<?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-549975687045092219</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:40:49.460-07:00</updated><category term='mágoas'/><category term='Amizade...'/><title type='text'>Profissão: Viver...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Soraia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897473231639029337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0009/509/190/erd3gl509190-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549975687045092219.post-6278205104577963777</id><published>2007-10-22T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:47:42.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/Rx0AGV8uJnI/AAAAAAAAABs/GKdOZJ5u8pM/s1600-h/(L).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124252059988534898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/Rx0AGV8uJnI/AAAAAAAAABs/GKdOZJ5u8pM/s320/(L).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ontem sonhei com alguém, alguém que me fazia feliz, alguém que me entendia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Essa pessoa fazia-me rir...eu adorava estar com ele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Essa pessoa eras tu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finalmente chegou o dia e despertei para a triste realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Avistei-te ao longe com o mesmo olhar distante a que estranhamente me habituara, passaste por mim sem nem bom dia dizer e muito depressa com os teus amigos foste ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Triste mas conformada decidi esquecer,desta vez era eu que te ignorava e tal como eu tu não gostaste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bem depressa vieste falar-me dizendo que me amavas eu por outro lado esquecera que algum dia de ti gostara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas no mais profundo sentimento eu sempre soube que te amava! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549975687045092219-6278205104577963777?l=time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/Rx0AGV8uJnI/AAAAAAAAABs/GKdOZJ5u8pM/s72-c/(L).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549975687045092219.post-7624691024897562454</id><published>2007-09-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:08:09.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade...'/><title type='text'>Enfrentar feridas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Todas as amizades nos trazem feridas das mais variadas maneiras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por sermos tão diferentes uns dos outros e por sermos tão orgulhosos em relação ao mundo!&lt;br /&gt;À medida que nos abrimos com um amigo tomamos consciência dessas mesmas feridas e da capacidade que temos ou não de as enfrentar, em lugar de apenas pensar nelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor chorar...e preocuparmo-nos menos?!&lt;br /&gt;É preferível sentir...do que compreender?!&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale deixá-las entrar no nosso interior...do que falar delas a toda a hora?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou não passará isto de cobardia escondida pelo medo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois bem, quando as nossas feridas penetram fundo no coração, podemos confiar no seu poder curativo, quando confiarmos nesse poder curativo do nosso coração...sim, porque ele é maior que as nossas feridas... então estaremos perante a capacidade de recomeçar, de crescer, de mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem cobardias, sem medos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549975687045092219-7624691024897562454?l=time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7624691024897562454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549975687045092219&amp;postID=7624691024897562454' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/7624691024897562454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/7624691024897562454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/2007/09/enfrentar-feridas.html' title='Enfrentar feridas...'/><author><name>Soraia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897473231639029337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0009/509/190/erd3gl509190-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549975687045092219.post-3488354496028812478</id><published>2007-08-28T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:47:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não ignores o amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/RtRKsFZSyLI/AAAAAAAAABk/tKAYALMDErk/s1600-h/Maior+amizade+do+mundee!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103786398940580018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/RtRKsFZSyLI/AAAAAAAAABk/tKAYALMDErk/s320/Maior+amizade+do+mundee!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando o&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; te bater à porta... Não o ignores: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ama!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img height="16" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/editor/icones/apaixonado.gif" width="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; te for oferecido gratuitamente... Reconhece-o e recebe-o: Aceita-o, venha ele de onde vier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por vezes o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; não vem de quem mais esperávamos, desejávamos e ansiávamos... Muitas vezes não nos vem daquelas pessoas a quem mais amamos, a quem mais damos, mas sim de outras! &lt;img height="16" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/editor/icones/desanimado.gif" width="16" border="0" /&gt; Talvez até de quem menos esperaríamos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reconhecer o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que nos dão, que alguém nos dá é agradecê-lo, reconhecidamente como um dom, uma oferta... É por vezes difícil, se ele não vier das pessoas de quem sonhamos e esperamos que venha! &lt;img height="16" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/editor/icones/emduvida.gif" width="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549975687045092219-3488354496028812478?l=time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3488354496028812478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549975687045092219&amp;postID=3488354496028812478' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/3488354496028812478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/3488354496028812478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/2007/08/palavras-de-pai.html' title='Não ignores o amor!'/><author><name>Soraia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897473231639029337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0009/509/190/erd3gl509190-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/RtRKsFZSyLI/AAAAAAAAABk/tKAYALMDErk/s72-c/Maior+amizade+do+mundee!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549975687045092219.post-6913342417456923302</id><published>2007-08-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:47:43.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade...'/><title type='text'>O misterio da intimidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/Rs8V5FZSyJI/AAAAAAAAABU/U4sbwbfHa00/s1600-h/352198yc7d7ydmt0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102320973279053970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/Rs8V5FZSyJI/AAAAAAAAABU/U4sbwbfHa00/s320/352198yc7d7ydmt0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O mistério da intimidade que se partilha com um amigo é algo de inexplicável, difícil de verbalizar.&lt;br /&gt;Só o coração sabe falar a sua linguagem própria, que os lábios humanos tantas vezes interpretam mal...&lt;br /&gt;A linguagem do coração fala da proximidade, numa caminhada que se pretende em comum apesar de realizada em percursos totalmente distintos&lt;br /&gt;A intimidade é mistério exactamente pela sua inexplicabilidade, pela dificuldade dela falar em linguagem racional.&lt;br /&gt;Coração e razão têm de dar as mãos, quando reconhecemos em alguém uma pessoa com quem vivemos encontros significativos.&lt;br /&gt;O mistério da intimidade alimenta-se e cresce da proximidade que se cultiva da complementariedade que se vive, fruto da cúmplicidade entre amigos, dos encontros regulares que dão cor e luz ao nosso existir, porque o fruto de uma qualidade relacional que não sufoca, que não aprisiona, que não prende, mas que ama, que liberta, que alivia pacifica e proporciona bem-estar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549975687045092219-6913342417456923302?l=time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6913342417456923302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549975687045092219&amp;postID=6913342417456923302' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/6913342417456923302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/6913342417456923302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-misterio-da-intimidade.html' title='O misterio da intimidade!'/><author><name>Soraia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897473231639029337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0009/509/190/erd3gl509190-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_cynZdAKv0/Rs8V5FZSyJI/AAAAAAAAABU/U4sbwbfHa00/s72-c/352198yc7d7ydmt0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549975687045092219.post-6639024841332056355</id><published>2007-07-23T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:20:15.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mágoas'/><title type='text'>Adolescência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabem aquelas pessoas que dizem que os jovens não têm problemas, que são apenas crianças?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois isso não é bem verdade!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é claro que os nossos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poderão não ser tão grandes como os que os incomodam os "supostos adultos",mas isso não quer dizer que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; os tenhamos!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eles deviam saber isso melhor do que nós prórios adolescentes, porque afinal de contas eles também passaram por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E não me venham com a desculpa que eram épocas diferentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não tinham os mesmos problemas que esta gereção tem tinham outros!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Será que o orgulho os impede de falar nesses problemas?! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda me lembro do tempo em que sonhava ser cantora...sabem, aquelas coisas de criança? ponha.me com qualquer coisa a fazer de micro e la ficava eu o dia inteiro a sonhar...Quem me dera que esses momentos nunca acabassem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois é mas nem tudo é um mar de rosas e com o aumento da idade vem o aumento da responsabilidade e dos problemas! =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meu caso o meu único problema é em casa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabem quando estão à espera que os pais lhes dêem um conselho e eles nem sequer conseguem perceber que há algo que os inquieta...pois...este é o meu dilema!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reparem bem que no outro dia cheguei a casa com o maior escaldão que alguma vez tive e os meus pais não repararam!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é um tanto ou quanto grave, não?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acho que ao fim deste anos todos de mais maturidade já vou aprendendo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; tenho de descobrir as coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sozinha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas de vez em quando bate uma nostalgia...quem me dera puder voltar atrás para os tempos em que não me sentia só!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas como isso ainda não é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt; vou aprendendo a viver comigo e com a minha sombra...a única que segue todos os meus passos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549975687045092219-6639024841332056355?l=time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6639024841332056355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549975687045092219&amp;postID=6639024841332056355' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/6639024841332056355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549975687045092219/posts/default/6639024841332056355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-to-grow-up.blogspot.com/2007/07/adolescncia.html' title='Adolescência'/><author><name>Soraia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897473231639029337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0009/509/190/erd3gl509190-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
