<?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-4280970111432517338</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:04:27.292-03:00</updated><category term='tédio - início'/><category term='raivinha'/><title type='text'>memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280970111432517338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932838351172160986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SwSBONlFBfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PUQ8i8EOfdM/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280970111432517338.post-3266889453557341461</id><published>2010-07-08T01:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:42:59.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu queria, amar um pouco menos você. Mesmo não te amando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280970111432517338-3266889453557341461?l=up-gradeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3266889453557341461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280970111432517338&amp;postID=3266889453557341461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280970111432517338/posts/default/3266889453557341461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280970111432517338/posts/default/3266889453557341461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-queria-amar-um-pouco-menos-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932838351172160986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SwSBONlFBfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PUQ8i8EOfdM/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280970111432517338.post-3657214872530626575</id><published>2009-12-11T01:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:38:51.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>scusa ma ti chiamo amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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hoje acordei, pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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clichê, mas não consigo mais esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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essa sua carinha de homem, quando você é tão menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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essa sua doçura, quando você se faz de tão machista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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adoro a sua voz no telefone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sendo simpático com quem te chama de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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mesmo isso sendo um equívoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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eu te chamo de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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e não sei se algo assim é possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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seria até tolisse, mas quando a gente acredita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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pode dar certo, quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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ontem você me ligou, querendo saber quem eu era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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isso importa realmente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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não fique bravo, me desculpe, se te chamo de amor&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/4280970111432517338-3657214872530626575?l=up-gradeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3657214872530626575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280970111432517338&amp;postID=3657214872530626575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280970111432517338/posts/default/3657214872530626575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280970111432517338/posts/default/3657214872530626575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/scusa-ma-ti-chiamo-amore.html' title='scusa ma ti chiamo amore'/><author><name>Amanda L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932838351172160986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SwSBONlFBfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PUQ8i8EOfdM/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SyHMmhmccVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zcN4PGO85BE/s72-c/OgAAAIOefSIIP8MjeZpzgQlfNliQ64_tPhG1i8IGeiJZqs8p3sbj-Ufnw5DTCbzkyjhO0Yl4kuCB6NJgmMViFela0eIAm1T1ULCIepNbgVQz4kUUBiArfdpealUQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280970111432517338.post-2877195049675889188</id><published>2009-11-28T02:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:35:15.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>'eterna pergunta de um segundo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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'E então isso é um adeus? Ele me perguntou.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu olhei para a lua,
olhei para o infinito ali na frente, e o abracei. Queria dizer não,
dizer: "Até amanhã" ou dar-lhe um beijo, mas não pude. O silêncio
estava gritando bem mais alto. Os dias foram passando, sem que eu
notasse. E foi só depois que eu descobri: aquilo era sim um adeus.'&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes a gente se acostuma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perde tudo por ilusão, achando que um dia tudo se acertará&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mal nós sabemos, que quem tinha que acertar éramos nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sinto falta do que nunca tive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do que eu poderia ter quando criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;que agora não faz tanto sentido, sendo quase(pseudo) mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;que diferença faz, alguns poucos(muitos) anos de experiência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Se no final, o que conta é que queríamos aprender a ter um pouquinho do 'feliz para sempre' um com o outro?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;próximo: ' scusa ma ti chiamo amore' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SwctYxMrurI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pBehlTpiim4/s1600/celular.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SwctYxMrurI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pBehlTpiim4/s200/celular.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;I never wanted everything to end this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
But you can take the blue sky and turn it gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
I swore to you that I would do my best to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
But you said it don't matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
I'm looking at you from another point of view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
Is this a sign from heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
Showing me the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
Was this supposed to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
I'm better off without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
So you can leave tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
And don't you dare come back and try to make things right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;
'Cause I'll be ready for a fight, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280970111432517338-4487023743441476139?l=up-gradeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4487023743441476139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280970111432517338&amp;postID=4487023743441476139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280970111432517338/posts/default/4487023743441476139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280970111432517338/posts/default/4487023743441476139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-gradeyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-dumb-day.html' title='another dumb day'/><author><name>Amanda L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932838351172160986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SwSBONlFBfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PUQ8i8EOfdM/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqKOtGRJRrw/SwctYxMrurI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pBehlTpiim4/s72-c/celular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280970111432517338.post-5999609604560795239</id><published>2009-11-19T21:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:25:18.944-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tédio - início'/><title type='text'>quinta-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;
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"Acho que eu entendi onde, dentro da gente,&lt;br /&gt;Ficam as lembranças todas.&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas histórias todas que arrepiam só a gente.&lt;br /&gt;As fotos que ninguém vê de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;(Os outros só procuram as belezas ali nos dentes.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto
isso a gente consegue ouvir as risadas ridículas de todo mundo que tava
ali naquela hora. A gente consegue sentir o bafo da pessoa que nos
abraça na foto. Consegue sentir o friozinho de fim de tarde que tava
ali na hora&lt;br /&gt;E as outras pessoas não sabem de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não lêem nada daquilo. Não sentem o cheiro de piscina ou churrasco...)&lt;br /&gt;E eu acho que entendi onde ficam aquelas lembranças todas das fotos:&lt;br /&gt;Elas ficam em como a gente é.&lt;br /&gt;Em como a gente lida com as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa (im)paciência, na nossa raiva ou alegria constante,&lt;br /&gt;Ficam no modo como pegamos o lápis para escrever&lt;br /&gt;No modo como falamos com nossos pais,&lt;br /&gt;Como corremos dos nossos medos...&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças se tornam pedaços de quem somos " &lt;br /&gt;
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