<?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-8087171010595577189</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:42:26.810-08:00</updated><category term='sociedade'/><category term='adolescente'/><category term='falsidade'/><category term='foda-se'/><category term='falso'/><title type='text'>Morangos e Chocolates</title><subtitle type='html'>É porque eu estou aqui para sonhar, ser feliz, amar, viver !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-267988138668324090</id><published>2012-02-06T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:35:52.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foda-se'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falsidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não quero ser. Não quero ser como mais um daqueles adolescentes revoltados que acham que devem "ligar" o foda-se para Deus e o mundo porque a sociedade é hipócrita. Tantas pessoas reclamam dessa sociedade, essa aí grandona, onde todos reclamam. Não faz sentido, certo ? Não faz sentido reclamar de si mesmo... Quer dizer, você também faz parte da sociedade, e muitas pessoas pensam como nós, que existe muita gente falsa, muita gente filha da puta. Só que essas pessoas somos nós, que de tanto reclamarmos não fazemos nada para contribuir. Eu não, eu quero ser diferente, sorrir para toda gente, ser feliz dia após dia. Eu sei que em alguns momentos vou fraquejar, mas é melhor tentar do que me entregar. Porque, para falar a verdade, de falsidade ninguém escapa, afinal, quantas vezes sorrimos querendo chorar ? E falamos que estamos bem quando não estamos ? Eu também sou falsa. Todos somos. &amp;nbsp; (Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-267988138668324090?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/267988138668324090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-nao-quero-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/267988138668324090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/267988138668324090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-nao-quero-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-2637908275794212458</id><published>2012-02-06T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:22:11.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venho me desculpar</title><content type='html'>Venho me desculpar pela minha ausência, fiquei 7 meses sem internet e em seguida perdi a vontade de entrar aqui. Venho também corrigir um erro meu. Os textos em que coloquei embaixo (Ruth Alisson), na verdade, não são da auditoria dela. Para quem quiser, também vou publicar aqui meu tumblr: http://see-what-i-feel.tumblr.com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ||&amp;nbsp; Obrigada pela atenção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-2637908275794212458?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2637908275794212458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2012/02/venho-me-desculpar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/2637908275794212458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/2637908275794212458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2012/02/venho-me-desculpar.html' title='Venho me desculpar'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7091805031846425364</id><published>2011-05-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:40:49.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Teatro Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdyzT9xwYyY/TcqtutwT4eI/AAAAAAAAALI/endhAZbaRUs/s1600/sarah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdyzT9xwYyY/TcqtutwT4eI/AAAAAAAAALI/endhAZbaRUs/s320/sarah.jpg" width="217px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"O teatro mágico é o teatro do nosso interior&lt;br /&gt;A história que contamos todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;E ainda não nos demos conta&lt;br /&gt;As escolhas que fazemos em busca dos melhores atos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos melhores sabores,&lt;br /&gt;Das melhores melodias e dos melhores personagens&lt;br /&gt;Que nos compõem,&lt;br /&gt;As peças que encenamos e aquelas que nos encerram&lt;br /&gt;Nosso roteiro imaginário é a maneira improvisada&lt;br /&gt;De viver a vida&lt;br /&gt;De sobreviver o dia, de ressaltar os tombos e relançar as idéias,&lt;br /&gt;O teatro nosso de cada dia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O Teatro Mágico)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7091805031846425364?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7091805031846425364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-teatro-magico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7091805031846425364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7091805031846425364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-teatro-magico.html' title='O Teatro Mágico'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdyzT9xwYyY/TcqtutwT4eI/AAAAAAAAALI/endhAZbaRUs/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-8183969100902051780</id><published>2011-04-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:34:10.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem imagem, sem título.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas um desabafo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando você acredita que nada pode piorar e aí vai e piora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o que acontece comigo frequentemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo minha família, amo minha vida, apesar dos apesares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não mudaria nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que todos tem problemas, não tem como fugir disso, mas tem horas que eu quero jogar tudo para o alto, desistir de todos meus sonhos e planos, tem horas que eu quero acabar com a minha existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu sei que, nessas horas, eu me torno a pessoa mais egoísta e burra do universo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acabar com minha existência ? Para quê ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tenho pessoas que me amam, que me aceitam com meus defeitos e minhas manias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tenho alguém para me amar a vida toda, e que eu amo também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tenho a minha imaginação, ninguém pode tirar meus sonhos de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aí eu paro para pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volto atrás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mudo o quadro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivo de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erro mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofro mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrisco mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aprendo mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E cresço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então agradeço a Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigada, Senhor, por não me deixar desistir, porque... Nossa... Depois de tudo, eu não me arrependo de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu viveria tudo outra vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-8183969100902051780?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/8183969100902051780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-imagem-sem-titulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/8183969100902051780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/8183969100902051780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-imagem-sem-titulo.html' title='Sem imagem, sem título.'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-3683863502718510324</id><published>2011-03-09T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:34:36.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perfeição."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5EznPhrDzkk/TXf6woMLtEI/AAAAAAAAALE/KnkuF_cTNDM/s1600/devianart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5EznPhrDzkk/TXf6woMLtEI/AAAAAAAAALE/KnkuF_cTNDM/s320/devianart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dizem que não existe perfeição, que não existe a felicidade completa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Realmente não existe e, quer saber, se existisse, eu não iria querer !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque ser feliz demais cansa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ser triste demais nos mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo o que é extremo nos faz mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Então, eu quero um pouco de cada, quero aproveitar cada momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quero, principalmente, alguém para aproveitar comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alguém para eu amar e para me amar também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alguém para criar comigo uma história que, mesmo não sendo perfeita, vai ser a &lt;u&gt;minha&lt;/u&gt; história, &lt;u&gt;nossa&lt;/u&gt; história e, para mim, vai ser a melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Só isso, só quero uma vida da qual eu não me arrependa com alguém que também não se arrependa de viver comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-3683863502718510324?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3683863502718510324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3683863502718510324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3683863502718510324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfeicao.html' title='&quot;Perfeição.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5EznPhrDzkk/TXf6woMLtEI/AAAAAAAAALE/KnkuF_cTNDM/s72-c/devianart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7823329440751873750</id><published>2011-03-07T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:18:04.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou ser feliz e você ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nYgpuMlElGU/TXVT9Jz7EaI/AAAAAAAAALA/gcXVc4BPanc/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nYgpuMlElGU/TXVT9Jz7EaI/AAAAAAAAALA/gcXVc4BPanc/s1600/2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu poderia estar perdida pelo mundo procurando algo que pudesse fazer sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas nada faz sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nada, nem o nosso amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porém, eu não questiono a vida, se aconteceu e, se persiste, é porque é para ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Se não fosse, já não estaríamos juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Então visto meu melhor sorriso, levo na bagagem toda a positividade e vou tornando reais todos os meus sonhos, vou lutando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Posso cair, posso me machucar, mas eu nunca desisto e é assim que mantenho minha cota de conquistas lá no alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E eu estou te chamando para sonhar sonhos para nós dois, para lutar comigo por nós dois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Você vem ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A mão está estendida. Pegue-a se quiser vir, mas, eu não espararei para sempre, então ande logo, pense rápido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é curta e, se você não quiser, correrei atrás dos meus sonhos sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou ser feliz e você ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7823329440751873750?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7823329440751873750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/03/vou-ser-feliz-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7823329440751873750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7823329440751873750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/03/vou-ser-feliz-e-voce.html' title='Vou ser feliz e você ?'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nYgpuMlElGU/TXVT9Jz7EaI/AAAAAAAAALA/gcXVc4BPanc/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-5748479329948836617</id><published>2011-03-07T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:52:36.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q5CF8MkihHw/TXVS8Un00GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ty2wNTE5g20/s1600/devian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q5CF8MkihHw/TXVS8Un00GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ty2wNTE5g20/s320/devian.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desculpe pelo tempo que fiquei sem escrever aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tenho uma boa explicação para tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É que eu me mudei e, onde eu moro não tem computador, então não tenho condições mesmo de procurar uma Lan ou arranjar um computador em qualquer canto para escrever aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desculpe pelo tempo ausente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou tentar me redimir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-5748479329948836617?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5748479329948836617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/03/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/5748479329948836617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/5748479329948836617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q5CF8MkihHw/TXVS8Un00GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ty2wNTE5g20/s72-c/devian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-873605681207013698</id><published>2011-02-04T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:58:37.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ela não queria 'meios', ela queria 'tudo'"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUv113CrwGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SNOZv8P4IrI/s1600/Photoshop_Actions_TEN_by_cherish_romance.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUv113CrwGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SNOZv8P4IrI/s320/Photoshop_Actions_TEN_by_cherish_romance.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E ela era assim. Meio desconfiante, ela confiava. Meia triste, ela sorria. Meio sorriso escondia uma lágrima. Meias verdades nunca a satisfaziam. Meias mentiras para alegrá-la não poupavam-a da dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ela não queria "meios", ela queria "tudo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E, arranjando meios ela conseguiu se desfazer da metade e juntou todos os pedaços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje ela tem uma maneira, - meio recauchutada - de ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-873605681207013698?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/873605681207013698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/02/ela-nao-queria-meios-ela-queria-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/873605681207013698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/873605681207013698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/02/ela-nao-queria-meios-ela-queria-tudo.html' title='&quot;Ela não queria &apos;meios&apos;, ela queria &apos;tudo&apos;&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUv113CrwGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SNOZv8P4IrI/s72-c/Photoshop_Actions_TEN_by_cherish_romance.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-1474354521562504920</id><published>2011-02-04T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:45:21.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Você me entende ?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUvzlmpsDsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lUh7QshyMHE/s1600/photoshop_actions___133_by_night_fate-d283a83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUvzlmpsDsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lUh7QshyMHE/s320/photoshop_actions___133_by_night_fate-d283a83.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa sou eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem mais gorda, nem mais magra. Nem mais forte, nem mais fraca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem mais bonita, nem mais feia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem mais feliz, nem mais triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa sou eu em minha medida exata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você pode gostar, ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas, essa sou eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem máscaras, sem segredos e fingimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sou assim: Inconstante, sonhadora, feliz, triste, teimosa, forte e delicada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu gosto de sentir, gosto de fluir, gosto daquilo que faz sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas também gosto do que não faz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você me entende ?&amp;nbsp; Porque, eu não.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8087171010595577189-1474354521562504920?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1474354521562504920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-me-entende.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/1474354521562504920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/1474354521562504920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-me-entende.html' title='&quot;Você me entende ?&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUvzlmpsDsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lUh7QshyMHE/s72-c/photoshop_actions___133_by_night_fate-d283a83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-3000647468255359977</id><published>2011-02-04T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:35:07.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sai dor, entra amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUvwxRzf-3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lXtmokXUzyc/s1600/Photoshop_Actions__Set_14_by_TheYummyOne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUvwxRzf-3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lXtmokXUzyc/s320/Photoshop_Actions__Set_14_by_TheYummyOne.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sai dor, entra amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quero voltar a sentir, quero poder sorrir, quero que ninguém consiga abalar esse meu estado de espírito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, essa sou eu, apenas a garota que sonha alto, sonha longe, sonha, simplesmente sonha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não precisa me entender, não precisa nem se esforçar para me escutar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quem tiver ouvidos, que ouça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quem tiver olhos, que leia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O meu coração eu depositei em uma folha de papel com palavras molhadas pelas minhas lágrimas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Embrulhei-o e guardei, até o dia em que alguém o desembrulhará e, -&amp;nbsp;desprotegido, desprevenido -&amp;nbsp;ele irá jorrar as palavras antes escritas ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sai dor, entra amor, é só o que ele repete incansávelmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sai dor, entra amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-3000647468255359977?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3000647468255359977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/02/sai-dor-entra-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3000647468255359977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3000647468255359977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/02/sai-dor-entra-amor.html' title='&quot;Sai dor, entra amor&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUvwxRzf-3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lXtmokXUzyc/s72-c/Photoshop_Actions__Set_14_by_TheYummyOne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-1288428150238600716</id><published>2011-01-31T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:50:29.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcgdWIPOrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2jQAcz-tPnc/s1600/i_can_hear_you____by_squirrelondope-d38f8bn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcgdWIPOrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2jQAcz-tPnc/s320/i_can_hear_you____by_squirrelondope-d38f8bn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Me perguntei se um dia eu seria diferente, se cada minuto me tornaria o que eu menos quero ser. Mas eu sei que isso é real. Sei que vou acordar a amanhã não sabendo quem eu sou, não querendo ser quem fui, esperando ser alguém. Talvez eu deva não pensar nisso, talvez eu deva pensar no que eu poderia ser. Ou eu simplesmente deva acreditar que, o que sou hoje me satisfaz e é isso que importa. Não importa o que eu seja, o que eu ache, ou o que um dia eu venha ser. O que importa é estar feliz comigo mesma agora. Porque o futuro é tão improvável quanto o que eu acabei de escrever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ruth Alison)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-1288428150238600716?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1288428150238600716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-perguntei-se-um-dia-eu-seria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/1288428150238600716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/1288428150238600716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-perguntei-se-um-dia-eu-seria.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcgdWIPOrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2jQAcz-tPnc/s72-c/i_can_hear_you____by_squirrelondope-d38f8bn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7116014406072419215</id><published>2011-01-31T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:48:25.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Talvez"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcf4YS0VrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5KNJO3Vo0bc/s1600/love_me__by_veritas_de_meipsa-d38gp44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcf4YS0VrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5KNJO3Vo0bc/s320/love_me__by_veritas_de_meipsa-d38gp44.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Talvez se tudo fosse eterno não teria tanta graça. Talvez se os amigos não mudassem, não haveria motivos para que mudássemos também. Talvez se não tivesse-mos que nos despedir não perceberíamos como todos são indispensáveis. Se amigos são para sempre e o destino nos faz separar é porque muito mais está por vir. Novos amigos, os antigos que retornam. Tudo por menor que pareça, ou pior que pareça, vai fazer com que tudo seja exatamente lindo. Pois o mundo é perfeito e o fim é belo, incerto. Só depende de como você vê."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ruth Alison)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7116014406072419215?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7116014406072419215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7116014406072419215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7116014406072419215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/talvez.html' title='&quot;Talvez&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcf4YS0VrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5KNJO3Vo0bc/s72-c/love_me__by_veritas_de_meipsa-d38gp44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7328741743770671355</id><published>2011-01-31T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:44:19.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Procuro por mim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcewnB8qhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gxRX8_vlqNI/s1600/yes__i_got_cold_then_by_kirstenaxe-d38ea6m.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcewnB8qhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gxRX8_vlqNI/s320/yes__i_got_cold_then_by_kirstenaxe-d38ea6m.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Procuro desesperadamente por algo que faça sentido, algo que me seja como abrigo, algo que me faça sorrir. Procuro desesperadamente por auxílio, por alívio, pela minha paz. Procuro por beleza, por aceitação, por justiça, pela diversão. Procuro por alguém que me faça repensar tudo, por alguém que me mude em um segundo. Procuro por alguém que seja minha salvação. Procuro pela verdadeira música, procuro pelo verdadeiro cântico dos pássaros. Procuro desesperadamente pela razão da minha existência, pela minha verdadeira essência. &lt;strong&gt;Procuro desesperadamente por mim&lt;/strong&gt; ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ruth Alison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7328741743770671355?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7328741743770671355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/procuro-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7328741743770671355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7328741743770671355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/procuro-por-mim.html' title='&quot;Procuro por mim&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcewnB8qhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gxRX8_vlqNI/s72-c/yes__i_got_cold_then_by_kirstenaxe-d38ea6m.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7480168783084589333</id><published>2011-01-31T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:04:14.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Porque era para ser."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcUyDsvxYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6pXEjW-xdTo/s1600/i_am_a_victim_of_my_time_by_truskawkowe_niebo-d38gpar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcUyDsvxYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6pXEjW-xdTo/s320/i_am_a_victim_of_my_time_by_truskawkowe_niebo-d38gpar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Algumas pessoas nos mandam nunca desistir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pois eu digo que tem horas que desistir é o caminho certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Se for para ser, será, se não, porque insistir ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Para quê vou querer ferir meu coração com uma aventura que não dará certo ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não. Eu parto para outra. Vivo novas experiências, porque...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando for para ser, será e isso não me machucará, e nada, nem ninguém, terá o direito de colocar obstáculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque era para ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7480168783084589333?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7480168783084589333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-era-para-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7480168783084589333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7480168783084589333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-era-para-ser.html' title='&quot;Porque era para ser.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUcUyDsvxYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6pXEjW-xdTo/s72-c/i_am_a_victim_of_my_time_by_truskawkowe_niebo-d38gpar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7202010387642388633</id><published>2011-01-31T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:12:15.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unwritten"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbs3XeLfdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwW0xN-g4xM/s1600/i__ll_hold_onto_your_heart__by_memoriesofanillusion-d38e8zs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbs3XeLfdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwW0xN-g4xM/s320/i__ll_hold_onto_your_heart__by_memoriesofanillusion-d38e8zs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu estou em branco, não posso ler minha mente, eu sou indefinida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou apenas começando, a caneta está em minha mão , terminando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o não planejado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encarando a página em branco a sua frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abra a janela suja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe o sol iluminar as palavras que você não pôde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;achar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tentando alcançar algo a distância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão próximo que você quase pode provar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liberte suas inibições&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinta a chuva na sua pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém pode senti-la por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somente você pode deixá-la entrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém mais, ninguém mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode dizer as palavras em seus lábios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se molhe em palavras não ditas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viva sua vida com braços abertos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje é o dia em que seu livro começa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O resto ainda está em branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quebro tradições, algumas vezes minhas tentativas,são fora dos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;limites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós fomos condicionados a não cometer erros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu não posso viver desse jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje é o dia em que seu livro começa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O resto ainda está em branco."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Natasha Bedingfield)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7202010387642388633?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7202010387642388633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/unwritten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7202010387642388633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7202010387642388633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/unwritten.html' title='&quot;Unwritten&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbs3XeLfdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwW0xN-g4xM/s72-c/i__ll_hold_onto_your_heart__by_memoriesofanillusion-d38e8zs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-5709465593110315477</id><published>2011-01-31T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:51:03.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sobra tanta falta"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUboHxsPmII/AAAAAAAAAKU/LfAMIQmzp8Q/s1600/5b8aca7e122986a8094e024f53ecc5ed-d38f137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUboHxsPmII/AAAAAAAAAKU/LfAMIQmzp8Q/s320/5b8aca7e122986a8094e024f53ecc5ed-d38f137.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Falta tanta coisa na minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Como uma praia&lt;br /&gt;Falta tanta coisa na memória&lt;br /&gt;Como o rosto dela&lt;br /&gt;Falta tanto tempo no relógio&lt;br /&gt;Quanto uma semana&lt;br /&gt;Sobra tanta falta de paciência&lt;br /&gt;Que me desespero&lt;br /&gt;Sobram tantas meias-verdades&lt;br /&gt;Que guardo pra mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Sobram tantos medos&lt;br /&gt;Que nem me protejo mais&lt;br /&gt;Sobra tanto espaço&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do abraço&lt;br /&gt;Falta tanta coisa pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca consigo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(O teatro Mágico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-5709465593110315477?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5709465593110315477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/sobra-tanta-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/5709465593110315477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/5709465593110315477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/sobra-tanta-falta.html' title='&quot;Sobra tanta falta&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUboHxsPmII/AAAAAAAAAKU/LfAMIQmzp8Q/s72-c/5b8aca7e122986a8094e024f53ecc5ed-d38f137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-3088193004896003024</id><published>2011-01-31T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:46:21.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Metade de mim..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUbnRjjv00I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kXPk0IBRw-w/s1600/undercover_by_ineedchemicalx-d362z0s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUbnRjjv00I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kXPk0IBRw-w/s320/undercover_by_ineedchemicalx-d362z0s.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O dia mente a cor da noite e o diamante a cor dos olhos. Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente.Enquanto houver você do outro lado, aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar. A cena repete, a cena se inverte enchendo a minha alma daquilo que outrora eu deixei de acreditar. Tua palavra, tua história, tua verdade fazendo escola, e tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar. Metade de mim agora é assim, de um lado a poesia o verbo a saudade, do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim. E o fim é belo incerto… depende de como você vê o novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você e só. Só enquanto eu respirar vou me lembrar de você. Só enquanto eu respirar..” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O Teatro Mágico)&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/8087171010595577189-3088193004896003024?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3088193004896003024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/metade-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3088193004896003024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3088193004896003024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/metade-de-mim.html' title='&quot;Metade de mim...&quot;'/><author><name>Bianca R.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUMTLC8bNVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FjCNyZ02RB8/s220/mimimimm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUbnRjjv00I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kXPk0IBRw-w/s72-c/undercover_by_ineedchemicalx-d362z0s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-4508469299064468097</id><published>2011-01-31T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:43:25.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vantagem?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUbmgIxrJWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XkTSQ-pxdaI/s1600/tumblr_lfw2i7Fraj1qgnc9uo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUbmgIxrJWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XkTSQ-pxdaI/s400/tumblr_lfw2i7Fraj1qgnc9uo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A vantagem de ter péssima memória é divertir-se muitas vezes com as mesmas coisas boas como se fosse a primeira vez."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Friedrich Nietzsche)&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/8087171010595577189-4508469299064468097?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4508469299064468097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/vantagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/4508469299064468097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/4508469299064468097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/vantagem.html' title='&quot;Vantagem?&quot;'/><author><name>Bianca R.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUMTLC8bNVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FjCNyZ02RB8/s220/mimimimm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjWqjuy9iqc/TUbmgIxrJWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XkTSQ-pxdaI/s72-c/tumblr_lfw2i7Fraj1qgnc9uo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-5221061961228621745</id><published>2011-01-31T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:15:15.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morangos e Chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbfd2f1pWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mqdltf95ecQ/s1600/break_me_out_by_twisted3mind-d38f84t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbfd2f1pWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mqdltf95ecQ/s320/break_me_out_by_twisted3mind-d38f84t.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oi, pessoal !&amp;nbsp; Meu nome é Sarah Bengaly e estou criando este blog para "gritar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bianca Ramos e Aline são duas&amp;nbsp;moderadoras que vão me ajudar a colocar este blog em movimento, afinal, não quero que isso aqui fique parado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Espero que possam curtir bastante tudo o que posto aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigada pela atenção, beijos e até a próxima !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-5221061961228621745?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5221061961228621745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/morangos-e-chocolates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/5221061961228621745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/5221061961228621745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/morangos-e-chocolates.html' title='Morangos e Chocolates'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbfd2f1pWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mqdltf95ecQ/s72-c/break_me_out_by_twisted3mind-d38f84t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-6103187089186722468</id><published>2011-01-31T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:08:58.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu quero mais dessa loucura (...)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbA33XDjtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r_oYCkmwYP4/s1600/fantastic_glasses_by_eateiubeste-d38gaqr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbA33XDjtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r_oYCkmwYP4/s320/fantastic_glasses_by_eateiubeste-d38gaqr.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero mais daquilo que faz com que o dia seja realmente especial. Eu quero mais dessa loucura que contagia, que comove, que liberta. Mesmo que eu seja dita como perdida, quero continuar mostrando meu sorriso, rindo do nada, brincando como criança. Quero aquilo que todos buscam e poucos conseguem, a liberdade de ser apenas o que se é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu posso me vestir com todas os "seres" existentes, mas só o meu próprio ser me cabe perfeitamente. Apenas o meu próprio ser me completa e me faz ser livre, ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-6103187089186722468?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6103187089186722468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-quero-mais-dessa-loucura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/6103187089186722468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/6103187089186722468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-quero-mais-dessa-loucura.html' title='&quot;Eu quero mais dessa loucura (...)&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUbA33XDjtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r_oYCkmwYP4/s72-c/fantastic_glasses_by_eateiubeste-d38gaqr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-3559275070368978013</id><published>2011-01-31T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:58:46.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Simplesmente, não sei."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa_4K7MuJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kCIuyY8jwEo/s1600/holland__37_by_binarycodedbrain-d38gp9m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa_4K7MuJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kCIuyY8jwEo/s320/holland__37_by_binarycodedbrain-d38gp9m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Simplesmente, não sei: embora raras vezes eu já consiga entrar nele, sinto que este é um dos lugares de maior descanso, de maior abertura, de maior oportunidade, para onde a liberdade de vez em quando me traz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tecida com os fios disponíveis de cada agora. De cada respiro. De cada ação. De cada acontecimento. De cada sabor. É essa tecelã que olha para você neste instante e me olha também. O que ainda não veio, quem sabe? Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabor é o presente. Saber é quando a gente desembrulha."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ana Jácomo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-3559275070368978013?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3559275070368978013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/simplesmente-nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3559275070368978013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3559275070368978013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/simplesmente-nao-sei.html' title='&quot;Simplesmente, não sei.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa_4K7MuJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kCIuyY8jwEo/s72-c/holland__37_by_binarycodedbrain-d38gp9m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-230964548379036263</id><published>2011-01-31T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:55:45.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa8eQ5eLII/AAAAAAAAAJs/hUEoLW4CaPQ/s1600/the_photographer__s_view_02_by_foxtrot44-d38g8ri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa8eQ5eLII/AAAAAAAAAJs/hUEoLW4CaPQ/s320/the_photographer__s_view_02_by_foxtrot44-d38g8ri.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo gravando os melhores momentos em fotos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As melhores viagens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia tudo se perde, a foto desbota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não há jeito melhor de guardar algo bom, do que guardar em nosso coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As lembranças podem ficar meio embaçadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Podemos esquecer alguns detalhes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas aquilo que mais marcou, com certeza ficará perfeitamente gravado em nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O sentimento, a luz, os sorrisos, as piadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O que vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-230964548379036263?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/230964548379036263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/mesmo-gravando-os-melhores-momentos-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/230964548379036263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/230964548379036263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/mesmo-gravando-os-melhores-momentos-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa8eQ5eLII/AAAAAAAAAJs/hUEoLW4CaPQ/s72-c/the_photographer__s_view_02_by_foxtrot44-d38g8ri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7652479352182401336</id><published>2011-01-31T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:42:10.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sou uma mulher madura. (...) Sou uma criança que atura."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa46ilTgBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7FXj9eQFTOE/s1600/fascination_by_cupcake_voltron-d38g8pc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa46ilTgBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7FXj9eQFTOE/s320/fascination_by_cupcake_voltron-d38g8pc.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sou uma mulher madura&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes anda de balanço&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma criança insegura&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes usa salto alto&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma mulher que balança&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma criança que atura."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7652479352182401336?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7652479352182401336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-uma-mulher-madura-sou-uma-crianca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7652479352182401336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7652479352182401336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-uma-mulher-madura-sou-uma-crianca.html' title='&quot;Sou uma mulher madura. (...) Sou uma criança que atura.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa46ilTgBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7FXj9eQFTOE/s72-c/fascination_by_cupcake_voltron-d38g8pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-2884687571069288714</id><published>2011-01-31T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:24:12.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ando apaixonada por viver, com tudo que isso implica, e espantada pela Passagem do Tempo."  (C.F.A)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa1vEITL0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nx9DT-GIcMc/s1600/so_what_by_aisis-d38g3id.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa1vEITL0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nx9DT-GIcMc/s320/so_what_by_aisis-d38g3id.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;"Quero fim de ano, pés descalços na areia, a brisa do mar, fim de tarde tranquilo, música boa, sem relógio, despertador ou qualquer coisa que me mostre o tempo passando.Quero sair de noite olhar pro céu e ver estrelas, ter tempo pra ver como a lua é bela, observar pessoas, rir, chorar, pensar, viver, cantar, sentir. Preciso de um tempo, preciso me reencontrar em novos caminhos e preciso disso agora..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-2884687571069288714?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2884687571069288714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/ando-apaixonada-por-viver-com-tudo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/2884687571069288714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/2884687571069288714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/ando-apaixonada-por-viver-com-tudo-que.html' title='&quot;Ando apaixonada por viver, com tudo que isso implica, e espantada pela Passagem do Tempo.&quot;  (C.F.A)'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUa1vEITL0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nx9DT-GIcMc/s72-c/so_what_by_aisis-d38g3id.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7376563624812125768</id><published>2011-01-31T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:18:51.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Porque há o direito ao grito. Então eu grito."  (Clarice Lispector)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUaz8WAgY_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8urkPlMS0V4/s1600/sweet_eyepatch_by_cupcake_voltron-d38gbdq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUaz8WAgY_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8urkPlMS0V4/s320/sweet_eyepatch_by_cupcake_voltron-d38gbdq.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu caminho, desequilibrada, em cima de uma linha tênue entre a lucidez e a loucura."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7376563624812125768?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7376563624812125768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-ha-o-direito-ao-grito-entao-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7376563624812125768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7376563624812125768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-ha-o-direito-ao-grito-entao-eu.html' title='&quot;Porque há o direito ao grito. Então eu grito.&quot;  (Clarice Lispector)'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUaz8WAgY_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8urkPlMS0V4/s72-c/sweet_eyepatch_by_cupcake_voltron-d38gbdq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-6145478864395956524</id><published>2011-01-31T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T04:55:18.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vim aqui me buscar. Aqui, no meu coração." (Ana Jácomo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUaw9NVrSVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/29R_k2U0keY/s1600/i_have_love_in_my_hands_by_miasamm-d38gbnf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUaw9NVrSVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/29R_k2U0keY/s320/i_have_love_in_my_hands_by_miasamm-d38gbnf.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Eu vim aqui me buscar. E aqui parecia ser longe, muito longe do lugar onde eu estava, o medo costuma ver as distâncias com lente de aumento. Vim aqui me buscar porque a insatisfação me perguntava incontáveis vezes o que eu iria fazer para transformá-la e chegou um momento em que eu não consegui mais lhe dizer simplesmente que eu não sabia. Vim aqui me buscar porque cansei de fazer de conta que eu não tinha nenhuma responsabilidade com relação ao padrão repetitivo da maioria das circunstâncias difíceis que eu vivenciava. Vim aqui me buscar porque a vida se tornou tediosa demais. Opaca demais. Cansativa demais. Encolhida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vim aqui me buscar porque, para onde quer que eu olhasse, eu não me encontrava. Porque sentia uma saudade tão grande que chegava a doer e, embora persistisse em acreditar que ela reclamava de outras ausências, a verdade é que o tempo inteirinho ela falava da minha falta de mim. Vim aqui me buscar porque percebi que estava muito distante e que a prioridade era eu me trazer de volta. Isso, se quisesse experimentar contentamento. Se quisesse criar espaço, depois de tanto aperto. Se quisesse sentir o conforto bom da leveza, depois de tanto peso suportado. Se quisesse crescer no amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim aqui me buscar, com medo e coragem. Com toda a entrega que me era possível. Com a humildade de quem descobre se conhecer menos do que supunha e com o claro propósito de se conhecer mais. Vim aqui me buscar para varrer entulhos. Passar a limpo alguns rascunhos. Resgatar o viço do olhar. Trocar de bem com a vida. Rir com Deus, outra vez. Vim aqui me buscar para não me contentar com a mesmice. Para dizer minhas flores. Para não me surpreender ao me flagrar feliz. Para ser parecida comigo. Para me sentir em casa, de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vim aqui me buscar. Aqui, no meu coração."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Ana Jácomo)&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/8087171010595577189-6145478864395956524?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6145478864395956524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-vim-aqui-me-buscar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/6145478864395956524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/6145478864395956524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-vim-aqui-me-buscar.html' title='&quot;Vim aqui me buscar. Aqui, no meu coração.&quot; (Ana Jácomo)'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUaw9NVrSVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/29R_k2U0keY/s72-c/i_have_love_in_my_hands_by_miasamm-d38gbnf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-3806167243261178082</id><published>2011-01-31T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T04:52:15.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ah, como é bom viver !"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUavl-qpF_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMC08e37tIQ/s1600/e6ab9d45ca1f697e155a5894fde115ff-d38gdzl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUavl-qpF_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMC08e37tIQ/s320/e6ab9d45ca1f697e155a5894fde115ff-d38gdzl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Por muito tempo estive presa, estive cercada de incertezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Por muito tempo eu me calei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chorei, me escondi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora eu mudei, cansei de ficar calada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Irei mostrar a todos o que tenho a dizer, o que penso, o que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, como é bom viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8087171010595577189-3806167243261178082?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3806167243261178082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-como-e-bom-viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3806167243261178082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/3806167243261178082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-como-e-bom-viver.html' title='&quot;Ah, como é bom viver !&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUavl-qpF_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XMC08e37tIQ/s72-c/e6ab9d45ca1f697e155a5894fde115ff-d38gdzl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087171010595577189.post-7645749813147437173</id><published>2011-01-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:23:00.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu não sabia, mas podia sentir no fundo do meu peito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUYajtEONrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/71CZ9Eyw_xs/s1600/lovers__by_nairafee-d38ekk0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUYajtEONrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/71CZ9Eyw_xs/s320/lovers__by_nairafee-d38ekk0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sabia, não imaginava e não haviam pistas de que podia ser real, mas eu sentia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lá no fundo eu sabia, eu podia sentir a vibração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Era estranho o jeito como eu me sentia perto dele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Era diferente a forma que ele agia comigo e a forma que eu agia com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sabia, mas sentia que um amor já nascia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um amor que veio do inimaginável, foi crescendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;amadurecendo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele amor secreto tornou-se público.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E ele disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu sempre amei, só não sabia que amava a mesma garota toda a vida, a minha melhor amiga."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bengaly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8087171010595577189-7645749813147437173?l=snf-milkshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7645749813147437173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-sabia-mas-podia-sentir-no-fundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7645749813147437173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8087171010595577189/posts/default/7645749813147437173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snf-milkshake.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-sabia-mas-podia-sentir-no-fundo.html' title='&quot;Eu não sabia, mas podia sentir no fundo do meu peito&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Bengaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614187693095749508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4JPcHdtueU/TzBX4BW4TuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eJYTIsQUcTA/s220/tumblr_lxxz4ebc721r9u057o1_400_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wwc467VYXo/TUYajtEONrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/71CZ9Eyw_xs/s72-c/lovers__by_nairafee-d38ekk0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
