cintura, no contorno do meu quadril ! Quando ele calmamente chegou perto do meu corpo, o ar sumiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todo tempo desacelerou até que ele me puxou forte, me olhou no fundo dos olhos e me calou com um beijo. Mais uma vez ele agia como se aquele corpo que ele beijava, fosse mesmo propriedade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dele&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto, que além dos beijos, roubou também minha paz de espírito...&lt;br /&gt;Roubou o meu sussego, minha calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levou tudo, e me deixou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Querendo mais &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com um pouco mais de &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/974986130446910597-4231801704308470682?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4231801704308470682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4231801704308470682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4231801704308470682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4212792341174270410</id><published>2011-03-07T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:33:31.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/08/06/02/black,and,white,cigarette,couple,erotic,handsome,men,joaquin,phoenix,kiss,man,sexy,smoking-aeb96c4287d6a2c5af47bb6b4561e7e3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 407px;" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/08/06/02/black,and,white,cigarette,couple,erotic,handsome,men,joaquin,phoenix,kiss,man,sexy,smoking-aeb96c4287d6a2c5af47bb6b4561e7e3_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vontade não termina, não se perde ou enfraquece. A vontade apenas cede de tempos em tempos à razão. Essa vontade queima, se esconde e explode quando não dá mais pra segurar. O inferno  em mim você desconhece; te parece bonito quando visto de fora, quando sentido de longe... Mas acontece que desse inferno você ja provou. Gostou. E agora dele faz parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salvar&lt;/span&gt; o inferno em mim ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou vai dar a ele mais um motivo pra queimar ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Makro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/974986130446910597-4212792341174270410?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4212792341174270410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/save-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4212792341174270410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4212792341174270410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/03/save-hell.html' title='Save the hell'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3512305980097076512</id><published>2011-02-24T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:20:19.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 474px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/StUw_sOd8zI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PxaEoQ7iDkA/s1600/tumblr_krfjg4mdbU1qziloso1_500.jpg" alt="[tumblr_krfjg4mdbU1qziloso1_500.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile is just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't hold myself. When you smile, you slowly kill me; cause I know that I can't have you, but when you smile you make me believe that I am very close to get it... That I am so close to kiss you, to fuck with you, to have you between my legs... Oh, shit, this is fucked up, you know ? But doesn't matter... Cause after all, you know that I can't hold myself back, when you're right in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Makro&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/974986130446910597-3512305980097076512?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3512305980097076512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3512305980097076512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3512305980097076512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/your.html' title='Your'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/StUw_sOd8zI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PxaEoQ7iDkA/s72-c/tumblr_krfjg4mdbU1qziloso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4260317907755766762</id><published>2011-02-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:27:22.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When you came in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/love-hurts-lina-scarfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 362px;" src="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/love-hurts-lina-scarfi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the air went out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all those shadows there are filled up with doubt.  I don't know who you think you are, but before the night is through,  I wanna do bad things with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew...&lt;br /&gt;If you only believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4260317907755766762?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4260317907755766762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-came-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4260317907755766762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4260317907755766762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-came-in.html' title='&quot;When you came in'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6081765646545765551</id><published>2011-02-16T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:06:30.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is hardly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/3865/tumblrlavax83gas1qa1iiq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 185px;" src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/3865/tumblrlavax83gas1qa1iiq.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/3865/tumblrlavax83gas1qa1iiq.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restrain yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;Livia, it´s just not worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restrain yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&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/974986130446910597-6081765646545765551?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6081765646545765551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-hardly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6081765646545765551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6081765646545765551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-hardly.html' title='&quot;This is hardly'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-18865669280780156</id><published>2011-02-07T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:07:51.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O presente precioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5pe2maRTA1qcq9x4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 356px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5pe2maRTA1qcq9x4o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Para que vivas a todo momento, O momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tolos, são os que dizem que o presente já nasce morto, estúpidos, aqueles que acreditam que o agora é veloz; passageiro. Tolos, todos os que se prendem a ilusão do tempo e esquecem o resto do mundo girando ao seu redor. Estúpidos, quando permitem que o presente vire pretérito a todo momento. Tolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que o escreve ao invéz de vivê-lo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Makro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/974986130446910597-18865669280780156?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/18865669280780156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-presente-precioso.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/18865669280780156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/18865669280780156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-presente-precioso.html' title='O presente precioso'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3322217023212771066</id><published>2011-02-01T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:20:36.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TUfO-QekrYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/X8bAnCWsIyg/s1600/Snapshot_20110201_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TUfO-QekrYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/X8bAnCWsIyg/s320/Snapshot_20110201_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568647033237319042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I can't see it, can't touch it, but I know that it will be there forever with me, my love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, forever on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/974986130446910597-3322217023212771066?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3322217023212771066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3322217023212771066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3322217023212771066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart.html' title='My heart...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TUfO-QekrYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/X8bAnCWsIyg/s72-c/Snapshot_20110201_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1665518622038145428</id><published>2011-02-01T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:02:36.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is him ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/ilikethewayithurts.bloguepessoal.com/images/gd/129090011107/Que-e-de-nos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 319px;" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/ilikethewayithurts.bloguepessoal.com/images/gd/129090011107/Que-e-de-nos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxuzsSw2EGs/SWT0VCaFB2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ko5aTYeOiq8/s400/amor+impossivel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One taste...&lt;br /&gt;That's all you need to fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;Even the coldest heart will be able to get soft.&lt;br /&gt;With only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/#" class="ecxfright ecxdelete" title="Delete your response" target="_blank"&gt;Delete&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;div&gt;    &lt;span class="ecxaccountReference"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.formspring.me/AskLivodka" class="ecxaccountLink ecxhovercard" target="_blank"&gt;AskLivodka&lt;/a&gt; responded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/AskLivodka/q/2277652362" target="_blank"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1665518622038145428?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1665518622038145428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/quem-e-esse-lucas-q-vc-diz-que-ama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1665518622038145428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1665518622038145428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/02/quem-e-esse-lucas-q-vc-diz-que-ama.html' title='Who is him ?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-336773421558139299</id><published>2011-01-31T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:54:31.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parlo poco, lo so, è strano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TUfJWCJ2ZQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QOA4idC1Uvs/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TUfJWCJ2ZQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QOA4idC1Uvs/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568640844639397122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"È iniziato tutto per un tuo capriccio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Io non mi fidavo, era solo sesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma il sesso è un'attitudine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come il'arte in genere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E forse l'ho capito e sono qui..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon.&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/974986130446910597-336773421558139299?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/336773421558139299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/336773421558139299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/336773421558139299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Parlo poco, lo so, è strano'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TUfJWCJ2ZQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QOA4idC1Uvs/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-574221051872559844</id><published>2011-01-25T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:59:31.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs10/f/2006/324/a/f/Dream_Chaser_by_cypherx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 580px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs10/f/2006/324/a/f/Dream_Chaser_by_cypherx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mesmo que houvessem todos os recursos inimagináveis para representar a dor profunda dos meus sonhos e a angústia da minha mente, eu ainda assim não poderia. Falta-me tudo, de tudo um pouco. Como posso reprensentar a força da fantasia quando estou presa num bloco sólido e monocromático que chamam de realidade ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suco da verdade, expanda minha mente pro mundo mais alto dos homens, pro mundo escondido e soterrado da verdade, liberdade e amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Makro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-574221051872559844?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/574221051872559844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/574221051872559844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/574221051872559844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7352194186025516369</id><published>2011-01-14T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:21:43.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imotion.com.br/imagens/data/media/75/8832isqueiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 215px;" src="http://www.imotion.com.br/imagens/data/media/75/8832isqueiro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have no idea, you just don´t know how much I really adore you. And how your lighter still works better then a new one... I guess it´s going to work forever, cause I am sure that I´ll adore you forever. You don´t have to love me back, you don´t even have to remember me if you don´t want to. But all I know is that I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe, you´re the best thing that ever happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7352194186025516369?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7352194186025516369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7352194186025516369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7352194186025516369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3241693901911316716</id><published>2011-01-03T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:27:24.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem começo, sem fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8cQV7QaVmI/R0iNrzQG5BI/AAAAAAAAAas/S9PA9uunpC8/s320/writing-2-h320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8cQV7QaVmI/R0iNrzQG5BI/AAAAAAAAAas/S9PA9uunpC8/s320/writing-2-h320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um livro em branco, sem começo, e sem fim. Uma história longa pra se contar, sem palavras, sem textos, sem gravuras. Uma história de dias, noites e olhares. Uma história de verdade. Intensa. Intensa porque mesmo quando estou em uma outra cidade o que vai me confortar é um pedaço de nada que vai me fazer lembrar de você. E vai me fazer feliz. E ao olhar pro céu eu vi, que por mais longe que esteja o céu sempre será o mesmo, e você e eu sempre estaremos sob ele.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob o mesmo céu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-3241693901911316716?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3241693901911316716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/sem-comeco-sem-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3241693901911316716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3241693901911316716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2011/01/sem-comeco-sem-fim.html' title='Sem começo, sem fim'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8cQV7QaVmI/R0iNrzQG5BI/AAAAAAAAAas/S9PA9uunpC8/s72-c/writing-2-h320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-617279214317504283</id><published>2010-12-23T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:06:47.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TRNlN_5f-bI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_SaqgMSsX6g/s1600/OQAAAN5W7W83uWr9whUt49dDMB4ODcBsUczDXgrQ6PwZujHO4X7Q4zrifcta2pck3ZpyoVDJSTxrksQV7tCqYIEiyfgAm1T1UCarBv1fGRscofZP6dvdPOYeXEFI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 432px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TRNlN_5f-bI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_SaqgMSsX6g/s320/OQAAAN5W7W83uWr9whUt49dDMB4ODcBsUczDXgrQ6PwZujHO4X7Q4zrifcta2pck3ZpyoVDJSTxrksQV7tCqYIEiyfgAm1T1UCarBv1fGRscofZP6dvdPOYeXEFI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553894056643262898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/974986130446910597-617279214317504283?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/617279214317504283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/617279214317504283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/617279214317504283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TRNlN_5f-bI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_SaqgMSsX6g/s72-c/OQAAAN5W7W83uWr9whUt49dDMB4ODcBsUczDXgrQ6PwZujHO4X7Q4zrifcta2pck3ZpyoVDJSTxrksQV7tCqYIEiyfgAm1T1UCarBv1fGRscofZP6dvdPOYeXEFI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-427037784169310217</id><published>2010-12-22T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:49:00.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 426px; height: 401px;" alt="http://sp4.fotolog.com.br/photo/4/41/103/carolblikstein/1291510980144_f.jpg" src="http://sp4.fotolog.com.br/photo/4/41/103/carolblikstein/1291510980144_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend that I don´t give a dam :}&lt;br /&gt;It was never good in my entire life, why it´s gonna be today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... It´s not :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pff I hate all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-427037784169310217?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/427037784169310217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/427037784169310217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/427037784169310217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8330579741165894427</id><published>2010-12-10T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:13:28.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:AB6_cpQW_nfUDM:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-Ae-5pcH3Q/S1LtkT9zjGI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RkJFs1m3-p8/s1600/fuck-you.jpg&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 333px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:AB6_cpQW_nfUDM:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-Ae-5pcH3Q/S1LtkT9zjGI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RkJFs1m3-p8/s1600/fuck-you.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tem alguma coisa que eu aprendi com você, foi que ta na hora de virar as costas. Sinceramente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-8330579741165894427?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8330579741165894427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8330579741165894427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8330579741165894427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6730266499998140576</id><published>2010-12-07T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:24:35.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles dizem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bb3shENEqRk/TDpk1hBvn9I/AAAAAAAAABA/UVGuK2hF670/s400/i_will_always_love_you_by_evalovinlucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bb3shENEqRk/TDpk1hBvn9I/AAAAAAAAABA/UVGuK2hF670/s400/i_will_always_love_you_by_evalovinlucy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que é impossível encontrar o amor sem perder a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está uma tarde estranha, nostálgica, como aquelas tardes que eu passava pensando em ti, imaginando quieta cada pedacinho de você que eu nunca pude ter, sentir ou ver. Sentindo cada palavra como se fosse a última. Estupidez a minha, já que me apaixonei justo pelo homem mais perfeito do mundo. Isso não poderia dar certo nunca né ? Mas do nosso jeito, deu. E agora são memórias deliciosas de se ter, mas, mais que isso, são parte do que eu me tornei hoje. Porque o sol vai se pôr, o dia vai findar, os anos vão passar e o tempo, o vento há de levar; mas meu amor nunca, nunca mesmo vai acabar. E não importa se você está mesmo aqui ou não, o que importa é pra sempre na minha memória vai ficar. Quando olho para trás e vejo os amores que eu tive, de todos eles, o seu foi o mais sincero, mais doído, mais dificil, impossível e definitivamente o maior de todos. E com toda certeza que me resta, este amor permanecerá eterno. A música toca, repete e parece mesmo que você está bem perto de mim. Engraçadas as coisas que nos ligam, as músicas, as letras, os dias e as nossas palavras. Porque no final das contas, tudo o que a gente tem é nada pra muita gente, é sem sentido, significado ou razão, é só uma promessa de duas crianças... Promessa essa que se manteve até hoje, porque mesmo depois de 5 anos ou mais, ainda somos aquelas mesmas crianças que juraram se amar pra sempre que juraram jamais esquecer "Leatam". E nem que eu deixe de falar com você, nem que eu perca a única coisa que permite que estejamos juntos, eu nunca vou perder "Leatam". E lá no fundo, dentro de mim sei que você também não. Então... Eu espero. Espero o tempo que for, porque de verdade mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;Ainda&lt;br /&gt;Te&lt;br /&gt;Amo&lt;br /&gt;Muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas pra quem tem pensamento forte, o impossível é só questão de opinião."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6730266499998140576?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6730266499998140576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/eles-dizem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6730266499998140576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6730266499998140576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/eles-dizem.html' title='Eles dizem'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bb3shENEqRk/TDpk1hBvn9I/AAAAAAAAABA/UVGuK2hF670/s72-c/i_will_always_love_you_by_evalovinlucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4506528341524831673</id><published>2010-12-06T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:24:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TP1-h1evBQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EULlO68_74I/s1600/2010-11-08_15-36-26_659%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TP1-h1evBQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EULlO68_74I/s320/2010-11-08_15-36-26_659%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547729435747091714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tem alguma coisa sobre você... Algo que me encanta, até nos mais simples movimentos me desperta atenção. Até o amargo gosto do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não quero&lt;/span&gt; se torna doce vindo de você. O seu toque, o seu cheiro e o seu gosto tem sensações únicas. Mesmo não querendo, tudo me leva a você. Mesmo correndo, todos os caminhos terminam em ti. Engraçado como é só sem querer que você me conquista. Todos os dias de alguma maneira, me apaixono mais ainda por ti. Sem vontade sem compromisso e sem expectativa; toda hora, até mesmo quando estou nos braços de outro, até mesmo sozinha, fecho os olhos e vejo você. É a sua coisa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your thing&lt;/span&gt;, é isso que me faz ficar assim. É sua culpa, é a sua coisa. Que por mais que você tente me afastar, mais ela me empurra pra perto de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sua culpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Makro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4506528341524831673?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4506528341524831673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4506528341524831673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4506528341524831673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/thing.html' title='The thing'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TP1-h1evBQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EULlO68_74I/s72-c/2010-11-08_15-36-26_659%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7896983255151139692</id><published>2010-12-04T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:30:26.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything falls apart,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tumblr.com/jgxczf0/Ykpl9xgig/tumblr_l4ebjkzwoo1qcq08eo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 272px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jgxczf0/Ykpl9xgig/tumblr_l4ebjkzwoo1qcq08eo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                       well... That´s when I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that´s when see what´s still there for me. In those moments I grab the truth, only the truth. I wish I could see you when there is nothing left, cause in the end, all I really want is you. Unfortunatly, you can´t see my heart, you can only see how beautifully I hide it. If you only knew how much I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;...could make you happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the very own thing that could never be mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7896983255151139692?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7896983255151139692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-everything-falls-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7896983255151139692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7896983255151139692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-everything-falls-apart.html' title='When everything falls apart,'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4702891822345275610</id><published>2010-11-30T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T05:44:07.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"So that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TPX6kK40LFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sYMoErK37zg/s1600/C360_2010-11-27%2B15-36-12.Share.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TPX6kK40LFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sYMoErK37zg/s320/C360_2010-11-27%2B15-36-12.Share.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545614015481523282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nobody will never know what you mean to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I keep my mouth shut, even when my heart is screaming for help. I fake a smile, and I pretend that I don´t care, but I do; cause all I know right now is that I want you. You might play with me, you might love the game; the way you move foward and how beautifully I elusive. But inside my head all I want is to let you get really close, and that´s how you get me, cause you´re doing what nobody could, you destroy a part of me that nobody knows and I let you do it. You´re too close to my heart, and that´s what kills me cause I can´t handle with love. People tend to think that I don´t even have a heart, but somehow you found it, and I don´t know how to fake or escape that. It doesn´t matter, cause I will keep smiling, keep faking, keep pretending that I don´t care until It became truth. And that´s ok, cause for everyone in the world (including you), I´m just living crazily my life, when actually I am dying, dying for you.&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/974986130446910597-4702891822345275610?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4702891822345275610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4702891822345275610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4702891822345275610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-that.html' title='&quot;So that'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TPX6kK40LFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/sYMoErK37zg/s72-c/C360_2010-11-27%2B15-36-12.Share.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6350625024099786823</id><published>2010-11-30T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:01:46.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It´s so hot in here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TPW6ZPuM84I/AAAAAAAAAis/FHtYjtYJuPc/s1600/suor-colorido-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TPW6ZPuM84I/AAAAAAAAAis/FHtYjtYJuPc/s320/suor-colorido-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545543459056448386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1txJ9sNY2Y/S80Kf6FxtGI/AAAAAAAABGk/PY1aeINl7cs/s1600/suor-colorido-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can´t even distinguish the sweat from the tears. I can´t barely open my eyes, it´s all blurry, and sore. I should maybe keep my eyes closed... Letting the tears and the sweat wash my face and my heart. This heat is making me crazy. But even without that I should keep my eyes closed. So that I won´t see what you´re doing with me, some people would call it cowardice, I call it self protection. Cause I can´t stand what you´re doing to me. I mean The heat, I can´t stand the heat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is comming, I can feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6350625024099786823?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6350625024099786823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-so-hot-in-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6350625024099786823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6350625024099786823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-so-hot-in-here.html' title='It´s so hot in here'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TPW6ZPuM84I/AAAAAAAAAis/FHtYjtYJuPc/s72-c/suor-colorido-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4844163820129934573</id><published>2010-11-29T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T05:47:09.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear portuguese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://codingnews.inhealthcare.com/files/2009/03/handsome-smoking-guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 275px;" src="http://codingnews.inhealthcare.com/files/2009/03/handsome-smoking-guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não to acostumado com esse tipo de coisa. Com o frio na barriga e desespero na última ponta do meu hollywood. Não to acostumado a ficar sem palavras, as quais domino tão bem... Não lembro de ter permitido que você levasse contigo a minha paz de espírito. Pois comigo ela não está, nem no fundo das minhas garrafas nem nos últimos tragos do meu maço. Lembro-me muito bem de um beijo roubado, e um minuto de silêncio. E depois disso, não me lembro de nada mais. Fico remoendo dentro de mim esses momentos, e até parece que eu sou homem de remoer coisas... Não sou. E não lido nada bem com isso; como quando você vem e me diz que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quer&lt;/span&gt; e eu só digo "tudo bem". Não sou grosso nem frio porque quero. Sou porque não aprendi a ser diferente. E sinceramente, você tem que parar te tentar me ensinar. Eu vou gostar de você eventualmente. Porque na verdade, eu já estou apaixonado.  Aliás, apaixonado não. Afinal um homem que nem eu não ama, um homem que nem eu não chora. Um homem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nem eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é ?&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/974986130446910597-4844163820129934573?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4844163820129934573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/clear-portuguese.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4844163820129934573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4844163820129934573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/clear-portuguese.html' title='Clear portuguese'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8040487897090170432</id><published>2010-11-28T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:10:05.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.centralpark.com/usr/photos/large/49/on-frozen-lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 386px;" src="http://www.centralpark.com/usr/photos/large/49/on-frozen-lake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s what you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-8040487897090170432?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8040487897090170432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-frozen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8040487897090170432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8040487897090170432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-frozen.html' title='My frozen'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-504514971667610742</id><published>2010-11-25T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:28:58.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs38/300W/i/2008/334/2/c/Hidden_Love_by_ParadiseOfLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 330px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs38/300W/i/2008/334/2/c/Hidden_Love_by_ParadiseOfLove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.howtogetexback.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/relationshipbreakups.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the tiniest moment´s I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I got my defenses when it comes to your intentions for me. You say I´m bad, but I learned it all from you. I have to be wicked with you, or else I will love you more than I can handle. And it will end badly; when you´re absence starts to hurt me, you won´t be able to be here for me, cause I won´t let you stay around. That´s because I´m fucking afraid of love you. Your love is dangerous, I can feel that; but someday in all my madness I will take a risk, even knowing that you will never love me back. You better be prepared for all the madness and all the reckless actions cause until that day, I will keep this love very hidden. Hidden in my words of despair and rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hidden love ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-504514971667610742?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/504514971667610742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/504514971667610742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/504514971667610742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-for.html' title='And for'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6887269835924269130</id><published>2010-11-17T09:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:20:49.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQPLs0Hb_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/xHF0NARn5ew/s1600/tumblr_l9q6gmge8O1qa9yjmo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQPLs0Hb_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/xHF0NARn5ew/s320/tumblr_l9q6gmge8O1qa9yjmo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540570135255281650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just a fucked up girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That wants some peace of mind. People tend to expect so much on me, tend to take my words as true, they want to fix me. And understand me, all my mistakes, people want to explain them, my rudeness... "Her rudeness is only on the outside" they keep saying, but they never try to reach the inside. "It´s funny the way she smiles, it´s cool how she can keep everyone around but never too close." They talk and talk but nobody ever tried to get really close. It´s easy to say that I am cold, when nobody try to fell my heat, when they are afraid of getting hurt. Well I am afraid too, that´s why I am always keeping people away. One day somebody will be brave enough to break all walls and finally know what I really am, what I am made of. Until then, they will keep saying, keep expecting and keep failing.&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/974986130446910597-6887269835924269130?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6887269835924269130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6887269835924269130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6887269835924269130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQPLs0Hb_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/xHF0NARn5ew/s72-c/tumblr_l9q6gmge8O1qa9yjmo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4973549375418974710</id><published>2010-11-17T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:57:04.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQPUJ5UX0I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Udq7OMS1fdg/s1600/tumblr_la9p30ivU51qc5ug7o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQPUJ5UX0I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Udq7OMS1fdg/s320/tumblr_la9p30ivU51qc5ug7o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540570280500682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could, I wish it was easy as it sems; but it´s just not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. It´s just what I want in my mind, not you. Instead, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; is what I got here. Funny the way I lie to you, and the way you lie back to me. Keeping you away is an art, specially when everything else wants you around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucked up&lt;/span&gt;. Is what defines me better. The drunkness, the euphoria, is all part of the mess that I am. I should say... I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happy in all that sadness. You say that I´m a bad person, that I am such a son of a bitch a "pirate". Well... I was always attracted to things that everyone thought bad, disgusting, sad and disappointing. It´s sad the way I feel happy, but is unique. It might sound fake, but I know how much fucked up I am, and how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; I can fell about that. It makes me laught and it´s made to cry... That´s the truth, deal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; it. Memories in my body, a cigarette in my hand and a big evil smile in my face. Don´t be scared, that´s just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/974986130446910597-4973549375418974710?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4973549375418974710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4973549375418974710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4973549375418974710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/forget.html' title='Forget'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQPUJ5UX0I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Udq7OMS1fdg/s72-c/tumblr_la9p30ivU51qc5ug7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6665674592239428464</id><published>2010-11-17T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:20:31.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQPLs0Hb_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/xHF0NARn5ew/s1600/tumblr_l9q6gmge8O1qa9yjmo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQP9eFnGhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/TqjjNas9FJA/s1600/tumblr_l265qh8Zb91qb0zv9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQP9eFnGhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/TqjjNas9FJA/s320/tumblr_l265qh8Zb91qb0zv9o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540570990295587346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I won´t let you know. I won´t ever let anybody know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: I always choose the only thing that will make me miserable, throwing away all the ones that could made me happy. It´s sad, but it´s also the irrefutable truth. It´s funny the way I trick myself, doing exactly what makes me feel bad, loving the only person that will not love me back. Doing what I couldn´t, shouldn´t, wouldn´t do, but I do it anyway. "Lebensgefahr", is how I like to call it. Don´t caring, is the best thingh I can do. And reckless is the way it´s gotta be. People say that I´m lonely, I keep people away cause I don´t like them around, trying to fix me, understand me; and never trying just to like me the way that I am. It might be hard sometimes you know ? But only like this, I know who really like me, who can see beyond the rudeness, the neglect. Sometimes, be alone is what makes us special, it´s also what makes us miserable. Everyone has a story to tell right ? I have mine, but only when I am alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6665674592239428464?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6665674592239428464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-could-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6665674592239428464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6665674592239428464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-could-be-happy.html' title='I could be happy.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TOQP9eFnGhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/TqjjNas9FJA/s72-c/tumblr_l265qh8Zb91qb0zv9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6614750530397681466</id><published>2010-11-08T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T05:19:25.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2009/251/0/5/Emotionless_by_bente_unerz36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 305px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2009/251/0/5/Emotionless_by_bente_unerz36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have the sweetest heart ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don´t. Actually, I might have, but it is very well hiden. You keep trying to put it out. I can´t do this, you know ? It´s so much easier to hate you hate ever single piece of you. Every look that you gave me, every word, every touch. Everything that I might love; I do my best to hate. So we can move on, in a way that I don´t have what I really want, but I will content myself with the little part of you that I "have" and I´ll never let this little part go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6614750530397681466?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6614750530397681466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6614750530397681466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6614750530397681466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1746162657322639336</id><published>2010-11-03T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:34:43.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a2jaBMHHMA/THrA1K5YhLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s7HUWBxgRzo/s1600/pd_darkness_071029_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a2jaBMHHMA/THrA1K5YhLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s7HUWBxgRzo/s1600/pd_darkness_071029_ms.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;just save me from this darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even knowing that maybe this darkness is all because of you, I like to think that you have the light to guide me out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1746162657322639336?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1746162657322639336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1746162657322639336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1746162657322639336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/11/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a2jaBMHHMA/THrA1K5YhLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s7HUWBxgRzo/s72-c/pd_darkness_071029_ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-2921540286584119274</id><published>2010-10-31T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:44:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I might...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3TzSEnbEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0fO-JakpPCg/s1600/tumblr_kxfeovpb4o1qb0zv9o1_500.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 402px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3TzSEnbEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0fO-JakpPCg/s320/tumblr_kxfeovpb4o1qb0zv9o1_500.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534312395086195778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But eventually I´m gonna hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was not true, but that´s the way it is&lt;br /&gt;It´s not your fault, that´s the way it is&lt;br /&gt;I love you now, but I´ll be sick of you&lt;br /&gt;And that´s the way it is. And will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right ? RIGHT ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, make me hate you, it should be easy, right ?&lt;/span&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/974986130446910597-2921540286584119274?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/2921540286584119274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-might.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2921540286584119274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2921540286584119274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-might.html' title='I might...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3TzSEnbEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0fO-JakpPCg/s72-c/tumblr_kxfeovpb4o1qb0zv9o1_500.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7702742068591948738</id><published>2010-10-31T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:37:58.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3R_wbTfXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fkUkFP0W9pg/s1600/tumblr_kzkq0xGtlt1qa1iiqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3R_wbTfXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fkUkFP0W9pg/s320/tumblr_kzkq0xGtlt1qa1iiqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534310410369596786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should run&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I´m not a concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Don´t take my words as true, my acts as right. Don´t take anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cause I have this stone heart so, I will eventually gonna hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Believe me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please believe for me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/974986130446910597-7702742068591948738?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7702742068591948738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7702742068591948738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7702742068591948738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3R_wbTfXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fkUkFP0W9pg/s72-c/tumblr_kzkq0xGtlt1qa1iiqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-9110574104233067529</id><published>2010-10-31T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:29:50.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3RtZdHrHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/drHj-8zqDsE/s1600/tumblr_lavax83gAs1qa1iiqo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3RtZdHrHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/drHj-8zqDsE/s320/tumblr_lavax83gAs1qa1iiqo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534310094965550194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... I was having this really crap day you know ?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes shit happens, there is nothing we can do about it...&lt;br /&gt;But I read what you wrote about me, and well..&lt;br /&gt;That really make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be stupid, but you wanna know what ?&lt;br /&gt;You did it in a way that nobody could do better.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I wasn´t even expecting... &lt;span lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(230, 236, 249); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title=""&gt;That´s surprised me a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you for making me smile, thank you for making my crap day become a nice day :}"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wish It was true...&lt;/span&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/974986130446910597-9110574104233067529?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/9110574104233067529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/heart-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/9110574104233067529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/9110574104233067529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/heart-hurt.html' title='Heart hurt'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TM3RtZdHrHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/drHj-8zqDsE/s72-c/tumblr_lavax83gAs1qa1iiqo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-328505409697363663</id><published>2010-10-26T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:24:20.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://falandonaquilo.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/image/FalandoNaquilo/2009/Abril/orgasmo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://falandonaquilo.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/image/FalandoNaquilo/2009/Abril/orgasmo11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have this idea that we womans can´t have sex without falling in love, without all those sparkles in the air, the annoying&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(230, 236, 249); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; calls... Well, you should know that we "pretend" in this area much, much longer than you all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe, just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-328505409697363663?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/328505409697363663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/stop-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/328505409697363663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/328505409697363663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/stop-it.html' title='Stop it.'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-2715568896088142081</id><published>2010-10-24T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:52:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing wrong with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lai5w3ulhP1qck1p0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 259px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lai5w3ulhP1qck1p0o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I´m not a concept, something that you can understand or expect... I´m always changing, always surprising. People never get me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;some of them see the glow of it, and delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The others just don´t get that I´m not "fixable", but they never quit trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only reason that I´m listening to that song, is because we made love when it was playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-2715568896088142081?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/2715568896088142081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2715568896088142081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2715568896088142081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-wrong-with-me.html' title='Nothing wrong with me'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7013478813573352965</id><published>2010-10-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T05:17:04.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TLt3XrekQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ct-QVQitOBE/s1600/sextoilet_450x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TLt3XrekQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ct-QVQitOBE/s320/sextoilet_450x350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529144216219042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I hear that song I remember you and I making love. When I see that picture, I can´t help it, it makes me want you even more. Hate when you come closer... I don´t want all that stuff. You know ? Just another lie, another kiss, another fuck and a crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tenage dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7013478813573352965?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7013478813573352965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-moves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7013478813573352965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7013478813573352965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-moves.html' title='Sweet moves'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TLt3XrekQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ct-QVQitOBE/s72-c/sextoilet_450x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7095858224539085550</id><published>2010-10-06T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T02:37:10.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.byhigh.org/Faculty/aaaTroubleBox-347x293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.byhigh.org/Faculty/aaaTroubleBox-347x293.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu corro, mais eu me vejo terminando no lugar que comecei. Só que mais enrolada, mais frustrada, e sem respostas para as perguntas que me fizeram correr dali. As vezes, qualquer divertimento inocente afasta minhas preocupações, e as vezes eu não sei o que pensar. Acho que vai doer, o tipo de dor que eu não curto sentir. E não vai haver diversão suficiente pra me tirar disso. Como uma coisa que só de pensar já te da arrepios pode ser boa ? Como uma coisa que evitei, pode vir tão facilmente pra minha vida agora ? Como ele pôde querer voltar ? Detesto pensar que estou metida com&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4 problemas&lt;/span&gt; que não tem solução. São 4, todos 4 me fazem um bem danado, e um estrago inenarrável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho engraçado o modo como é feito pra rir e me faz chorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7095858224539085550?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7095858224539085550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/trouble-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7095858224539085550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7095858224539085550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/trouble-box.html' title='Trouble box'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8879803431587791261</id><published>2010-10-02T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T04:42:22.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evilness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TKf6w3BfJrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NodLSl9H3dI/s1600/evil_clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TKf6w3BfJrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NodLSl9H3dI/s320/evil_clown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523659185304053426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TKfxUhrqrnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/q4Nfgzw94Fw/s1600/Smile_by_DaEviliges.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See him suffering, to simply watch the despair, the anguish jumping out of his eyes. To see him biting his lips, failing to hold his tears; bleeding from the inside and the outside. To see him plunged into grief. Well... That made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s sad, but that´s the truth. I mean... That´s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-8879803431587791261?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8879803431587791261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/rude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8879803431587791261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8879803431587791261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/rude.html' title='Evilness'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TKf6w3BfJrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NodLSl9H3dI/s72-c/evil_clown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1309721156478082989</id><published>2010-10-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:18:19.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TKf9CB18ePI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ENCS4eTozAw/s1600/106-Chomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 444px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TKf9CB18ePI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ENCS4eTozAw/s320/106-Chomp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523661679289465074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos cantos frios de outra cidade, na conversa raza que passa a tomar uma profundidade desinteressante e cansativa. No desconhecido e superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de um carro escuro, tudo que havia era um senhor e uma menina. Um que pouco entendia da vida e outro que muito sabia. Como ela saberia ? Não saberia, os papéis estavam trocados, nunca fora assim antes. Então ela disse, contou o que poucos sabem, o que sempre vem precedido de "Eu nunca disse isto para ninguém" e no doce soar das palavras timidas ela se calou assustada. A interrupção cortante e grosseira daquele senhor a fez calar-se. "Menina, isso que você quer é egoísmo, é frieza, quer afastar quem com toda essa maldade ? É de amar que você está com medo, não é?" Subtamente ela sentiu o ar sair todo de dentro daquele carro. Como pôde ? Como pôde ele, um desconhecido dizer tanto ? Dizer o que ninguém até então havia dito ou percebido ? O silêncio predominou naquele momento tornando-se o fim daquela conversa raza. Tudo que ela queria era sair do carro, mas já estava pago o preço daquela corrida. Durante todo o caminho repetidamente ela pensava, "Como pôde, como pôde?"  Ao descer do carro, ela respirou aliviada, quando tudo que disse ao motorista foi. "Como pôde me dizer tão facilmente o que ninguém - nem eu mesma&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nunca&lt;/span&gt; soube compreender ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso e boa noite foi tudo que ela teve como resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na resposta já havia muito mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1309721156478082989?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1309721156478082989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1309721156478082989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1309721156478082989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='Estrada'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TKf9CB18ePI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ENCS4eTozAw/s72-c/106-Chomp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3446511602737765495</id><published>2010-09-30T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:52:10.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/toledo696/SQNER6JiSiI/AAAAAAAAGTs/dtQFmjVxIII/s800/5a38bfad50417bde0a01e03zm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 395px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/toledo696/SQNER6JiSiI/AAAAAAAAGTs/dtQFmjVxIII/s800/5a38bfad50417bde0a01e03zm7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nem mesmo o meu desejo decifro, quando meu olhar ja não alcança avidez, quando até mesmo meu léxico se torna insípido, eu mais que me perco; morro. No embaraço das palavras me desolo; quando nestas me expressava e me contia tão bem, agora me desencontro. É só quando na minha essência interferes, quando de mim roubas o centro mais intenso e usas de subtilezas para fazê-lo, é quando leva contigo minha sanidade e sem permição tira-me todas as defesas. É nessa hora que fujo do justo encontro a ti, da tua palidez, da tua doce permição. É agora que sumo, e mesmo que vá para onde você mesmo há de encontrar, eu ainda insisto e me omito. Estupidez, a finalidade disto se dissipa tornando-me vulnerável; uma vez que não importa para onde eu fuja, acabe incessantemente me achando em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-3446511602737765495?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3446511602737765495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3446511602737765495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3446511602737765495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/you.html' title='Quando ?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/toledo696/SQNER6JiSiI/AAAAAAAAGTs/dtQFmjVxIII/s72-c/5a38bfad50417bde0a01e03zm7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3862257199187159851</id><published>2010-09-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:12:02.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m so reckless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tenhomaisdiscosqueamigos.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/the-pretty-reckless2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.tenhomaisdiscosqueamigos.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/the-pretty-reckless2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god I've got a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my name across her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving me ain't easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving me is hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry about the madness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the way its gotta be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it takes a crazy woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To love a reckless man like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-3862257199187159851?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3862257199187159851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-reckless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3862257199187159851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3862257199187159851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-reckless.html' title='I´m so reckless'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6389244457494910452</id><published>2010-09-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:56:21.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nxLa6I-dG4I/S6KVJMZ79jI/AAAAAAAAASU/HtUr1pYVmEI/s400/cigarropulmao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nxLa6I-dG4I/S6KVJMZ79jI/AAAAAAAAASU/HtUr1pYVmEI/s400/cigarropulmao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sidedish.dmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/drunk_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Levou na bolsa umas mentiras pra contar&lt;br /&gt;Deixou pra trás os pais e o namorado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Um passo sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Um outro dia, um outro lugar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pelo caminho, garrafas e cigarros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tem sete vidas mas ninguém sabe de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra enquanto ela morde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desaparece antes que alguém acorde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cabelo verde, tatuagem no pescoço&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto novo, um corpo feito pro pecado&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bela, o paraíso é um comprimido&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer balaco ilegal ou proibido&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6389244457494910452?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6389244457494910452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-paraiso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6389244457494910452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6389244457494910452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-paraiso.html' title='O paraíso'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nxLa6I-dG4I/S6KVJMZ79jI/AAAAAAAAASU/HtUr1pYVmEI/s72-c/cigarropulmao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8770682331443431106</id><published>2010-09-22T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:59:08.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte do desencanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJrWSjqzQJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HrHxHhgJsEI/s1600/2010-09-23_01-17-31_308+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJrWSjqzQJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HrHxHhgJsEI/s320/2010-09-23_01-17-31_308+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519959907596714130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem pessoas que conquistam com um olhar, com um sorriso sincero, um abraço apertado. Um beijo secreto. O meu encanto vem das palavras mais rudes, das mais ásperas, do gosto amargo do "eu nunca" do silêncio constrangedor seguido de um "eu te amo" do desejo forte de sumir, da doce ilusão de que algo está errado demais. Do susurro no silêncio da noite, do "eu gosto de você" rasgado, sem gosto, sem profundidade. Do silêncio inoportuno. O meu encanto vem daqui. Do trôpego andar nas calçadas da madrugada. Do abraço enebriante, do "esquecimento". Porque pessoas como eu, preferem uma boa dose de vodka do que um cartão bonito. Não se faz entender por isso. Mas é no "eu gosto" que eu peco. Porque eu gosto e gosto mesmo. Mas faço por onde não mostrar. Faço por onde deixar a desejar. Mas eu amo, e juro que amo intensamente, de um jeito que te faz valer a pena. Mas que dói, dói. As vezes uma terrível mentira soa melhor do que a mais pura verdade. Deixa desmontar, desmoronar, tudo isso fica aqui dentro, aqui no cantinho da página. Fica no sussuro e desespero. Não sou metade, não sou vazio. Sou cheia, e mais do que você pode imaginar, sou sentimento dos pés a cabeça, mas até que valha a pena, até que haja segurança no calor dos seus braços, contente-se com a arte do meu desencanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-8770682331443431106?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8770682331443431106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/arte-do-desencanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8770682331443431106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8770682331443431106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/arte-do-desencanto.html' title='A arte do desencanto'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJrWSjqzQJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HrHxHhgJsEI/s72-c/2010-09-23_01-17-31_308+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6547241713992058551</id><published>2010-09-22T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:51:04.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJrNuKNiitI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MCQVK2l3i8I/s1600/tumblr_l4w2pgfXOV1qcwbn6o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJrNuKNiitI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MCQVK2l3i8I/s320/tumblr_l4w2pgfXOV1qcwbn6o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519950486194784978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       don´t let this feeling come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo me fez esquecer como era o gosto salgado de uma facada no peito. Os dias me fizeram deixar de lado grande parte de uma essencia que eu ponho abaixo de tudo. Não há jeito fácil de impedir que ela venha a tona. A ferida dói, o inesperado surge, as respostas se vão. Fica a saudade de um sorriso tão grande, por mais falso que seja. Fica na memória o gosto da alegria momentânea. Fica na esperança, ela mesma. Fica em mim, você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6547241713992058551?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6547241713992058551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6547241713992058551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6547241713992058551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-please.html' title='Oh, please'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJrNuKNiitI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MCQVK2l3i8I/s72-c/tumblr_l4w2pgfXOV1qcwbn6o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7336893261619692944</id><published>2010-09-20T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:35:10.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3o4ptEKZb1qbghzmo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 348px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3o4ptEKZb1qbghzmo1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                   don´t you think that this is unfair ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me where I like, wisper in my ear. Say some words that I can´t say here. Make me whant your body all over mine. You´re leaving me with some scars in my back, in my neck. Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t you DARE to leave me alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="GLPKSKM5C themePrimaryTextColor"&gt;Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano."&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/974986130446910597-7336893261619692944?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7336893261619692944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7336893261619692944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7336893261619692944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-wait.html' title='Oh wait'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1031437295683425802</id><published>2010-09-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T08:26:11.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJYq3qN6guI/AAAAAAAAAfU/g-ZHvAc6uBU/s1600/sakura_Haruno__evil_smile_by_Zackarra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJYq3qN6guI/AAAAAAAAAfU/g-ZHvAc6uBU/s320/sakura_Haruno__evil_smile_by_Zackarra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518645529102942946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apresentam um mundo novo. Não, um mundo velho com lentes novas. Um  gosto novo de algo muito antigo, um abraço gostoso. E eu não abraço. Eu  não beijo. Eu não chego nem perto. Eu sou fria, da alma até a textura da pele. Do beijo até o sorriso. O que ninguém compreende, um passo no escuro. O que se gosta, mas não se sabe porque. Metade isso, e metade a verdade. Mas essa eu prefiro manter aqui dentro. Porque por trás dessas lentes, tem muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realise that this is the closest you´ll ever get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1031437295683425802?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1031437295683425802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1031437295683425802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1031437295683425802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TJYq3qN6guI/AAAAAAAAAfU/g-ZHvAc6uBU/s72-c/sakura_Haruno__evil_smile_by_Zackarra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7964347333541365417</id><published>2010-09-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:32:53.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.advancedphotoshop.co.uk/users/588/thm1024/realpainteffects.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.advancedphotoshop.co.uk/users/588/thm1024/realpainteffects.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s what you get when you let you´re heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All love in the world, all kindness, all&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt; affection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I want it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7964347333541365417?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7964347333541365417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuck-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7964347333541365417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7964347333541365417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuck-it-all.html' title='Fuck it all'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4929734888751442317</id><published>2010-09-12T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:44:44.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You´re</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.vejasp.abril.com.br/1/image/garota-infernal-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 288px;" src="http://img.vejasp.abril.com.br/1/image/garota-infernal-04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messing up with me.&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;It´s not you, it´s just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody knows what´s going on in my disastrous mind, nobody could ever imagine what hurts me, or what makes me lose sleep."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4929734888751442317?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4929734888751442317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4929734888751442317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4929734888751442317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre.html' title='You´re'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7694256850102098066</id><published>2010-09-10T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T03:49:29.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você tem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoNH8I2dHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QxzwZJ1uj5o/s1600/she__s_a_killer_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoNH8I2dHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QxzwZJ1uj5o/s320/she__s_a_killer_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515235123722089586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;que passar confiança para as pessoas que mente, assim, quando elas  virarem as costas, você pode ter a chance de esfaqueá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7694256850102098066?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7694256850102098066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7694256850102098066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7694256850102098066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-tem.html' title='Você tem'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoNH8I2dHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QxzwZJ1uj5o/s72-c/she__s_a_killer_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1717046326492353125</id><published>2010-09-10T03:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:52:59.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets just</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoKUvyCD4I/AAAAAAAAAes/BoEVJ2j5wlk/s1600/tumblr_l2qa5mJ8WG1qbso46o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoKUvyCD4I/AAAAAAAAAes/BoEVJ2j5wlk/s320/tumblr_l2qa5mJ8WG1qbso46o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515232045208571778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss, fuck, smoke, and kiss again.&lt;br /&gt;What ?&lt;br /&gt;It´s not like I´m giving to you the key of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1717046326492353125?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1717046326492353125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1717046326492353125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1717046326492353125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-just.html' title='Lets just'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoKUvyCD4I/AAAAAAAAAes/BoEVJ2j5wlk/s72-c/tumblr_l2qa5mJ8WG1qbso46o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5854536798134636366</id><published>2010-09-08T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T03:38:10.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoKijglwbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aeAO75QsU9Q/s1600/tumblr_l7rh3ksh5b1qbt5l5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoKijglwbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aeAO75QsU9Q/s320/tumblr_l7rh3ksh5b1qbt5l5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515232282432356786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh98/Moe1635/Evil/bloody-girl-with-skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All tattooed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mistreat me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to be bad bad bad bad bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could only read my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would know that I've been waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For someone almost just like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with attitude, I'm waiting So come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;div&gt;In a vinyl suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X-rated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you bad bad bad bad bad... bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5854536798134636366?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5854536798134636366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5854536798134636366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5854536798134636366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-you.html' title='I want you'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TIoKijglwbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aeAO75QsU9Q/s72-c/tumblr_l7rh3ksh5b1qbt5l5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4056325157561130081</id><published>2010-09-05T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:21:40.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_if1PnJaYUB8/TE4vtwLBPtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TNR-hs94nCg/s1600/scrubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_if1PnJaYUB8/TE4vtwLBPtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TNR-hs94nCg/s1600/scrubs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0bzWiFRoKw/ShTQVmCuR5I/AAAAAAAAAy8/k_ZKhDo5Pfk/s400/amigobebado.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life never was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everything is perfect with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good friends, a good fuck, the perfect drink and some &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, that´s good stuff. A new friend a whole new world. What´s the big deal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: I don´t give a shit for this TV show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4056325157561130081?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4056325157561130081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/junkie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4056325157561130081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4056325157561130081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/09/junkie.html' title='Junkie'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_if1PnJaYUB8/TE4vtwLBPtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TNR-hs94nCg/s72-c/scrubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6195204976892352223</id><published>2010-08-30T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:24:21.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/101/2/9/violence__by_cameraoscura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 333px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/101/2/9/violence__by_cameraoscura.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompante - aquele subto tesão de fazer no último minuto o que se segurou anos pra não fazer. E se arrepender por mais anos e anos a fio, sem poder voltar atrás. Que delicia eu posso dizer. De verdade porque no fundo eu não dou a mínima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6195204976892352223?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6195204976892352223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/ops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6195204976892352223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6195204976892352223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/ops.html' title='Ops'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7957365754285182158</id><published>2010-08-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:17:20.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/THnQ5EmPLvI/AAAAAAAAAec/RtPOSxUU6vY/s1600/100_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/THnQ5EmPLvI/AAAAAAAAAec/RtPOSxUU6vY/s320/100_2834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510665297969753842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won´t lie, I won´t play.&lt;br /&gt;I´m direct, I´m just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7957365754285182158?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7957365754285182158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuck-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7957365754285182158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7957365754285182158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuck-me.html' title='Lust'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/THnQ5EmPLvI/AAAAAAAAAec/RtPOSxUU6vY/s72-c/100_2834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6266355118127756617</id><published>2010-08-28T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:18:51.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnkfFIowIis/SzVM5-P_xqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z0bO9FGDs-8/s400/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnkfFIowIis/SzVM5-P_xqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z0bO9FGDs-8/s400/anger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/THm1oh0pbDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/O4y1FEIH_ng/s1600/100_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agonia ou desespero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que fez algo errado, apesar de bobo, besteira, e de não fazer mal algum. No momento faz. No momento até a brisa mais leve e insignificante causa uma grande turbulência. Porque é idiota, mas mexe comigo. O que mexe é a agonia de não saber se acertei ou errei, de não saber se o efeito do alcool falou mais alto naquele momento, me trazendo uma falsa satisfação.  E mesmo que não haja nenhum tipo de sentimento envolvido nisso. Há orgulho, e não aceito a derrota. E espero que não haja nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz rir é o meu efeito de reparação gritar tão alto na minha cabeça, medindo ridiculamente cada pró e cada contra, me fazendo sentir um lixo, e muito satisfeita ao mesmo tempo. Engraçado como uma coisa tão pequena, um comentário tão insignificante me faz virar o mundo de cabeça para baixo. O meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6266355118127756617?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6266355118127756617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/euphoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6266355118127756617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6266355118127756617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnkfFIowIis/SzVM5-P_xqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z0bO9FGDs-8/s72-c/anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4669626656463404504</id><published>2010-08-12T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:46:47.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/jmgs.fotosblogue.com/images/gd/1207592175/6-de-Abril-de-1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/jmgs.fotosblogue.com/images/gd/1207592175/6-de-Abril-de-1199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperate and broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound of a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father has spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the Kings and Queens of promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the victims of ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the Children of a Lesser God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between Heaven and Hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven and Hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into your lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopeless and Taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stole our new lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through blood and pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In defense of our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In defense of our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The age of man is over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A darkness comes and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lessons that we've learned here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have only just begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Kings&lt;div&gt;We are the Queens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the Kings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the Queens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4669626656463404504?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4669626656463404504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4669626656463404504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4669626656463404504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/08/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6910694945851400833</id><published>2010-07-24T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:21:06.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TEsE2l039NI/AAAAAAAAAds/CeYG9tTDnqA/s1600/LoveFireDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TEsE2l039NI/AAAAAAAAAds/CeYG9tTDnqA/s320/LoveFireDance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497493106049152210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Se me deixar hipnotizado, sem conseguir me concentrar em outra coisa aí sim, é a perfeição pra mim. Sua voz é assim." - Makro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6910694945851400833?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6910694945851400833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6910694945851400833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6910694945851400833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TEsE2l039NI/AAAAAAAAAds/CeYG9tTDnqA/s72-c/LoveFireDance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3976898830717012157</id><published>2010-07-22T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:53:35.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TEkSIVn8ApI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9FaPIxmQBZM/s1600/tumblr_l14lyoWyFx1qzdiqvo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TEkSIVn8ApI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9FaPIxmQBZM/s320/tumblr_l14lyoWyFx1qzdiqvo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496944754635309714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don´t want me by your side, just say it, you don´t have to keep me just because you feel guilt. I will love you, doesn´t matter what happens. My forever, really means forever. Never forget it. Cause I do love you forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-3976898830717012157?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3976898830717012157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3976898830717012157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3976898830717012157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TEkSIVn8ApI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9FaPIxmQBZM/s72-c/tumblr_l14lyoWyFx1qzdiqvo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3159900239353482627</id><published>2010-07-19T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:43:05.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs18/f/2007/224/8/9/Letting_You_Go_by_soccerskates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 297px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs18/f/2007/224/8/9/Letting_You_Go_by_soccerskates.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am letting you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-3159900239353482627?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3159900239353482627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3159900239353482627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3159900239353482627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/go.html' title='go'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6379646968330338997</id><published>2010-07-12T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T02:46:41.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just kidding</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11IFl2G3h0Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Passei muito tempo olhando pra essa tela sem saber o que escrever,  escrevi, apaguei, escrevi e apaguei de novo. Dessa vez vou mesmo mandar.  Não sei o que dizer, não tem nada pra dizer. Quero te dizer muitas  coisas, mas elas nunca chegam a minha boca... De qualquer forma já disse  bastante nesses dias, certo ? Se você soubesse como é a sensação acho  que até riria, são horas e horas e tudo se passa pela minha cabeça, mas,  muito pouco eu digito. No fundo mesmo, acho que vou terminar isso de um  jeito que você gostaria. Ou terminaria igual. Eu gosto de você. Gosto  mesmo. E você sabe, então... Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi essa que você me mandou  uma vez, e agora eu te mando ela devolta. Faz bastante sentido agora.  Não posso falar muito então isso vai falar por mim. Não preciso grifar  as partes importantes, você sabe quais são.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank" onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://letras.terra.com.br/alter-bridge/\74wbr\0761103837/traducao.html');  return false;"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/alter-bri&lt;wbr&gt;dge/1103837/traducao.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceite  se quiser. Tanto faz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. :*&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be so much easier if I just don´t care, if it was "whatever"&lt;/span&gt;. But it´s not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6379646968330338997?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6379646968330338997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-kidding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6379646968330338997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6379646968330338997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-kidding.html' title='Just kidding'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1116443761223921159</id><published>2010-07-08T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:15:00.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TDa-WoZPKyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3i2dcqXRWPU/s1600/Kiss_Me__So_Sweetly__by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TDa-WoZPKyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3i2dcqXRWPU/s320/Kiss_Me__So_Sweetly__by_lorelix04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491786091634567970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1116443761223921159?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1116443761223921159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1116443761223921159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1116443761223921159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TDa-WoZPKyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3i2dcqXRWPU/s72-c/Kiss_Me__So_Sweetly__by_lorelix04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-8791657682114853707</id><published>2010-07-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:21:18.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://0.tqn.com/d/chemistry/1/0/z/c/Chip-pan-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 532px;" src="http://0.tqn.com/d/chemistry/1/0/z/c/Chip-pan-fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotocomedia.com/images/articles/all-star-pegando-fogo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your touch, your words. Must forget that day, that lighter (that I still have), that music. Must forget how you made me feel. You already said that it was impossible to be together. I must forget your smile, your smell, your kindness, must even forget your rudeness. I must forget your promisses, this text right here and my love. I must forget everything. Actually I just should forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-8791657682114853707?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/8791657682114853707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/must-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8791657682114853707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/8791657682114853707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/must-forget.html' title='Must forget'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6273310843789917969</id><published>2010-07-05T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:30:45.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prioridades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0wLW4XDnjU/Sgx_8aDx-8I/AAAAAAAAATY/LekCQZXyjR0/S1600-R/lipstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0wLW4XDnjU/Sgx_8aDx-8I/AAAAAAAAATY/LekCQZXyjR0/S1600-R/lipstick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo gira em torno delas. São elas que nos fazem ir, ficar, desistir ou continuar. Quando temos algo em mente e isto se torna nossa prioridade, nada mais é tão importante quanto aquilo, nada nos tira o foco daquilo. Pode-se dizer que todo o resto é descartável, bem menos importante. O fato é que elas movem nossas ações, se deixamos de gastar dinheiro com algo, é porque pensamos em nossas prioridades, descartando assim o que poderiamos fazer naquele momento, já ele poderia nos custar algo. É gratificante lutar por algo e conseguir isto no final do dia. Saber que aquilo só foi conquistado devido a luta, trabalho, e esforço. Tem um sabor mais gostoso... A única coisa ruim sobre isso é estar completamente fora das suas prioridades, ficar esperando tudo e todos acontecerem até quando... Eu diria até quando você resolver querer ver o resto das coisas. Mas sinceramente isso chegou ao fim. Eu não sou coisa para ser colocada em um lugar depois usada e novamente guardada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste é ver que largamos as nossas prioridades por alguma coisa que não se importa conosco, que não larga as deles por nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6273310843789917969?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6273310843789917969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/prioridades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6273310843789917969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6273310843789917969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/prioridades.html' title='Prioridades'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0wLW4XDnjU/Sgx_8aDx-8I/AAAAAAAAATY/LekCQZXyjR0/s72-Rc/lipstick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3111902067265059955</id><published>2010-07-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:36:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEfipzKxPMI/SVbY7HGD9yI/AAAAAAAAIqc/CMBSZYdY5S8/s400/sorriso+coringa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEfipzKxPMI/SVbY7HGD9yI/AAAAAAAAIqc/CMBSZYdY5S8/s400/sorriso+coringa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the track that loses me, so here I go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set out to cut myself and here I go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice, can't you hear ?&lt;br /&gt;You didn't notice that yet ? Oh... Don't mind, you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-3111902067265059955?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3111902067265059955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-lose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3111902067265059955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3111902067265059955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-lose.html' title='I lose'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PEfipzKxPMI/SVbY7HGD9yI/AAAAAAAAIqc/CMBSZYdY5S8/s72-c/sorriso+coringa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4473893624248461396</id><published>2010-07-01T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:00:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1115/996259586_b164a4d017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 282px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1115/996259586_b164a4d017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girl met the boy, and as simple as it look like, she started to be happy. Happy like no one else in the world could ever be. And now, she realised that she is happier than she was on that day, happy in a way that she never was in her entire life… Then she asked herself, “how is that possible ?” And then the boy kissed her forhead, and said: “I love you more than anything, and it’s just the beginning.”&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then suddenly, her doubts were gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;     Marko&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4473893624248461396?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4473893624248461396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4473893624248461396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4473893624248461396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/07/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1115/996259586_b164a4d017_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4664296489892268695</id><published>2010-06-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:53:39.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desesperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92NwwKeJ5RM/SmlvqXJRvyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/vRI3LjboW4Y/s320/desesperan%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92NwwKeJ5RM/SmlvqXJRvyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/vRI3LjboW4Y/s320/desesperan%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desesperança&lt;br /&gt;s. f.&lt;br /&gt;Falta ou perda de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desesperançar - Conjugar&lt;br /&gt;(desesperança + -ar)&lt;br /&gt;v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer perder a esperança a. = desanimar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4664296489892268695?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4664296489892268695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/desesperanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4664296489892268695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4664296489892268695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/desesperanca.html' title='Desesperança'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92NwwKeJ5RM/SmlvqXJRvyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/vRI3LjboW4Y/s72-c/desesperan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-517171428081941310</id><published>2010-06-24T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:55:18.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ivrjMPaf1qcv1kpo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1277535225&amp;amp;Signature=z330r3YE736ORCL41fCie08KDPA%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 301px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ivrjMPaf1qcv1kpo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1277535225&amp;amp;Signature=z330r3YE736ORCL41fCie08KDPA%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big problem here, is just that somethings can afect me, in a way that hurts. Really hurts, even knowing that I love you and you love me back, sometimes, those things, make me feel bad. I wish you were here. It's so much easier when you can hold me tight, when you say that you love me so close to me. That's good, it makes me feel happy. Really happy I mean. And I'm sorry, I'm not that strong, I know you are, but I'm not. I will be better, I promisse you. Just because I love you. I really wanna be by your side, so let's just live and love each other no matter what. Let's those motherfuckers die, I truly don't give a shit. I just don't care anymore about those pieces of crap. And I'm sorry if that made you suffer to. I never want it. I'll make you truly happy, you bet it I will. You will never feel bad because of me anymore, and never feel sad again. I said I'll be better, and that's truth. You're the one, I wanna keep you forever with me. Just because you make me someone better, someone happier. So, thank you for being who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, thanks for everything, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're the best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-517171428081941310?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/517171428081941310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/517171428081941310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/517171428081941310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry :('/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5068975899546180341</id><published>2010-06-21T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:59:41.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S2m84NE5mLY/SmTjQ5oAFJI/AAAAAAAACXY/CEM9XqOpFyg/s400/Fuck_you_2_by_titdemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S2m84NE5mLY/SmTjQ5oAFJI/AAAAAAAACXY/CEM9XqOpFyg/s400/Fuck_you_2_by_titdemon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aguento com gente que tem inveja de tudo, raivinha das coisas... Porra com meu dinheiro eu faço o que eu fucking quiser. Se eu quiser comprar uma porra de video-game foda, mesmo não sabendo nem jogar tetris, a porra do problema é meu, se você queria muito um e não tem grana. FODA-SE.&lt;br /&gt;MORRA. Eu tenho e se me der na porra da telha comprar eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente babaca, fala da merda dos outros e nem olha pro prório rabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: QUE PERNA FINA NOJENTA GAROTA SE MATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5068975899546180341?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5068975899546180341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5068975899546180341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5068975899546180341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao.html' title='Não'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S2m84NE5mLY/SmTjQ5oAFJI/AAAAAAAACXY/CEM9XqOpFyg/s72-c/Fuck_you_2_by_titdemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-6723414211594576966</id><published>2010-06-20T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:37:04.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéééééns !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB7eCJEZE7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2o2vgSw3i9g/s1600/Zv2nnbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB7eCJEZE7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2o2vgSw3i9g/s320/Zv2nnbc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485065524559287218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje é o seu dia, weeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aniversário antes de mais nada, porque isso só acontece uma vez por ano, então tem que ser muito especial :3 Em segundo lugar, quero dizer que sou muito grata por todos esses 16 anos de amizade, não é qualquer uma que consegue ficar ao lado de outra assim não ! Obviamente você é a minha melhor amiga e todos esses anos estão ai pra provar isso. Tudo que passamos foi muito especial pra mim, mesmo as partes ruins, afinal de contas todas elas foram válidas de alguma forma, eu sempre soube que você estaria lá ao meu lado quando eu precisasse. Quando doesse e ninguém conseguisse fazer ficar melhor. Da mesma forma que sei que você é alguém com quem eu posso contar do fundo do coração quero que tenha essa mesma certeza comigo que faça chuva ou faça sol eu estarei lá contigo ! Por isso que mais um ano passa e mais uma vez eu posso dizer que por mais que por mais que a gente mude, essa nossa amizade e carinho uma pela outra nunca vai mudar. Somente vai crescer na certeza de que seremos enternamente amigas.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns AMIGA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, beijos Hillary duff &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB7eLqR7OBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VMnlayadk5I/s1600/hilaryduff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB7eLqR7OBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VMnlayadk5I/s320/hilaryduff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485065688093243410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-6723414211594576966?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/6723414211594576966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/parabeeeeens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6723414211594576966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/6723414211594576966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/parabeeeeens.html' title='Parabéééééns !'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB7eCJEZE7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2o2vgSw3i9g/s72-c/Zv2nnbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1786629382267076555</id><published>2010-06-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:13:24.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB52ISez23I/AAAAAAAAAcI/K7uX_7Mri9A/s1600/tumblr_ktb1wnDnHa1qzrkrxo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB52ISez23I/AAAAAAAAAcI/K7uX_7Mri9A/s320/tumblr_ktb1wnDnHa1qzrkrxo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484951280955939698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB52BQDcHNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/m5RB0n3YtpE/s1600/Lovers_by_christellepecout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;vodka &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;☂&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Disse que eu to feliz porque disse que eu era linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'-'   [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;ah sim!&lt;br /&gt;mas eh ueh o que eu oposso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;eu hein&lt;br /&gt;caramba&lt;br /&gt;sua sua&lt;br /&gt;linda&lt;br /&gt;*o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;vodka &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;☂&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AAAAAAAWN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*O*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want you more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="G1hh09x9JS"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1786629382267076555?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1786629382267076555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-you-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1786629382267076555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1786629382267076555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-you-more.html' title='I love you more'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB52ISez23I/AAAAAAAAAcI/K7uX_7Mri9A/s72-c/tumblr_ktb1wnDnHa1qzrkrxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-474387778636329096</id><published>2010-06-20T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:12:54.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB50Ras0urI/AAAAAAAAAb4/l8vnLoMgXSE/s1600/tumblr_kpz9zgggBd1qa2s1zo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB50Ras0urI/AAAAAAAAAb4/l8vnLoMgXSE/s320/tumblr_kpz9zgggBd1qa2s1zo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484949238757767858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;vodka &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;☂&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'-'   [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seria linda, se fosse vc&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;vodka &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;☂&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Awn puxa *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'-'   [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e eu obvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;vodka &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;☂&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahahaha sim ! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Te amo, tá bem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'-'   [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ta bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tbm te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;vodka &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;☂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;span class="G1hh09x9JS"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-474387778636329096?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/474387778636329096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/ta-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/474387778636329096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/474387778636329096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/ta-bem.html' title='Ta bem'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TB50Ras0urI/AAAAAAAAAb4/l8vnLoMgXSE/s72-c/tumblr_kpz9zgggBd1qa2s1zo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5190051174995282881</id><published>2010-06-19T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:05:42.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/170/a/2/Red_gate_by_pkritiotis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 277px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/170/a/2/Red_gate_by_pkritiotis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush now, don´t explain&lt;br /&gt;You are my joy and you are my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, is yours love.&lt;br /&gt;Don´t explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5190051174995282881?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5190051174995282881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/wherever-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5190051174995282881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5190051174995282881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/wherever-you-are.html' title='Wherever you are'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5124437539848592118</id><published>2010-06-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:02:46.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achei</title><content type='html'>meu lugar  no mundo, de um jeito que eu poderia ficar pra sempre, acomodada, e feliz. Onde nada e ninguém jamais poderia me ferir, ou decepcionar. Onde tudo, tudo mesmo é bem melhor. Onde meu coração bate mais forte, onde meus sorrisos são mais sinceros, onde tudo que eu sinto é êxtase. Esse é o melhor lugar do mundo. O melhor... E eu nem preciso experimentar todos os outros lugares, porque eu sei que nenhum deles jamais vai me satisfazer tanto quanto este que descobri. Pode ter demorado, e eu até aceitaria se demorasse mais ainda, porque ele vale a pena... Não o troco por nada, e não quero perdê-lo por nada. Jamais vou querer estar em outro parecido, nenhum me servirá ou acolherá como esse. Apenas com o toque da memória, já sinto falta da sensação, e caio em desconsolo por não poder estar neste lugar específico agora... Não me deixo abalar por isso, sei que quando estiver lá, todo o resto será efêmero e insignicante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBxbTybFOpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nJYHKRzUbNQ/s1600/IMG0054A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBxbTybFOpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nJYHKRzUbNQ/s320/IMG0054A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484358841741425298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee *-*&lt;br /&gt;JPOEWHVPOEWHVPO &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5124437539848592118?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5124437539848592118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/achei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5124437539848592118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5124437539848592118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/achei.html' title='Achei'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBxbTybFOpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nJYHKRzUbNQ/s72-c/IMG0054A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5167216676382044373</id><published>2010-06-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:23:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No céu vespertino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://curlygirl2.no.sapo.pt/falcaoperegrino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 307px;" src="http://curlygirl2.no.sapo.pt/falcaoperegrino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino a solida infelicidade que cerca o falcão ao voar no céu vespertino, na solidão de suas asas, no peso de suas penas, na força continua do vento em seu focinho. Na descompania da imensidão azul. Desconheço a tristeza do pequeno espinho sempre rejeitado, sempre desolado, em meio a beleza de uma roseira. Em meio a sua venustidade. Imagino a desdita da borboleta que vive quase toda a sua vida para um curto momento de êxtase. Existe algo comparável a isto ? A desilusão de não ser admirada o suficiente ? Existe alguém disposto a contempla-la ? Desconheço a melancolia da ampulária que é tão solitária, tão abandonada pela incompreenção e falta de admiração. Por seu descontetamento. Existe algo como isso ? Alguém disposto a aprecia-la ? Existe tristeza essa tão pura e jacente ? Da qual nenhuma alegria tente dissipa-la ? Existe algo como isto ? Como esta tristeza ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5167216676382044373?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5167216676382044373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/imagino-solida-infelicidade-que-cerca-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5167216676382044373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5167216676382044373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/imagino-solida-infelicidade-que-cerca-o.html' title='No céu vespertino'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-4296897612427408881</id><published>2010-06-18T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:04:21.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o9WUYf2WOA/RmkzJGU0c0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nE1YpUqhzkE/s400/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o9WUYf2WOA/RmkzJGU0c0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nE1YpUqhzkE/s400/tempo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato de o mundo sempre girar, sempre gerar novas decepções e nunca esperar para que eu me recomponha, nunca parar um minuto que seja, para que eu possa colocar minha cabeça no lugar. O mundo, ou melhor, o tempo nunca me esperou, nunca teve piedade. Não se apaixonou por mim, não parou por mim. Seguiu em frente e eu nunca soube acompanhar, suas mudanças eram muito drásticas e eu nunca conseguia passar por cima das coisas difíceis de se lidar. Sempre acumulei o ruim em um lugar, e de tempos em tempos, esse lugar enche. Não há mais espaço e o tempo continua a me proporcionar outras dificuldades. Não há uma oportunidade sequer em que eu possa parar de separar tudo, e apenas seguir em frente... Por mais que a vontade seja grande. Quando isso acontece, as partes ruins contaminam as boas, e eu estrago tudo que me salvaria. Estrago tudo o que me restaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ia né ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-4296897612427408881?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/4296897612427408881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/odeio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4296897612427408881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/4296897612427408881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/odeio.html' title='Odeio'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7o9WUYf2WOA/RmkzJGU0c0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nE1YpUqhzkE/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-945637396447915754</id><published>2010-06-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:25:00.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://standbyyou.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/love_hurts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 192px;" src="http://standbyyou.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/love_hurts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Love shouldn´t hurt us that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna be with you so much...&lt;br /&gt;That all the rest is just a suffering ephemeral.&lt;br /&gt;I don´t care, about the scars or the tears.&lt;br /&gt;You love me so good, that all the rest is insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will live forever, even if it is injured, or hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It´s truth. I love you more than ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is hard, but it´s real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It´s forever. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-945637396447915754?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/945637396447915754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/lurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/945637396447915754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/945637396447915754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/lurts.html' title='Lurts'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-606951164693955683</id><published>2010-06-18T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:00:54.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/love-hurts-lina-scarfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 281px;" src="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/love-hurts-lina-scarfi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;One day I want you, but on the next day, you disappoints me.&lt;br /&gt;So I suffer and think " Is that what I want?"&lt;br /&gt;That´s not right... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love shouldn´t hurt us that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m so damaged... I never accept happines.&lt;br /&gt;That´s the problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;I´m always trying to put myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s sad...&lt;br /&gt;But that ´s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So please believe me when I say, that´s not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you, no matter how much it hurts me.&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/974986130446910597-606951164693955683?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/606951164693955683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-shouldnt-hurt-us-that-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/606951164693955683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/606951164693955683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-shouldnt-hurt-us-that-much.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-3532014407348111755</id><published>2010-06-18T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:44:51.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/EPH/8125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 359px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/EPH/8125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m so tired of put things in a balance, I don´t wanna measure things. The good stuff are supposed to surpass the bad things, always... Sometimes, I don´t even know if I really forgave you, or if I just try to forget it because I love you far more than those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m so tired of remember the good things that you did to me in the past because you´re not doing it anymore. So I keep this memories in my head. When I´m sad they confort me. But just for a wile until I see how stupid I am. Love takes hostages and gives them pain. That´s why it have to be big and strong enough to take us away from the past. The dark past I mean. But It doesn´t do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not the kind of girl that is sweetie and lovely, I´m not like that. I see the truth beyond the ephemeral glow, beyond the happiness and blind love. I always want the truth. No matter how in love you are, or how love can be insecure. Truth will always be the basis. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay with you, loving you, just like I did in the past, blindly. You maybe was never perfect as I always said, but in the begining my love was so fucking blind that all I could see was you heart. Your "damaged" heart as you always said. I didn´t knew what you had done to other girls and how TRULY DAMAGED you left those hearts. And to be honest I don´t give a shit to them, but the past always says a lot about us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m such a stuped girl. I don´t even understand you love, or if you really love me. I don´t know. You´re a lier, and all the time I try to erase this solid truth. But I can´t... Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was warned about you. But like I am doing now, I just tried forget that. But the TRUTH is, that I can´t do it anymore. I don´t know who you are, and I have no time to discover that. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-3532014407348111755?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/3532014407348111755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3532014407348111755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/3532014407348111755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-2409647754855510575</id><published>2010-06-18T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:01:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplayed pianos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stillussom.com.br/loja/images/pianos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 396px;" src="http://www.stillussom.com.br/loja/images/pianos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did I lied THAT much ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que merda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-2409647754855510575?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/2409647754855510575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/unplayed-pianos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2409647754855510575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2409647754855510575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/unplayed-pianos.html' title='Unplayed pianos'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-1127050674462398888</id><published>2010-06-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:51:30.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contenções</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBcGpbQuoQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/H7lv01pvoMM/s1600/4110198261_fded00d334_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBcGpbQuoQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/H7lv01pvoMM/s320/4110198261_fded00d334_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482858380109193474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você iluminou a minha vida de tal modo que preciso de você para caminhar na escuridão, na solidão de meus desconsolos. Com todo pouco que você me dá, faço-me muito feliz de uma maneira que ninguém mais pode mudar. Evitei por muito tempo precisar do seu amor, da sua afeição. Evitei ao ponto de não poder mais evitar. Segurei forte parte de meus impulsos que me levariam direto a você. E tão sem querer você foi tirando minhas travas, minhas contenções, aos poucos chegou fundo no âmago que ha muito não era tocado. Meu coração soube se apaixonar de novo pela mesma pessoa, pelo mesmo coração. Pelo ledo engano. Agora te preciso para me mover desta para qualquer sensação profunda, de sentido real. Quero que me precise a ponto de sentir que estamos mais do que juntos, mais do que amor. Mais do que isto. Não quero conseguir sem você. E vou permitir que isso se prolongue, se torne vital. Porque você é completamente aceitável no limite da perfeição, por mais defeitos que tenhas, admiro todos como um só. E te preciso, como o um só que és. Te amo da maneira que tenho-te; por completo. Te desejo até o fim de algo que acredito ser infinito. Te amo, é verdade mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-1127050674462398888?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/1127050674462398888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/contencoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1127050674462398888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/1127050674462398888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/contencoes.html' title='Contenções'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBcGpbQuoQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/H7lv01pvoMM/s72-c/4110198261_fded00d334_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-2795298394546851850</id><published>2010-06-14T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:19:53.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBb98uKHGfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/I6K0JZX7wew/s1600/20090114151212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBb98uKHGfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/I6K0JZX7wew/s320/20090114151212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482848815994575346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again baby. So hard this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagino a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Do falcão solitário sobre as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Em meio ao vento silencioso&lt;br /&gt;Sem poder descansar&lt;br /&gt;Suas asas que agarram o céu&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com&lt;br /&gt;meu sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Como esse falcão&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com&lt;br /&gt;meu sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Essa tristeza de voar pelo céu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconsolos a parte, você me fez feliz como nunca fez, como nunca fui. Cabe a mim estender essa felicidade pelos dias em que você não poderá estar comigo. Afastou tão facilmente as dúvidas. Me apaixonei por você novamente. Estava desapaixonada. Mas consegui te amar novamente, mais forte e com paixão. Sem querer, porque seria mais fácil estar nos meus desconsolos vespertinos&lt;span class="tituloDefinicao"&gt;. A eterna depressão. Me tirou de lá não foi ? Agora esteja comigo, porque redescobri o lugar do qual desejo estar. Pra sempre ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que não seja uma comodidade pra você, espero que no fundo, você não consiga mais viver sem mim.&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/974986130446910597-2795298394546851850?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/2795298394546851850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-got-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2795298394546851850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/2795298394546851850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-got-me.html' title='You got me'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBb98uKHGfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/I6K0JZX7wew/s72-c/20090114151212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5770160197126436781</id><published>2010-06-14T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:13:14.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBb90JateEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TOIl-Suhaho/s1600/1269480134881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBb90JateEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TOIl-Suhaho/s320/1269480134881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482848668693133378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa parte do tato que eu tinha pra escrever....&lt;br /&gt;Perdi esse costume, e me sinto mal.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quanto mais o tempo passa, mais coisas se acumulam e sem escrever chega uma hora que machuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Né ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5770160197126436781?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5770160197126436781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/perdi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5770160197126436781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5770160197126436781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/06/perdi.html' title='Perdi'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TBb90JateEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TOIl-Suhaho/s72-c/1269480134881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-5959186832895416895</id><published>2010-05-24T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:42:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gedo senki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.list.co.uk/images/2007/08/02/TalesFromEarthsea-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 174px;" src="http://files.list.co.uk/images/2007/08/02/TalesFromEarthsea-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Do falcão solitário sobre as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;No crepúsculo vespertino&lt;br /&gt;Em meio ao vento silencioso&lt;br /&gt;Sem poder descansar&lt;br /&gt;Suas asas que agarram o céu&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com&lt;br /&gt;meu sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Como esse falcão&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com&lt;br /&gt;meu sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Essa tristeza de voar pelo céu&lt;br /&gt;Imagino o desconsolo&lt;br /&gt;Da flor pequena e discreta&lt;br /&gt;Na sombra da rocha, debaixo da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Em meio à chuva desbotada&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma mão para apreciar&lt;br /&gt;Suas pétalas rosadas&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com meu&lt;br /&gt;sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Como essa flor&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com&lt;br /&gt;meu sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Esse desconsolo debaixo de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Imagino a sua solidão&lt;br /&gt;Ao andar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Num caminho deserto no campo&lt;br /&gt;Em meio aos sussurros&lt;br /&gt;de insetos no prado&lt;br /&gt;Sem falar nada por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com meu&lt;br /&gt;sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Que anda sozinho pelo campo&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo comparável com&lt;br /&gt;meu sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;A solidão de não ter ninguém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-5959186832895416895?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/5959186832895416895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/05/gedo-senki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5959186832895416895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/5959186832895416895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/05/gedo-senki.html' title='Gedo senki'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974986130446910597.post-7500733576564829957</id><published>2010-05-23T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:08:21.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://livrarianobelperdizes.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/decep_ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://livrarianobelperdizes.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/decep_ao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974986130446910597-7500733576564829957?l=letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/feeds/7500733576564829957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/05/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7500733576564829957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974986130446910597/posts/default/7500733576564829957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsreadlivodka.blogspot.com/2010/05/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947852713275013043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVqO3WXJpZQ/TGcOaDsuljI/AAAAAAAAAd0/N_LJpvbQUFg/S220/100_2834.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
