<?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-4455075721794170531</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:18:21.834-03:00</updated><category term='loucura'/><category term='confusão'/><category term='tpm'/><category term='Post'/><category term='semana'/><category term='2009'/><category term='carnaval'/><category term='passado'/><category term='nada'/><category term='calma'/><category term='pai'/><category term='créu'/><category term='1997'/><category term='final de semana'/><category term='desafios'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='mundo'/><category term='você'/><category term='domingo'/><category term='risos'/><category term='propósito'/><category term='acaso'/><category term='relacionamentos'/><category term='menina'/><category term='minutos'/><category term='cumbuca'/><category term='eu'/><category term='monotono'/><category term='vida'/><category term='explicação'/><category term='novo'/><category term='almejar'/><category term='conselhos'/><category term='jogo'/><category term='mãe'/><category term='história'/><category term='perturbar'/><category term='noite'/><category term='mulheres'/><category term='perfeito'/><category term='2008'/><category term='saudades'/><category term='familia'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='namoro'/><category term='rumo'/><category term='mudanças'/><category term='divertido'/><category term='opção'/><category term='nova'/><category term='ano novo'/><category term='jogar'/><category term='mente'/><category term='retrospectiva'/><category term='caos'/><category term='irmão'/><category term='amor'/><category term='casamento'/><category term='poder'/><category term='mudar'/><category term='diferentes'/><category term='esperar'/><category term='desistir'/><category term='Arnaldo Jabor'/><category term='estoicismo'/><category term='perdida'/><category term='rotina'/><category term='arriscar'/><category term='perda'/><category term='feriado'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='Primeiro'/><category term='medo'/><category term='vinho'/><category term='chance'/><category term='ele'/><category term='são paulo'/><category term='prazer'/><category term='trabalho'/><category term='apaixonada'/><category term='diferente'/><category term='vontade'/><category term='feliz'/><title type='text'>[.me dá uns minutos?.]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5645630304905206716</id><published>2010-10-19T14:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:59:09.831-02:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You think I'm pretty without any makeup on,&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before you met me I was alright but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;now every february you'll be my valentine, valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's go all the way tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No regrets, just love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We can dance until we die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you and I, we'll be young forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't sleep Let's run away and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever, look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My heart stops when you look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just one touch now baby I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is real so take a chance and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We drove to Cali, and got drunk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finally found you my missing puzzle piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98WtmW-lfeE&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Teenage Dreams - Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5645630304905206716?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5645630304905206716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5645630304905206716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5645630304905206716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5645630304905206716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/10/teenage-dreams.html' title='teenage dreams'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-2787617953124806685</id><published>2010-10-15T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:06:29.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tipo assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;eu não sabia que quando eu fosse encontrar o homem da minha vida, tudo mudaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;tudo mudaria para melhor, pq vcs não me contaram isso antes, hein?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;#amotudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-2787617953124806685?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/2787617953124806685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=2787617953124806685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2787617953124806685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2787617953124806685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/10/tipo-assim.html' title='tipo assim...'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-6211859437332236907</id><published>2010-07-02T00:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:25:39.307-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>...ele e só ele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/TC1XqlU8IcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DyeKcCxYO8I/s1600/12-06-2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/TC1XqlU8IcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DyeKcCxYO8I/s200/12-06-2010+002.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Você.. você que a cada dia que se passa, me faz mais e mais feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu nunca imaginei que as coisas fossem acontecer assim, desta forma, entre muita confusão... e, embora a frase seja clichê, você foi a melhor coisa que me aconteceu. =o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O melhor abraço, o melhor beijo, o melhor carinho, a mordida mais gostosa, o cheiro mais incrível e um amor inarrável, respeito mútuo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;É você.... é com você que eu quero passar muitos e muitos anos desta minha vidinha, e, embora todos que vão ler este post irão me achar louca, você sabe do que eu estou falando, você sabe o quanto gosto de você e o quão isso é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade, eu ligo para mais nada, para mais ninguém... deixe que falem.. eu só quero saber do que me faz bem, do que nos faz bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu já estou com saudades, e tô aqui, me esforçando para "lembrar" do seu cheirinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu amo muito você, demais da conta, muito muito!! tenho q agradecer alguém lá em cima, por ter me mostrado você, que esteve sempre ali, sempre ali, ao meu lado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"nobody knows how much i love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-6211859437332236907?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/6211859437332236907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=6211859437332236907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6211859437332236907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6211859437332236907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/07/ele-e-so-ele.html' title='...ele e só ele...'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/TC1XqlU8IcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DyeKcCxYO8I/s72-c/12-06-2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-4597618754419175160</id><published>2010-06-07T15:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:04:31.218-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apaixonada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>.so beautiful to me.. ♫♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;to me you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;to me, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;you're everything I've hoped for&lt;br /&gt;you're everything I need&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;you're everything I've hoped for&lt;br /&gt;you're everything I need&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlDmslyGmGI"&gt;Joe Cocker - You are so beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ps:. a cada dia que se passa, eu me encanto mais e mais. É, o amor é mesmo brega.&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/4455075721794170531-4597618754419175160?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/4597618754419175160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=4597618754419175160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/4597618754419175160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/4597618754419175160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-beautiful-to-me.html' title='.so beautiful to me.. ♫♪'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7279491057063798438</id><published>2010-05-27T17:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:15:52.486-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;uma musiquinha: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFLysouG86I"&gt;Time - Hootie And The Blowfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;tá, eu sei que a letra não tem nada a ver com o que a gente vive, mas o som me lembra tanto você, a gente sempre se divertindo e rindo muuuuito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; eu "sentimentosemnome" você, meu doce. =o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7279491057063798438?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7279491057063798438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7279491057063798438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7279491057063798438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7279491057063798438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7304630191926152410</id><published>2010-05-24T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:48:18.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♪♫..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;é.. só eu sei, quanto amor eu guardei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sem saber, que era só, pra você...♫♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7304630191926152410?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7304630191926152410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7304630191926152410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7304630191926152410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7304630191926152410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='♪♫..'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7067423083208393423</id><published>2010-05-21T17:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:03:44.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>your song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those, who can easily hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money, but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again no,&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody, this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It maybe quite simple but now that it's done,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;That I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses, well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody, this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It maybe quite simple but now that it's done,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;That I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world.&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/4455075721794170531-7067423083208393423?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7067423083208393423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7067423083208393423&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7067423083208393423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7067423083208393423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-song.html' title='your song'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-3917049874876027399</id><published>2010-05-07T11:33:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:15:42.473-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabe quando você se sente tão feliz, tão feliz, que não acha palavras para descrever tudo o que sente? eu estou assim, muuuito feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, sim... algu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RixfVcGqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/reruhA7HBA0/s1600/priemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RixfVcGqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/reruhA7HBA0/s200/priemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468604449899158178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ém me faz feliz, todos os dias, acreditem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é... é você..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..que está sempre ali, me observando, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e preocupando comigo..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei pq demorei ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nto tempo pra perceber o quão incrível você é!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando acordo triste ou de mal humor, basta olhar pra sua "carinha" que tuuuudo melho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ra! incrível como é capaz de me fazer feliz com "tão pouco", com coisas simples.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O seu cheirinho gostoso, o abraço apeeeertado que me tira o ar (saudade só de lembrar), me sinto tão bem, me sinto tão mulher, me sinto protegida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As nossas brincadeiras, o nosso silêncio, as noites incríveis e inesquecíveis.. tudo sempre muito perfeito, tudo sempre do nosso jeitinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acredito realmente que nada acontece por acaso, e que Deus escreve certo por linhas retas!! Você apareceu para me mostrar que a vida pode ser melhor, bem melhor!!! Cada momentinho que passamos juntos é sempre maravilhoso, e cada diazinho que ficamos sem nos ver parece um século.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ai ai..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;obrigada por estar ao meu lado, por me despertar sentimentos que já estavam enterrados (ou que talvez nunca existiram).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;já te disse que eu "sentimentosemnome" você hoje?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pois bem.. eu "sentimentosemnome" você!! tanto tanto.. minha tranqueirinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e lembre-se tudo vai dar certo! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-3917049874876027399?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/3917049874876027399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=3917049874876027399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3917049874876027399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3917049874876027399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/05/someone-like-you.html' title='someone like you'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RixfVcGqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/reruhA7HBA0/s72-c/priemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5594723213765740873</id><published>2010-04-21T18:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:38:53.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well I know that I'll get through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I know that I am strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I don't need you anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5594723213765740873?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5594723213765740873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5594723213765740873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5594723213765740873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5594723213765740873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-i-know-that-ill-get-through-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-8480196623830028617</id><published>2010-04-05T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:23:14.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='história'/><title type='text'>.o anjo mais velho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O dia mente a cor da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E o diamante a cor dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Enquanto houver você do outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A cena repete a cena se inverte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; enchendo a minha alma daquilo que outrora eu deixei de acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tua palavra, tua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tua verdade fazendo escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; e tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; metade de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; agora é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; de um lado a poesia o verbo a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; e o fim é belo incerto... depende de como você vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; o novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você e só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vou me lembrar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só enquanto eu respirar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Enquanto houver você do outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A cena repete a cena se inverte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; enchendo a minha alma d'aquilo que outrora eu deixei de acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tua palavra, tua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tua verdade fazendo escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; e tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; metade de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; agora é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; de um lado a poesia o verbo a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; e o fim é belo incerto... depende de como você vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; o novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você e só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vou me lembrar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só enquanto eu respirar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-8480196623830028617?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/8480196623830028617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=8480196623830028617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8480196623830028617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8480196623830028617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-anjo-mais-velho.html' title='.o anjo mais velho.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-1115022235490910405</id><published>2010-04-01T11:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:22:57.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.love in the afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tão estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Os bons morrem jovens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Assim parece ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Quando me lembro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Que acabou indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cedo demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Quando eu lhe dizia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "- Me apaixono todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E é sempre a pessoa errada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Você sorriu e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "- Eu gosto de você também."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só que você foi embora cedo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Eu continuo aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Com meu trabalho e meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E me lembro de você em dias assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Um dia de chuva, um dia de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E o que sinto não sei dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vai com os anjos! vai em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Era assim todo dia de tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A descoberta da amizade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Até a próxima vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; É tão estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Os bons morrem antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Me lembro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E de tanta gente que se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cedo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E cedo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Eu aprendi a ter tudo o que sempre quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só não aprendi a perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E eu, que tive um começo feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do resto não sei dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lembro das tardes que passamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Não é sempre mais eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Que você está bem agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só que este ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; O verão acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cedo demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-1115022235490910405?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/1115022235490910405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=1115022235490910405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1115022235490910405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1115022235490910405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-in-afternoon.html' title='.love in the afternoon.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-6974489718315431578</id><published>2010-03-14T14:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:11:44.601-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relacionamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arnaldo Jabor'/><title type='text'>Relacionamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance, tem começo, meio e fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como tudo na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ah, terminei o namoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Nossa, estavam juntos há tanto tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Cinco anos.... que pena... acabou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- é... não deu certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou. E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em pessoas que se somam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S50jv5P5VkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gSz2_UP_Qgs/s1600-h/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não temos essa coisa completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes ela é fiel, mas é devagar na cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes ela é muito bonita, mas não é sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo junto, não vamos encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto mais importante para você e invista nele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro. Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante... e se o beijo bate... se joga... se não bate... mais um Martini, por favor... e vá dar uma volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra. O outro tem o direito de não te querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não brigue, não ligue, não dê pití. Se a pessoa tá com dúvidas, problema dela, cabe a você esperar... ou não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.O ser humano não é absoluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta. Nada de drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob pressão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você, só por você. E vice-versa. Não fique com alguém por pena. Ou por medo da solidão. Nascemos sós. Morremos sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostar dói. Muitas vezes você vai sentir raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração... Faz parte. Você convive com outro ser, um outro mundo, um outro universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E nem sempre as coisas são como você gostaria que fosse... A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal você não é terapeuta. Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias. Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para romancear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... ou se apaixonar... ou se culpar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/strong&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/4455075721794170531-6974489718315431578?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/6974489718315431578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=6974489718315431578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6974489718315431578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6974489718315431578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/03/relacionamentos.html' title='Relacionamentos'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-3060810059968805821</id><published>2010-03-11T14:54:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:30:42.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mente'/><title type='text'>.aaaahhhh!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É.. é realmente estranho quando percebemos que algo diferente está acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;É uma mistura de todos os sentimentos possíveis, é prazer e tortura..&lt;br /&gt;Uma confusão sem fim, sem ponto final, sem vírgula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida em meus próprios pensamentos, perdida nesta mente virginiana.&lt;br /&gt;Por que as coisas simplesmente acontecem? Ai que difícil!!! Difícil lidar com novas sensações, novos sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É querer e não poder, simplesmente não poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh eu quero um abraço, quero colo, quero paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá pra nós, que post mais louco este, não? chega..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;"...On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt; Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt; On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt; Et que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt; Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;quelqu'un m'a dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; - Carla Bruni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;#NowPlaying ♪♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4455075721794170531-3060810059968805821?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/3060810059968805821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=3060810059968805821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3060810059968805821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3060810059968805821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/03/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='.aaaahhhh!.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-3167756892225114353</id><published>2010-03-07T19:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:20:32.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stranded in this spooky town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stop like this where and then the phone lines are down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Snow is crackling cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she took my heart, I think she took my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with the moon I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;far from the carnage of the fiery sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dripping by the strangled vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;showing no mercy I do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open up your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you keep on crying, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll bleed you dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;skies are blinking me I see a storm bubbling up from the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's coming closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's coming closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You, who shimmy shook my bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;leaving me stranded all in love on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what do you think of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where am I now? baby where do I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel so good on our own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2000 years of chasing taking its toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it's coming closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-3167756892225114353?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/3167756892225114353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=3167756892225114353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3167756892225114353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3167756892225114353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_07.html' title='***'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-976161102939695131</id><published>2010-02-16T22:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:38:46.010-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfeito'/><title type='text'>for all the joy you brought to my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simplesmente não dá para ficar sozinha e não pensar em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seu sorriso, seu abraço... tudo era mto perfeito, tão perfeito que só em pensar em tudo isso, consigo sentir seu cheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto sua falta, todos os dias.. não dá para viver sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei se isso um dia vai passar, eu espero realmente que não, afinal esta é uma maneira de te manter ao meu lado, sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(não consigo terminar de escrever...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..You gave me wings and made me fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I don't know that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I know this much is true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4455075721794170531-976161102939695131?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/976161102939695131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=976161102939695131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/976161102939695131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/976161102939695131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplesmente-nao-da-para-ficar-sozinha_16.html' title='for all the joy you brought to my life..'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-987511034355169093</id><published>2010-02-15T18:38:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:31:51.084-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arriscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mente'/><title type='text'>huh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S3my9db5ZgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IK8g5e6Oqqs/s1600-h/priscila+jan+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;findi&lt;/span&gt; na praia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;muuuito&lt;/span&gt; sol, música, cerveja e família, cá estou, com meu super pós-sol, totalmente intocável. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;holy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra variar, estou sozinha em casa, uma maravilha (é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irônico&lt;/span&gt;), isso faz com que minha mente surte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pensamentos...pensamentos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt; e, por fim, raciocínio lógico. Sim, tudo tem lógica, cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ação&lt;/span&gt; tem uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reação&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, sei disso e acredito que todos saibam também), mas algumas vezes é difícil conciliar, é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dificil&lt;/span&gt; raciocinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O pior é quando você não sabe qual será a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;reação&lt;/span&gt; de uma determinada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ação&lt;/span&gt;. Arriscar ou não arriscar? Jogar ou não jogar?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aaaah&lt;/span&gt; que complicado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quer saber? Vou continuar brincando com minha mente, ela consegue me enganar, eu já não consigo engana-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas tudo bem, we are just playing... playing and playing again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't Tell Me - Madonna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;#NowPlaying ♫♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4455075721794170531-987511034355169093?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/987511034355169093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=987511034355169093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/987511034355169093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/987511034355169093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/02/apos-um-findi-na-praia-muuuito-sol.html' title='huh?!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-309602569606712685</id><published>2010-02-13T15:27:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:21:24.402-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><title type='text'>it's times like these..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesta noite, na cia da minha nova companheira, a insônia, fiquei pensando em como mudei e como as coisas mudaram de uns anos pra cá, e sinto-me feliz com o resultado atual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje sei o que fazer, o que não fazer, como lidar com situações inusitadas, só preciso aprender a manter controle... sim, confesso que isso não domino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sábado de sol, carnaval... e, estou aqui, pensando na vida, como as coisas simplesmente "acontecem". Fico realmente besta quando algo diferente acontece, e o pior, o diferente que não é diferente, se tornou diferente... aafff que bagunça, deu para entender? não? também não entendi, ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, tudo está muito bem, obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou deixar tudo fluir normalmente, afinal, há coisas que não têm explicação, né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Faixa 3 - Artista Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt; #NowPlaying ♫♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4455075721794170531-309602569606712685?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/309602569606712685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=309602569606712685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/309602569606712685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/309602569606712685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-i-stay-or-run-away.html' title='it&apos;s times like these..'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7548957073468934939</id><published>2009-09-18T18:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:52:43.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back..</title><content type='html'>desenterrando o blog e pontofinal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7548957073468934939?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7548957073468934939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7548957073468934939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7548957073468934939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7548957073468934939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back..'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-8574096965836472726</id><published>2008-12-12T11:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:56:55.275-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrospectiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>faz assim, muuuito tempo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vida agitada, trabalho, faculdade, família, amigos, cachorro etc... preciso de um tempo, preciso respirar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto como se as coisas estivessem mudando, aos poucos, mas mudando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um novo ano está por vir, 2009 está chegando, tô me preparando, sei que muitas coisas estão para acontecer, boas e ruins, sei cada risco que eu corro e isso me excita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem, quando cheguei em casa, fiz uma rápida retrospectiva do q vivenciei este ano, cheguei a conclusão que 2008 está sendo um ano inesquecível, muitos momentos eu gostaria de apagar, esquecer, mas alguns, repetiria mil vezes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aliás, vamos nos ver?! =oP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sleeept!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-8574096965836472726?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/8574096965836472726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=8574096965836472726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8574096965836472726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8574096965836472726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/12/faz-assim-muuuito-tempo.html' title='faz assim, muuuito tempo!!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-8842933532548271384</id><published>2008-08-08T17:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:29:24.513-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poder'/><title type='text'>dancing..</title><content type='html'>é preciso mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mexer meus pauzinhos, olhar pro lado, algo melhor está por vir!!&lt;br /&gt;tenho pensado muuuito, tenho perdido o sono, mergulhando em pensamentos doidos e malucos, que me deixam assim, sem rumo.&lt;br /&gt;é difícil não pensar, não focar algo que eu realmente desejo.&lt;br /&gt;me sinto diferente, me sinto como sempre me disseram que eu me sentiria, isso é bom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vou mergulhar de cabeça, mas eu sei que vai dar certo, acredito no meu poder e em algumas coisinhas que só eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma lambida, "sleeept!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-8842933532548271384?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/8842933532548271384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=8842933532548271384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8842933532548271384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8842933532548271384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/08/dancing.html' title='dancing..'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5702071560222183394</id><published>2008-07-27T15:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:03:20.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SIzF5ayyZvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1mQdaKL6e0s/s1600-h/pri+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770857705858802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SIzF5ayyZvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1mQdaKL6e0s/s200/pri+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Sinto que você é ligado a mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre que estou indo, volto atrás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperando um sim ou nunca mais."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pôr do Sol, postal, mais ninguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5702071560222183394?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5702071560222183394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5702071560222183394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5702071560222183394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5702071560222183394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/07/sinto-que-voc-ligado-mim-sempre-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SIzF5ayyZvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1mQdaKL6e0s/s72-c/pri+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5387300016712263772</id><published>2008-07-25T10:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:50:37.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lá lá lááááá..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SInY2knieaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mzVEkBEOv0w/s1600-h/bb+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226947274594220450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SInY2knieaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mzVEkBEOv0w/s200/bb+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; certas coisas simplesmente acontecem, são boas, gostosas e passageiras. o que me deixa feliz com tudo isso é a fantástica sensação. incrível como as coisas se encaixam, como a loucura toma conta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eh bom isso, é bom sentir algo extremamente diferente, gostoso é repetir... preciso de mais dias assim, dias cansativos e sensacionais.&lt;br /&gt;algumas coisas a gente não escolhe, outras sem dúvidas são escolhidas detalhadamente, o momento, a hora, o gosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;meus dias tem sido cansativos, chatos, estressantes, começo o dia querendo que ele acabe logo! é é ruim, mas depois de tudo, compensa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tenho me controlado, faz parte, mereço parabéns e um final de semana maravilhoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5387300016712263772?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5387300016712263772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5387300016712263772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5387300016712263772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5387300016712263772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-l-l.html' title='lá lá lááááá..'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SInY2knieaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mzVEkBEOv0w/s72-c/bb+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-1576532031364606146</id><published>2008-07-19T11:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:09:41.654-02:00</updated><title type='text'>just friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SIH50AscdQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cJGgewxsmZg/s1600-h/0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e tititi e blá blá blá..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero fugir de tudo isso, quero me aposentar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um sábado lindo, céu de brigadeiro, friozinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;você me faz lembrar alguns momentos bons que eu vivi, algumas loucuras que cometi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sabe o que eu quero? quero tudo aquilo e mais um pouco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my head high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-1576532031364606146?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/1576532031364606146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=1576532031364606146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1576532031364606146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1576532031364606146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-friends.html' title='just friends'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-1017988947907491947</id><published>2008-07-15T09:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:47:55.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SHybxSNZy9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SoikbGdWmcU/s1600-h/Imagem+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223220938846882770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SHybxSNZy9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SoikbGdWmcU/s200/Imagem+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I need somewhere to hang my head&lt;br /&gt;Without your noose&lt;br /&gt;You gave me something that I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;But had no use&lt;br /&gt;I was too weak to give in&lt;br /&gt;Too strong to lose&lt;br /&gt;My heart is under arrest again&lt;br /&gt;But I break loose&lt;br /&gt;My head is giving me life or death&lt;br /&gt;But I can't choose&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never give in&lt;br /&gt;I refuse...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SHybldrt-UI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VEMOJSHIyqM/s1600-h/Imagem+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-1017988947907491947?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/1017988947907491947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=1017988947907491947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1017988947907491947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1017988947907491947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-somewhere-to-hang-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SHybxSNZy9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SoikbGdWmcU/s72-c/Imagem+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5249588797168380755</id><published>2008-06-20T10:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:42:46.024-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minutos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinho'/><title type='text'>tanta vontade que dá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto das coisas assim, do jeito que elas estão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas vontades, muitos vícios....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afinal tudo que é bom vicia, não?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minha mente muitas vezes brinca comigo, eu sei que isso é um jogo, mas vamos continuar jogando???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas vezes eu tenho vontade de cometer algumas loucuras, que você..ahh você nem imagina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas eu me controlo, eu sei me controlar, faz parte do jogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero uma garrafa de vinho + 10 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pode ser?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5249588797168380755?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5249588797168380755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5249588797168380755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5249588797168380755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5249588797168380755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/06/tanta-vontade-que-d.html' title='tanta vontade que dá...'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-6345735731892153315</id><published>2008-06-10T09:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:31:57.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SE50E_PSMpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QOEFCDl3FrQ/s1600-h/faixa+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210229447958082194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SE50E_PSMpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QOEFCDl3FrQ/s200/faixa+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem disse que Papai Noel não existe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bléééééé... nem entende nada mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eita presentãão!&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/4455075721794170531-6345735731892153315?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/6345735731892153315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=6345735731892153315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6345735731892153315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6345735731892153315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/06/quem-disse-que-papai-noel-no-existe-bl.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SE50E_PSMpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QOEFCDl3FrQ/s72-c/faixa+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-2844913672000043432</id><published>2008-06-04T09:53:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:06:32.980-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Everybody's Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SEaS7Ns84-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5TIuShNnYGc/s1600-h/priii+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208011565088695266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SEaS7Ns84-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5TIuShNnYGc/s200/priii+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As coisas mudaram na hora certa, com as pessoas certas. Sou um ser que tem medo de mudanças, mas sei que elas serão boas independente do que aconteça. O ano de 2008 tem sido diferente, estranho, bom, ruim, enfim, confesso que algumas coisas fogem aos meus princípios, mas não me custa tentar. Tô na expectativa de coisas novas, novos desafios, novas pessoas, nova rotina.&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça dói, muitos pensamentos, muitas idéias, muuuita insegurança, mas eu vou na fé, não na sorte e tudo dará certo. O ser humano se adapta, irei me adaptar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que os dias voem, que o tempo passe bem rápido e que as coisas comecem a fluir em breve.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o medo em pessoa, mas o mundo conspira ao meu favor quando estou de bem comigo mesma, agora eu me sinto assim, bem, apesar de tudo, me sinto bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como diz uma música do Raul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Já tô indo me embora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero partir sem brigar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois eu já escolhi meu sapato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não vai mais me apertar”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E que venham as mudanças, que venham coisas boas e ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabia que vou sentir saudades suas?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, um cheiro, me desejem coisas boas e um bocado de juízo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-2844913672000043432?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/2844913672000043432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=2844913672000043432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2844913672000043432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2844913672000043432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/06/everybodys-changing.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Changing'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SEaS7Ns84-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5TIuShNnYGc/s72-c/priii+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7096023710739444743</id><published>2008-05-28T14:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:22:05.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai beu dariz!</title><content type='html'>a gripe me domina, mas os pensamentos continuam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funciona como me disseram uma vez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era uma vez um palhacinho que equilibrava pratos em uma varinha (aqueles que ficam rodando sabe?!) , aí quando ele via que tava parando, ele ia lá e rodava o tal prato, assim vai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que acho estranho, mas eu também sou estranha, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas que dá vontade dá...né?!&lt;br /&gt;nhaaam.. Sleept! Palhacinho!&lt;br /&gt;blééé..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7096023710739444743?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7096023710739444743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7096023710739444743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7096023710739444743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7096023710739444743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/ai-beu-dariz.html' title='ai beu dariz!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-3618577241623002197</id><published>2008-05-18T16:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:02:28.090-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><title type='text'>do you wanna dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SDCLC_YcTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/UeRmOYlb4lg/s1600-h/Niver+Mi+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201810453102873794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SDCLC_YcTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/UeRmOYlb4lg/s200/Niver+Mi+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cantar, dançar e papear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi assim que aconteceu, uma noite maravilhosa e as melhores companhias fizeram de mim, uma pessoa mais feliz. [ ô dó!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tanta vontade que dá, de repetir e de abraçar.&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/4455075721794170531-3618577241623002197?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/3618577241623002197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=3618577241623002197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3618577241623002197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3618577241623002197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-wanna-dance.html' title='do you wanna dance?'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SDCLC_YcTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/UeRmOYlb4lg/s72-c/Niver+Mi+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5292538616882850370</id><published>2008-05-15T09:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:09:20.655-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo'/><title type='text'>hey mundo meu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ô mundinho bão! Que me enche de surpresas, me enche de alegria e de saudades, saudades dos momentos bons que vivi, das besteiras que aprontei, dos sorrisos que arranquei e das gargalhadas incontroláveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez a vida me surpreende, me faz crer que todo dia pode ser sim, diferente. Hoje eu tô com aquela vontade de mandar flores ao delegado, de bater na porta da padaria e desejar bom dia - já diria Zeca baleiro. Queria sentir-me assim todos os dias, queria desejar que todos os dias demorassem para passar, queria me olhar no espelho como fiz hoje e dizer: ''hey Priscila Prado, hoje o dia é seu, nada nem ninguém vai estragá-lo.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com muitas saudades, saudades da minha família, dos meus amigos e de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos seguir assim, afinal a saudade é algo bom, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nhaaam, bjo bjo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rehab.mp3/amywinehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5292538616882850370?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5292538616882850370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5292538616882850370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5292538616882850370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5292538616882850370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-mundo-meu.html' title='hey mundo meu!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-4811138198604684404</id><published>2008-05-09T10:36:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:57:49.505-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almejar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada'/><title type='text'>sei lá, sei não.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SCRygK7NoEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AZ2-NdOqgps/s1600-h/Niver+BÃª+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198405766906486850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SCRygK7NoEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AZ2-NdOqgps/s200/Niver+B%25C3%25AA+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É tão errado almejar?!&lt;br /&gt;Queria mergulhar em um mar de esquecimento, seria a melhor solução, seria mais seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como se estivesse ensaiando muito para um espetáculo que nunca acontecerá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É estranho, é tão ruim "seguir" um caminho que não se sabe o que se encontrará, nem onde vai chegar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo parece tão normal, não? Afinal, errar é errado, não há outro caminho.&lt;br /&gt;É inexplicável, é muita confusão, surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes me vejo como adulta, mas quando me deparo com situações como esta, me desespero, é quando percebo que o melhor mesmo é não ter &lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt;, é não sentir &lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt;, afinal &lt;strong&gt;"nada"&lt;/strong&gt; não me irrita, não me desespera e não me apego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os seres humanos se adaptam (sim, carrego comigo esta frase) tudo vai dar certo, tomará um rumo, tudo terá sentido e será de fácil leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é sexta, dia de vinho + cobertor.&lt;br /&gt;nhaaam, uma lambida "sleeeept!" =oP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-4811138198604684404?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/4811138198604684404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=4811138198604684404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/4811138198604684404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/4811138198604684404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/sei-l-sei-no.html' title='sei lá, sei não.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SCRygK7NoEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AZ2-NdOqgps/s72-c/Niver+B%25C3%25AA+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-3728355392138956612</id><published>2008-05-08T17:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:15:22.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Me responde uma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq o ser humano muitas vezes parece uma mola encolhida?&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria entender....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vatomanocú.. [sim, é para esta pessoa que vos escreve]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-3728355392138956612?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/3728355392138956612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=3728355392138956612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3728355392138956612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3728355392138956612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-120830741496497949</id><published>2008-05-07T09:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:15:42.332-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conselhos'/><title type='text'>e a gente vive junto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tá bom Velhusca, você venceu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São tantos pensamentos na minha mente que não sei bem por onde começar. Calma, vou tentar organizar tudo aqui dentro. breath in... relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os conselhos posso guardar? Prometo que vou usar minha "versão" e vai funcionar, torce por mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Juízo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-120830741496497949?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/120830741496497949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=120830741496497949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/120830741496497949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/120830741496497949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-gente-vive-junto.html' title='e a gente vive junto'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7058825749892795242</id><published>2008-05-06T10:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:01:18.323-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desistir'/><title type='text'>calm like a bomb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem tive vontade de jogar tudo morro abaixo, cansei de muitas coisas, coisas que eu considerava  insignificantes, mas tem horas que realmente CANSA!&lt;br /&gt;É tão estranho, parece que passei anos construindo algo de bom na minha vida e assim, em 5 min, tudo desmoronou e virou um inferno!&lt;br /&gt;cadê o chão?&lt;br /&gt;cadê minha essência?&lt;br /&gt;alô? cadê???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive vontade de gritar, gritar ao mundo "que merda é esta que está acontecendo, pq tinha que ser assim??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligo o som, "aquela" música.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda, penso, penso e penso. Pensei em desistir, largar o jogo, sim "game over", mas esta não é a melhor maneira, não é a melhor maneira de resolver tudo isso.. Controlei minha impulsividade, meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, se o crime compensa, eu realmente não sei, mas vamos continuar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas simplesmente aconteceram, não posso mudar o que já vivenciei, tô aprendendo a lidar com certas situações "inéditas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu errar? Espero que o mundo me dê uma chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nhaaam, beijo na ponta do nariz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7058825749892795242?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7058825749892795242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7058825749892795242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7058825749892795242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7058825749892795242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/calm-like-bomb.html' title='calm like a bomb!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-1139025530358303300</id><published>2008-05-05T10:54:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:14:03.371-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propósito'/><title type='text'>remembering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SB8U-etENUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EFVDCgruJEk/s1600-h/005+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196895558635369794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SB8U-etENUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EFVDCgruJEk/s200/005+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Após um feriado muito bom, com muita chuva e muuito sol me peguei pensando em momentos assim, como os que vivenciei algum tempo atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Incrível como o mundo dá tantas voltas, como as pessoas mudam e como mudei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As pessoas que eu considerava amigos, hoje em dia são estranhos, apenas "conhecidos", é tudo muito estranho, afinal já viajamos juntos, brincamos, confidenciamos segredos pra lá de quentes e hoje estamos assim, distantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acredito realmente que nada acontece por acaso, tudo tem um propósito, seguimos caminhos diferentes, sei que vamos tirar algum proveito de tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em compensação a vida me deu a oportunidade de conhecer pessoas maravilhosas, com elas eu consigo rir mais, pensar menos, arrumo menos problemas, não tenho cobranças idiotas e pronto! Assim vivo, enfim feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode ser que tudo mude, mas desta vez eu não desejo que o tempo pare, quero que ele dê muitas e muitas voltas, porque é assim que tem que ser, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-1139025530358303300?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/1139025530358303300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=1139025530358303300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1139025530358303300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1139025530358303300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/05/remembering.html' title='remembering.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SB8U-etENUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EFVDCgruJEk/s72-c/005+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-2817696941686034168</id><published>2008-04-29T16:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:12:55.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pro dia nascer feliz!</title><content type='html'>Tenho me empenhado em uma grande missão: me tornar uma pessoa tolerante.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é preciso ser tolerante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, quando voltava para casa, decidi passar em uma floricultura e "adiantar" um presente: Flores para o aniver da Vovó (que por acaso é hoje), pois bem, escolhi flores lindas, coloridas, bem do jeito que ela gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora de pagar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscila: - Oi, quero estas flores! Vocês aceitam cartão de débito?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atendente: - Não senhora, só aceitamos Visa, Visa Electron, Mastercard e Redeshop. (cheguei a pensar se ele não iria mencionar VR e Bilhete Único!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscila: - Ah sim, pois bem, vou pagar com Redeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atendente: - No débito?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscila : - Sim! No débito! (dããr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscila: - Oi "fulano", ligação pra você, é "o fulano de tal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulano: - Você pode me passar esta ligação aqui no meu ramal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não, não! vou passar pro Papa!: - "alô? é do Vaticano?!" - pensei comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tentado me controlar, mas é difícil, confesso. Ô povinho lerdo!&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento positivo, véspera de feriado amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;uouuu.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e um queijo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-2817696941686034168?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/2817696941686034168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=2817696941686034168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2817696941686034168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2817696941686034168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/pro-dia-nascer-feliz_29.html' title='pro dia nascer feliz!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-3356008148044032481</id><published>2008-04-28T17:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:48:34.129-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><title type='text'>rola dado, roooola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SBY36utENTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/W5-fxki8kj0/s1600-h/0003+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194400702327436594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SBY36utENTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/W5-fxki8kj0/s200/0003+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O melhor agora é deixar o dado rolar.&lt;br /&gt;Não ter pressa, controlar a ansiedade, pedir, pedir e pedir para que tudo dê certo.&lt;br /&gt;Como é difícil controlar nossas vontades, né? Sei que tenho que resistir, afinal é assim que funciona.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é bom a gente ficar no nosso cantinho, se conter, confesso que sou a ansiedade em pessoa, mas vai funcionar, vou me adaptar.&lt;br /&gt;A semana é curtinha, beeem curtinha, eu vou resistir fácil (será?!?).&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos momentos acho que minha cabeça vai explodir, odeio esperar, odeio tanto que ninguém faz noção.&lt;br /&gt;Mas por outro lado isso é bom, faz parte da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou guardar tudo isso numa caixinha e esquecer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero, enquanto esta maldita infecção não passa, me dá um copo com água?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E que venha o hiper feriado, vou cozinhar ó (tentar vai) =o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-3356008148044032481?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/3356008148044032481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=3356008148044032481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3356008148044032481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3356008148044032481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/rola-dado-roooola.html' title='rola dado, roooola'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SBY36utENTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/W5-fxki8kj0/s72-c/0003+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-1477571593072332304</id><published>2008-04-27T14:26:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:14:58.864-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>sundaaaay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SBTBu-tENRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0RN8kho7ryw/s1600-h/01.03.2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193989283115185426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SBTBu-tENRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0RN8kho7ryw/s200/01.03.2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Domingo&lt;br /&gt;Dia de trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Sentar na mesa do seu amigo de trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pro céu, céu de brigadeiro&lt;br /&gt;Tomar sol&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em praia, boa cia, cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que a semana está começando&lt;br /&gt;As merdas que pretende fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quem será atormentado&lt;br /&gt;Ela vai ser divertida&lt;br /&gt;Ela vai render...&lt;br /&gt;Suando muito&lt;br /&gt;Ar condicionado zuado&lt;br /&gt;Ócio&lt;br /&gt;Vai anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Esperar, esperar, esperar...&lt;br /&gt;O céu vai ficar escurinho.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye domingo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-1477571593072332304?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/1477571593072332304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=1477571593072332304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1477571593072332304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/1477571593072332304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/sundaaaay.html' title='sundaaaay'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SBTBu-tENRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0RN8kho7ryw/s72-c/01.03.2008+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7316489384866250452</id><published>2008-04-25T17:39:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:51:45.217-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final de semana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A semana chega ao final, fiz muitas coisas (e não é que a semana rendeu?!?), mas deixei de fazer algumas que eu realmente queria fazer, tive vontade sim, de jogar alguém pela janela, mas infelizmente eu não posso fazer isso ainda, afinal tenho que me conter, tpm é mesmo uma merda, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, mais uma vez, pensei em muuuuitas coisas, mas não sei se consigo colocar em prática, prometo que vou tentar, mas se eu precisar de ajuda não vou poder gritar! ahhh! saco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim, quero um final de semana sussas, uma sexta bem dormida, um sábado cheio de risos e um domingo de trabalho alegre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que a próxima semana (que é bem curtinha) renda muito mais e que eu não precise pensar em matar nenhum sujeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cruze os dedinhos comigo, vai?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7316489384866250452?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7316489384866250452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7316489384866250452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7316489384866250452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7316489384866250452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/finished.html' title='finished'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5333074238189734866</id><published>2008-04-24T15:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:36:23.650-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irmão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divertido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><title type='text'>Esse tal de cabeção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Você é uma das poucas pessoas que me viu crescer, desde os 3 anos eu já te pentelhava (3 anos?! ah sei lá!) afinal você era um membro da família.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre quieto, às vezes nem bom dia dava, era difícil arrancar um sorriso seu, principalmente quando você olhava para minha cara e ficava pensando em como iria resolver tal problema no trabalho. Tem cara de bravo, dá "medo", é a pessoa que até hoje me corrige pra caralho (aposto que você vai ler este post e já vai comentar algum errinho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu aprendi a conviver com você, afinal somos da mesma "família" (sei que dói ter um "kbção" na sua vida! hahahaha), aprendi que nem sempre sua cara feia é ruim, sei que você fica muitas vezes quieto para não dizer: "mewww, ema ema ema, TVN!", aprendi a ouvir Elton John, Lulu Santos e U2 e claro, aprendi que levar celular em um show (principalmente em um estádio) pode ser sim, arriscado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é sem dúvida um irmão mais velho, a pessoa mais quieta e divertida que já vi. É a pessoa que eu posso falar desde família.. trabalho, enfim. Sinto sua falta aqui, de você me ligando pela manhã dizendo que vai chegar atrasado pq acordou tarde (deveria ter madrugado assistindo Lost), sinto falta de você reclamando "mewww não aguento mais este trânsito de SP!", e era muito engraçado quando você ficava nervoso no trânsito, ou quando algum taxista imbecil insistia em estacionar bem na entrada do estacionamento. Era divertido ver alguém tão sério, xingando, eu ficava séria, mas no fundo eu tava rindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo sei que você deve sentir falta das minhas "pérolas" diárias.. hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey volta logo, vamos pro estádio ver o São Paulo jogar e fazer um churras no seu ap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades!&lt;br /&gt;=O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5333074238189734866?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5333074238189734866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5333074238189734866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5333074238189734866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5333074238189734866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/esse-tal-de-cabeo.html' title='Esse tal de cabeção'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7418621577696069564</id><published>2008-04-23T09:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:01:03.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>tudo muda, até bermuda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SA8yf-tENPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WhHsPhNm5Z0/s1600-h/0003+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192424420370822386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SA8yf-tENPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WhHsPhNm5Z0/s200/0003+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É tempo de mudança, este mês realmente tem sido bom.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder mudar muitas outras coisas, mas sei que nem tudo depende do meu desempenho e força de vontade e claro, ninguém pensa exatamente igual a mim.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo dá voltas, muitas voooltas, eu sei que muita água ainda tá pra rolar, vou tentar fazer tudo certinho, vou comprar paciência, vou tentar ser menos chata para que tudo dê muito certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, por exemplo, é um dia que eu to com vários planos aqui na minha cachola, mil coisas que tenho vontade de colocar em prática, mas nem tudo acontece quando e do jeito que a gente quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou viver um dia de cada vez, sem desistir de nada, mas se você quiser me mandar alguma boa notícia, uma surpresa, quem sabe, eu aceito na certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é que agora a tendência é ser “fina”!&lt;br /&gt;2 litros de água por dia, academia toda manhã, unhas compridas, salto (ta ta não é todo dia, mas já é um começo!) será que consigo virar menina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desejem-me boa sorte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7418621577696069564?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7418621577696069564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7418621577696069564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7418621577696069564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7418621577696069564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/tudo-muda-at-bermuda.html' title='tudo muda, até bermuda!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SA8yf-tENPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WhHsPhNm5Z0/s72-c/0003+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-7977446364720274991</id><published>2008-04-17T12:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:53:52.111-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monotono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Digamos assim, monótono.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe quando você acorda, levanta, toma um banho hiper quente, se arruma, fica bonitinha, mas nem seu cachorro te dá uma olhadinha de bom dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você entra no trem e ninguém te dá nenhuma piscadinha, ou um sorrisinho se quer...&lt;br /&gt;Aí você chega ao seu trabalho, todo mundo “animaaaado”, o pessoal acaba te dando aquele bom dia desanimadinho, ô saco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você insiste, pensa que o dia vai ser melhorzinho, que alguma coisa vai te animar, seja uma piada que você receba no e-mail, ou aquele amigo (a) que não tem o que fazer e fica te pentelhando no Messenger, ou até quem sabe uma msg sms.. Mas não, nada acontece...&lt;br /&gt;Aí você tem a brilhante idéia de atormentar a melhor amiga do trabalho, ela é um saco de risada, é só cutucar..... Aí você cutuca, cutuca e naaada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te olha, ninguém sorri para você, ninguém te anima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí você para e pensa: “hoje já é quinta vai, vamos pensar positivo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hora passa... so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ouve Madonna, Chico Buarque até Lulu Santos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"...Se existe alguém na linha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se tem alguém no ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por favor responda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não me faça esperar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Há uma certa urgência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alô, informação? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aqui sou eu sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do outro lado não sei não..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eis que surge alguém, uma pessoazinha que te chama e começa a conversar, relembrando as coisas do passado, mostrando a você o quão ridícula você era, mas como se divertiam com tão pouco. Como xingavam, brigavam, choravam e riam ao mesmo tempo, as vezes de desespero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você para, olha ao seu redor, vê que seu dia está maravilhoso e que todo mundo que está ao seu lado é do bem, como tudo isso poderia ser pior, mesmo que ninguém te olhe, você é uma pessoa querida por alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei para pensar nisso, existem muuuitas pessoas que gosto tanto, queria poder fazer do dia delas melhor, mesmo que seja para falar besteiras, será que consigo? Assim como você fez comigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-7977446364720274991?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/7977446364720274991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=7977446364720274991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7977446364720274991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/7977446364720274991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/tipo-assimmontono.html' title='Digamos assim, monótono.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-2236804227507659159</id><published>2008-04-14T14:20:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:34:34.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perturbar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final de semana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='créu'/><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SAOXzv9murI/AAAAAAAAAGY/buRbY-4yRFM/s1600-h/Imagem+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189158110964923058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SAOXzv9murI/AAAAAAAAAGY/buRbY-4yRFM/s200/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um final de semana divertido com muitas risadas e com muitos motivos para colocar os pingos no i’s.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que escrevi abaixo, dançar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6f7O_JV0lYs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;"créu"&lt;/a&gt; com o sogro pode ser muuuito divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumar o noivo (cunhado) bêbado pode ser mais divertido ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ – Priii fudeeeeu!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O final de semana -&gt; o casamento -&gt; a ressaca -&gt; a infecção urinária -&gt; putz, segunda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá aquela vontade imensa de “atormentar” alguém, logo de manhã, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho que resistir, afinal nem todo mundo acorda tão bem como você, segunda-feira não é mesmo o melhor dia da semana, tão pouco animador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando percebo como fazem falta, como me alegram e como gosto tanto. Bom isso né? É muito bom conviver com pessoas assim, que te "animam".&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana eu tô com a corda toda, (mesmo com esta maldita infecção) vou encher o saco de todo mundo, gritar, cantar, perturbar.. posso? Deixa eu me divertir um pouco vaaai? Eu sei que também divirto alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e um cheiro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-2236804227507659159?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/2236804227507659159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=2236804227507659159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2236804227507659159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/2236804227507659159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/putz-segunda-um-final-de-semana.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/SAOXzv9murI/AAAAAAAAAGY/buRbY-4yRFM/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-9134207062284990324</id><published>2008-04-11T10:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:31:07.083-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='são paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risos'/><title type='text'>O caos, os risos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morar em São Paulo está cada dia mais difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Pegar o trem lotado, com o ar condicionado quebrado e ouvindo “creu” definitivamente é o fim do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A melhor parte é quando você começa a rir do que acontece ao seu redor, ai você encontra amigos e faz novos amigos também.&lt;br /&gt;A sua manhã apesar de turbulenta se torna bacana, em poucos minutos você chora de tanto rir, dança creu, zoa as pessoas e ainda recebe elogios.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, até que é bom viver assim, neste calor humano. Seria chato não ter tudo isso, seria chato não rir das banalidades da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é sexta, eu cheguei atrasada no trabalho, sinal que tenho que sair mais tarde, em compensação ri muito, encontrei uma amiga que não via há tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vamos levando, rindo, chorando, afinal está tudo tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo seria se todos os meus dias iniciassem assim, com muitos risos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamo que vamo ouvindo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1rJkq7S3os"&gt;Rita Lee!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-9134207062284990324?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/9134207062284990324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=9134207062284990324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/9134207062284990324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/9134207062284990324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-caos-os-risos.html' title='O caos, os risos'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-3429118929136863605</id><published>2008-04-10T11:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:38:17.056-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loucura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opção'/><title type='text'>É open bar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_4k1jlo4dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pnayaCzXQ8/s1600-h/imagem+23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187624323282166226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_4k1jlo4dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pnayaCzXQ8/s200/imagem+23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vamo pra lá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o inferno, meu bem,&lt;br /&gt;É open bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é para lá que eu quero ir, quero te levar.&lt;br /&gt;Você não acha que o inferno tem cheiro de coisa maluca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos tempo a perder, alias quanto tempo temos? Alguns minutos para transformar isso em uma grande loucura? E que loucura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das coisas assim, do jeito que elas estão, mas odeio quando pensamentos tropeçam nos meus planos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir para o inferno deve ser mesmo uma boa opção, não?&lt;br /&gt;Quero um beijo, um cheiro e um bocado de aperto sem nenhuma intenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah meu bem, no meio disso tudo eu sei jogar, nesta maldita confusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-3429118929136863605?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/3429118929136863605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=3429118929136863605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3429118929136863605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/3429118929136863605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/open-bar.html' title='É open bar!'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_4k1jlo4dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pnayaCzXQ8/s72-c/imagem+23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-6814245782006829024</id><published>2008-04-09T09:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:13:01.139-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusão'/><title type='text'>O palhaço do circo sem futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_y_nqlEaWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YpERx9HM3gk/s1600-h/17.03.08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187231558989539682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_y_nqlEaWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YpERx9HM3gk/s200/17.03.08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desejar que o tempo simplesmente pare ou desejar que parem o mundo para eu descer?&lt;br /&gt;É assim que me sinto, confusa e triste (ou feliz?!) convivendo com o “incerto”, esperando alguma notícia boa de uma semana tão ruim.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de eventuais mudanças ainda mais quando tudo fica tão superficial.&lt;br /&gt;O clima, a tensão, o silêncio, tudo isso me corrói, fazendo de mim a pessoa mais ansiosa do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei pensando: “Priscila, hoje nada nem ninguém vai estragar seu dia!”&lt;br /&gt;Eis que decido ler o horóscopo do dia na revistinha da mamãe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Virgem: O cotidiano anda um pouco confuso neste dia em que a lua esta em aquário junto com netuno. Este é um bom momento para ver o que deve ser mudado. Tente praticar algo útil aos que o cercam (fazer café é útil?!?). Faça apenas o que lhe faz bem, sem sacrifícios.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas puta que o pariu! Pra que fui ler esta merda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento positivo, energias positivas, meu dia vai melhorar!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal tenho como amigo o cara mais otimista do mundo (“mai ta bão”), tenho uma amiga que só fala merda (quando não esta falando, esta fazendo literalmente!) e tenho um cachorro que me enche de lambidas quando chego em casa, estes sim, fazem do meu dia, um dia melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos sei que semana tenho sido mais chata do que de costume, me desculpem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o circo não toma um rumo, me resta tomar um café orgânico (ele é mágico, acreditem) e chupar.. Um pirulito! Pode ser?!&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim, eu consiga ver tudo isso como um caloroso espetáculo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-6814245782006829024?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/6814245782006829024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=6814245782006829024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6814245782006829024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6814245782006829024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-palhao-do-circo-sem-futuro.html' title='O palhaço do circo sem futuro'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_y_nqlEaWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YpERx9HM3gk/s72-c/17.03.08+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-589968593691218688</id><published>2008-04-04T10:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:16:01.886-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1997'/><title type='text'>Sobra tanta falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este ano vai ser diferente, afinal estou diferente.&lt;br /&gt;É você sabe ao que estou me referindo, sei que me olha ai de cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem quando eu estava indo embora comecei a pensar nos momentos que vivemos juntos. Incrível como só tenho recordações boas suas. Lembro-me do nosso último Natal juntos quando te disse: "Me levanta beeem alto?!" e você, claro, me levantou e depois me deu aquele abração com a velha cara de tímido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava quando você passava a tarde pescando, depois ia me buscar no colégio com o Pintado (pintado era um cachorro vira-lata e o melhor amigo), me levava para comprar bolachas e chicletes escondido da sua “veia”, (é assim que você gostava de chamar a mulher da sua vida) senão ela brigava. E a noite você insistia para que nossa janta fosse sanduíche de mortadela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre fui a mais largada, mas você sempre quis "me melhorar", cuidava de mim com todo carinho, tudo bem que às vezes você era careta, me deixava com a roupa igual a da minha irmã e achava bonito, assim pareciamos gêmeas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você e o seu velho jeito conservador, não me deixava brincar nas ruas depois as 22:00, quando deixava fazia questão de me chamar para sair contigo, eu ficava brava entrava no carro e batia a porta, afinal você podia chamar minha irmã para ir com você e poderia me deixar brincando, mas não, você sempre me escolhia. E foi assim que aconteceu na noite de 06 de abril de 1997, você me chamou para ir contigo na padaria, eu como sempre fiz cara feia, não podia esperar que aquele fosse nosso último momento juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã fará 11 anos que você não está aqui. Bem que eu queria que estivesse, pois sei que teria orgulho de ver a mulher que sou hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos saudades, mas o que me conforta é que um dia, estaremos juntos novamente, pescando e comendo sanduíche de mortadela, no nosso canto, no nosso mundo, só que agora eu cresci, você não pode me levantar, mas pode me dar o melhor e maior abraço do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-589968593691218688?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/589968593691218688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=589968593691218688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/589968593691218688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/589968593691218688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/11-que-parece-1.html' title='Sobra tanta falta'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-6074097592878932427</id><published>2008-04-03T09:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:32:56.802-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinho'/><title type='text'>You and me and a bottle of wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_TMzalEaQI/AAAAAAAAADg/jCPxY7qMkhM/s1600-h/red-wine-glass-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184994254690478338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_TMzalEaQI/AAAAAAAAADg/jCPxY7qMkhM/s200/red-wine-glass-closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desejo é sentir o que eu sinto. Teu corpo é um labirinto, que me deixa zonza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É você quem me sobe a cabeça, como um vinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bebo um pouco me acalmo, um pouco mais me excito, se abusar, levito e transformo o mito, em infinito prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Por falar em prazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez minha fuga, uma garrafa de vinho,&lt;br /&gt;um brinde ao destino!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-6074097592878932427?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/6074097592878932427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=6074097592878932427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6074097592878932427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6074097592878932427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-and-me-and-bottle-of-wine.html' title='You and me and a bottle of wine'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_TMzalEaQI/AAAAAAAAADg/jCPxY7qMkhM/s72-c/red-wine-glass-closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-8959169200871137236</id><published>2008-04-02T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:09:05.720-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><title type='text'>As coisas como elas eram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_O6_alEaPI/AAAAAAAAADY/YVy0Fn21FdY/s1600-h/cÃ©u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184693194662897906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_O6_alEaPI/AAAAAAAAADY/YVy0Fn21FdY/s200/c%C3%A9u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sinto saudades como nunca senti antes.&lt;br /&gt;Dos cheiros, dos abraços, das brincadeiras..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades das nossas bagunças, de como a gente se divertia com tão pouco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida mais uma vez me provou que o que realmente prevalece é o sentimento, que independente da distância, nunca mudará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro da primeira vez que eu ouvi “eu te amo” dos lábios teus. Aquela voz suave me fez a mulher mais feliz do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltaria ao passado agora, só pra matar um pouco desta saudade imensurável e ganhar aqueles abraços apertados que só você sabe dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto tanto, de tal maneira que não sei descrever, volta logo, tenho saudades!&lt;br /&gt;Prometo deitar e rolar com você, sem olhar pro relógio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-8959169200871137236?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/8959169200871137236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=8959169200871137236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8959169200871137236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/8959169200871137236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/tenho-saudades.html' title='As coisas como elas eram'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/R_O6_alEaPI/AAAAAAAAADY/YVy0Fn21FdY/s72-c/c%C3%A9u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-6960312445963111411</id><published>2008-04-01T09:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:39:50.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estoicismo'/><title type='text'>Simples assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe quando você força algo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiim eu forcei, não é que deu certo??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser uma virginiana que faz tudo de caso pensado, achei que não seria capaz para levar adiante esta situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei também que eu ia me dar mal,  mas putaqueopariu! Priscila Prado (sim é assim que eu gosto de ser chamada em situações como esta) você se saiu muiiito bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um jogo para muitos, para mim também é, mas eu jogo de coração aberto e com as anteninhas sempre ligadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho que manter issoo! ahh será que vai ser dificíl?&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, tudo que eu queria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereço um beijo e um halls de melancia, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=oP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: o estoicismo é a minha nova filosofia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-6960312445963111411?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/6960312445963111411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=6960312445963111411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6960312445963111411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/6960312445963111411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/04/simples-assim.html' title='Simples assim...'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-5888584926271575852</id><published>2008-03-28T17:05:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:08:09.209-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cumbuca'/><title type='text'>Caras amigas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realmente, prefiro ser assim “menina-menino”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres, ahhh estas mulheres como são bestas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje 80% das minhas amigas (ou colegas) estão solteiras, é incrível como mulher depende de alguém ali, do lado, abajulando, xingando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 18 anos iniciei o primeiro (único e atual) namoro, eu não sabia namorar, não sabia o que era gostar e muito menos aturar um namoro. Eis que mergulhei de cabeça, resultado?! Pluft!!! Um desastre! Uma mistura de imaturidade, empolgação e diferenças...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei: “ok, ok Priscila &lt;strong&gt;SISNANDO &lt;/strong&gt;Prado!! Dê tempo ao tempo”.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que tempo que nada, afinal eu era uma menininha de 18 anos que acabara de se “apaixonar” era muito estranho terminar um namoro de 03 meses assim, do nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo me disse: “- Ok, Dona Priscila, se você não dará “tempo” ao tempo, ele dará tempo a você!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito e feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, hoje eu xingo, brigo, maltrato muitas vezes (confesso), mas esta “experiência” como namorada tem me feito muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninas... Mulheres curtam o momento cumbuca, pode valer à pena! Acreditem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-5888584926271575852?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/5888584926271575852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=5888584926271575852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5888584926271575852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/5888584926271575852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-amor-compreendido-ou-no.html' title='Caras amigas.'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455075721794170531.post-66181252550404569</id><published>2008-03-28T11:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:06:07.489-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeiro'/><title type='text'>Postando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O blog... primeiro post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puta que pariu!&lt;br /&gt;O que escrever no primeiro post? ham? Logo hoje que minha mente está tããão vazia!!&lt;br /&gt;Or "maybe"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, o propósito do blog é expor pensamentos cotidianos.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não gosto muito disso, mas one of my best friends, Danilo Prado (é, tinha que ser Prado!) me encorajou à postar, depois de ter começado com seu &lt;a href="http://daniloprado.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlogFólio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, vamos postar e ver no que dá.&lt;br /&gt;preciso de uns minutos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455075721794170531-66181252550404569?l=priprado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/feeds/66181252550404569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4455075721794170531&amp;postID=66181252550404569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/66181252550404569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455075721794170531/posts/default/66181252550404569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priprado.blogspot.com/2008/03/postando.html' title='Postando...'/><author><name>Priscila Prado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18033680845024514174</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/_lHO5Q-Qsycc/S-RdxmgXHRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lBFfFuoth0c/S220/1204115536.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
