<?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-6616394904642925199</id><updated>2012-01-21T10:19:12.196-08:00</updated><category term='amar'/><category term='mundo'/><category term='real'/><category term='música'/><category term='olhar'/><title type='text'>Escrevo, logo existo.</title><subtitle type='html'>Apaixone-se definitivamente por você!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-4036517555584860133</id><published>2012-01-21T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:19:12.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No que você está pensando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOY5zDodOC8/TxsBkRp5hdI/AAAAAAAADzw/d7JXD7a7iAY/s1600/wanessaLinsmont.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOY5zDodOC8/TxsBkRp5hdI/AAAAAAAADzw/d7JXD7a7iAY/s400/wanessaLinsmont.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No que você está pensando? Estou pensando como a vida é engraçada, como  Deus é cuidadoso, como as coisas acontecem, como nos antes de durmir  pensamos em alguém especial...sonha com está pessoa e no dia seguinte  recebemos uma ligação dessa pessoa, ser acordada assim, com está  lembrança é uma verdadeira forma de bem estar, acordar para si e ver que  é feliz pelas coisas simples da vida, pelos gestos.&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;..  no qual a felicidade vem no olhar, no abraço, no beijo e na força a não  deixar partir. Sou muito feliz por estar pensando coisas tão boas e  agradecer a Deus por ter o meu tempo para parar e pensar em tudo o que  vem acontecendo...&lt;br /&gt;E espero que as pessoas que são próximas na minha  vida, saibam que, sou feliz por ter amigos verdadeiros, uma família  maravilhosa e um namorado fiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-4036517555584860133?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/4036517555584860133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=4036517555584860133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/4036517555584860133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/4036517555584860133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-que-voce-esta-pensando.html' title='No que você está pensando?'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOY5zDodOC8/TxsBkRp5hdI/AAAAAAAADzw/d7JXD7a7iAY/s72-c/wanessaLinsmont.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-3654248059268074321</id><published>2011-12-16T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:41:07.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OApAsUmGz6w/TutmiavGcaI/AAAAAAAADu8/_dQhOWWt3kE/s1600/DSC_0010-0.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OApAsUmGz6w/TutmiavGcaI/AAAAAAAADu8/_dQhOWWt3kE/s640/DSC_0010-0.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-3654248059268074321?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/3654248059268074321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=3654248059268074321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/3654248059268074321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/3654248059268074321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Falando de amor...'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OApAsUmGz6w/TutmiavGcaI/AAAAAAAADu8/_dQhOWWt3kE/s72-c/DSC_0010-0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-409643975550249761</id><published>2011-12-16T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T05:06:21.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraço guardado</title><content type='html'>Tantas noites, desejei tanto seu abraço, seus olhos me confortando..&lt;br /&gt;Desejei e cheguei até a sentir, tão forte que foi meu desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom imaginar que posso sentir, tão bom saber que seu abraço está guardado...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fecho meus olhos e dele cai uma lágrima, não aquela de tristeza, mas a da saudade do abraço...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade vive em mim, pois eu cuido, gosto, amo, valorizo...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade para mim tem significado... tem valor... pois, eu tenho amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrRmFpfRmTo/TutCPZCSxkI/AAAAAAAADus/dn-3ysZvUCE/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o1+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrRmFpfRmTo/TutCPZCSxkI/AAAAAAAADus/dn-3ysZvUCE/s320/abra%25C3%25A7o1+%25281%2529.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não feche seus braços para o meu abraço,&lt;br /&gt;eu abro meu abraço, deixo meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-409643975550249761?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/409643975550249761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=409643975550249761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/409643975550249761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/409643975550249761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/12/abraco-guardado.html' title='Abraço guardado'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrRmFpfRmTo/TutCPZCSxkI/AAAAAAAADus/dn-3ysZvUCE/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7o1+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-2391579213891312931</id><published>2011-12-14T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:34:13.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relacionamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- 'Ah,terminei o namoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- 'Nossa,quanto tempo?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;... - 'Cinco anos... Mas não deu certo...acabou'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- É não deu...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E o bom da vida é que você pode ter vários amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em pessoas que se somam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E não temos esta coisa completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes ele é fiel, mas não é bom de cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes ela é malhada, mas não é sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo nós não temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto que é mais importante e invista nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico; que é uma delícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E as vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante...e se o beijo bate... se joga... se não bate...mais um Martini, por favor... e vá dar uma volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O outro tem o direito de não te querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não lute, não ligue, não dê pití.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se a pessoa tá com dúvida, problema dela, cabe a você esperar ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto. Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nada de drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob chantagem, gravidez, dinheiro, recessão de família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não fique com alguém por dó também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ou por medo da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nascemos sós. Morremos sós. Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria compania?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gostar dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Você muitas vezes vai ter raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração. Faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Você namora um outro ser, um outro mundo e um outro universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E nem sempre as coisas saem como você quer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal, você não é terapeuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para namorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nem todo beijo é para romancear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nem todo sexo bom é para descartar. Ou se apaixonar. Ou se culpar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim...quem disse que ser adulto é fácil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;FATO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;‎"Vou-lhe dizer um grande segredo, meu caro. Não espere o juízo final. Ele realiza-se todos os dias."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-2391579213891312931?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/2391579213891312931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=2391579213891312931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/2391579213891312931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/2391579213891312931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/12/relacionamentos.html' title='Relacionamentos'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-7778872063422349693</id><published>2011-12-14T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:13:22.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN_8eCilbQ0/Tui7zFE4wjI/AAAAAAAADuk/FGQIjW6gNzo/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN_8eCilbQ0/Tui7zFE4wjI/AAAAAAAADuk/FGQIjW6gNzo/s320/abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Na distancia do olhar, te vejo, te imagino, te sinto... na distancia do beijo, te desejo, te toco, te amo... na distancia do coração, te espero, te aguardo... te quero.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez as palavras fiquem perdidas no tempo, no vento, na distancia... dentro de mim, elas vivem, crescem... nas palavras que te dedico, são meus sentimentos traduzidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se compreende o que sinto, mas no sentimento está a minha vida. Se é meu sonho e não a realidade, eu vivo o sonho e espero um beijo, um toque, um olhar... saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-7778872063422349693?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/7778872063422349693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=7778872063422349693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/7778872063422349693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/7778872063422349693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/12/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN_8eCilbQ0/Tui7zFE4wjI/AAAAAAAADuk/FGQIjW6gNzo/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-5276694422529424893</id><published>2011-12-08T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:26:22.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAdjvJ51l3M/TuFv8dps2OI/AAAAAAAADuc/f-tgzytY2fY/s1600/imagem_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAdjvJ51l3M/TuFv8dps2OI/AAAAAAAADuc/f-tgzytY2fY/s320/imagem_blog.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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem coisas que não podemos definir, o melhor dia de nossa vida, a melhor coisa da vida, o melhor sorriso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada momento é um novo melhor, em todo amanhecer damos sempre o nosso melhor, assim que penso, apesar que existem pessoas que as vezes não dão o seu melhor, querem sempre viver do seu jeito e esquecem que o mundo é mundo com todo mundo, o mundo individual só se for na sua mente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gosto do mundo onde eu cultivo as pessoas que gosto e que gostam de mim, coisas boas... as coisas ruins acontecem, é claro, mas viver por isso: "NÃO", eu vivo por um dia melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu durmo, sonho, acordo esperando um novo dia, onde o meu hoje vai ser melhor que o meu ontem, então HOJE foi o meu melhor dia, e amanhã será um outro dia MUITO melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah... ficar pensando, imaginando, contabilizando, desejando... esperando... VIVA a sua vida, deixe a dos outros em PAZ, garanto que a partir desse momento, dessa decisão... as coisas vão começar a acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-5276694422529424893?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/5276694422529424893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=5276694422529424893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/5276694422529424893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/5276694422529424893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-melhor-da-vida.html' title='O melhor da vida'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAdjvJ51l3M/TuFv8dps2OI/AAAAAAAADuc/f-tgzytY2fY/s72-c/imagem_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-4106093975887602443</id><published>2011-12-01T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:43:30.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente</title><content type='html'>O silêncio do beijo tira toda razão, só sinto a emoção de sentir, de ser, ter, amar você. E quando distante de mim se encontra, eu sinto de longe, o gosto, o jeito, sinto você por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra imaginar o que na sua imaginação se faz presente quando estou ausente, amar, te amar, apenas, ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---VtSs9cWOI/TteSZGAJnTI/AAAAAAAADuU/K-uLIgH_Q5A/s1600/300314_267658853263956_182272401802602_982865_1101812_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---VtSs9cWOI/TteSZGAJnTI/AAAAAAAADuU/K-uLIgH_Q5A/s320/300314_267658853263956_182272401802602_982865_1101812_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-4106093975887602443?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/4106093975887602443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=4106093975887602443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/4106093975887602443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/4106093975887602443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/12/presente.html' title='Presente'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---VtSs9cWOI/TteSZGAJnTI/AAAAAAAADuU/K-uLIgH_Q5A/s72-c/300314_267658853263956_182272401802602_982865_1101812_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-6001408872739359410</id><published>2011-11-29T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:02:00.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJURWCk6WKU/TtWNh0zeuZI/AAAAAAAADuM/X0AO6rCcknA/s1600/menina.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJURWCk6WKU/TtWNh0zeuZI/AAAAAAAADuM/X0AO6rCcknA/s400/menina.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;A imagem nos reflete um tempo no qual a vida era apenas brincar, desenhar, imaginar, quando nossas decisões não nos colocava entre ser, poder, querer, fazer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que ao ser criança o nosso diário nos faz ser criadoras de nossas histórias, segredos... hoje em dia nossos segredos são revelados em nossos olhos, onde a alma de acreditar em tudo, em todos, nos fere ao vermos a verdade sobre como as pessoas realmente são, querem, fazem, realizam. &lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que fazer, durmimos, sonhamos, como faziamos quando crianças, mas em mim ainda vive, no meu coração, o mesmo desejo, a mesma brincadeira de menina, acreditar na vida e ser levada por uma onda boa que se faz presente, meus olhos choram, minhas lágrimas machucam e meu corpo sem forças fica na onda, no mar...sem saber até onde vai chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-2828896769639764558?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/2828896769639764558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=2828896769639764558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/2828896769639764558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/2828896769639764558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/11/estou-participando-de-um-concurso.html' title='Estou participando de um concurso... ajudem!'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sZwDzy3LiQ/TeK2B5qoWvI/AAAAAAAADo4/tPWoL7rktR4/s72-c/amor_9meses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-9170030767179996482</id><published>2011-11-18T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T16:17:39.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwBjmn5mCHM/Tsb1axO6D-I/AAAAAAAADtA/BQGnXxkfApU/s1600/tempo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwBjmn5mCHM/Tsb1axO6D-I/AAAAAAAADtA/BQGnXxkfApU/s200/tempo.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Você já parou para pensar quanto tempo a gente perde por não te&lt;br /&gt;tempo para pensar?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Fábio Marques)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-9170030767179996482?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/9170030767179996482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=9170030767179996482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/9170030767179996482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/9170030767179996482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwBjmn5mCHM/Tsb1axO6D-I/AAAAAAAADtA/BQGnXxkfApU/s72-c/tempo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-3574032883850702727</id><published>2011-11-15T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:45:22.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz ou ter razão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIK5H1uj6h8/TsLPV4fR4KI/AAAAAAAADso/hgBpuSzb3fM/s1600/casal+apaixonado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIK5H1uj6h8/TsLPV4fR4KI/AAAAAAAADso/hgBpuSzb3fM/s320/casal+apaixonado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oito da noite, numa avenida movimentada. O casal já está atrasado para jantar na casa de uns amigos. O endereço é novo e ela consultou no mapa antes de sair. Ele conduz o carro. Ela orienta e pede para que vire, na próxima rua, à esquerda. Ele tem certeza de que é à direita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discutem. Percebendo que além de atrasados, poderiam ficar mal-humorados, ela deixa que ele decida. Ele vira à direita e percebe, então, que estava errado.. Embora com dificuldade, admite que insistiu no caminho errado, enquanto faz o retorno. Ela sorri e diz que não há nenhum problema se chegarem alguns minutos atrasados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas ele ainda quer saber: - Se tinhas tanta certeza de que eu estava indo pelo caminho errado, devias ter insistido um pouco mais... E ela diz: - Entre ter razão e ser feliz, prefiro ser feliz. Estávamos à beira de uma discussão, se eu insistisse mais, teríamos estragado a noite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-3574032883850702727?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/3574032883850702727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=3574032883850702727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/3574032883850702727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/3574032883850702727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/11/ser-feliz-ou-ter-razao_15.html' title='Ser feliz ou ter razão?'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIK5H1uj6h8/TsLPV4fR4KI/AAAAAAAADso/hgBpuSzb3fM/s72-c/casal+apaixonado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-2840366975898081796</id><published>2011-11-13T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:40:59.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y08TrpXLlh4/TsCD-Cf5yII/AAAAAAAADsA/w1Qp87TTA8Y/s1600/sorrir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y08TrpXLlh4/TsCD-Cf5yII/AAAAAAAADsA/w1Qp87TTA8Y/s1600/sorrir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tão bom não apenas sentir felicidade por um momento, mas sim por tudo, pelas suas escolhas, seus desafios, seus sentimentos, pelas amizades verdadeiras, não falo de perfeição, me refiro ao deitar na cama, com o sentimento de paz, confiança de que fez o seu melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Ser reconhecido pelas atitudes positivas, ser valorizada pelo jeito singelo de errar e aprender com seu erro.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto assim, estou assim... e quer saber? Estou curtindo muito, vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-2840366975898081796?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/2840366975898081796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=2840366975898081796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/2840366975898081796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/2840366975898081796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/11/viver.html' title='Viver...'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y08TrpXLlh4/TsCD-Cf5yII/AAAAAAAADsA/w1Qp87TTA8Y/s72-c/sorrir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-6043903211846196960</id><published>2011-07-08T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:03:11.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0Le6Da7YU8/TsCE2vTzVdI/AAAAAAAADsQ/0ilpggw9qYM/s1600/fofo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0Le6Da7YU8/TsCE2vTzVdI/AAAAAAAADsQ/0ilpggw9qYM/s1600/fofo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Falar de amor é fácil, falar de amar é maravilhoso, falar de você fico sem jeito, sem rumo, saudade que bate em mim, de você falar é dificil, sem chorar, sem sorrir, sem lembrar de ti, falar de amor é falar de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-6043903211846196960?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/6043903211846196960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=6043903211846196960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/6043903211846196960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/6043903211846196960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/07/falar.html' title='Falar...'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0Le6Da7YU8/TsCE2vTzVdI/AAAAAAAADsQ/0ilpggw9qYM/s72-c/fofo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-7314943079724162808</id><published>2011-07-07T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:01:49.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amar'/><title type='text'>Apaixonar-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1WaOGy40FA/TsCEgdSRjUI/AAAAAAAADsI/lJozmXpgkAI/s1600/amorzao.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1WaOGy40FA/TsCEgdSRjUI/AAAAAAAADsI/lJozmXpgkAI/s320/amorzao.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acordar  e  entender... é real. Tudo que sinto, imagino, desejo, toco, e   suspiro  por você, acontece. Estou aqui, prova viva, do sentimento de   amor, um  relacionamento que é baseado em três simples coisas:  confiança,   respeito e carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;  Demorei  tanto tempo para encontrar, talvez até a procura eu nem  deveria,  você  estava esperando por mim, um encontro marcado, um lugar  guardado,  um  coração solitário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; Estou aqui, sempre. Eu e você. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanessa Lins)&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/6616394904642925199-7314943079724162808?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/7314943079724162808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=7314943079724162808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/7314943079724162808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/7314943079724162808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/07/apaixonar-se_07.html' title='Apaixonar-se'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1WaOGy40FA/TsCEgdSRjUI/AAAAAAAADsI/lJozmXpgkAI/s72-c/amorzao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-7199929698277437786</id><published>2011-07-07T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:16:50.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo'/><title type='text'>Veja, sinta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A batida da música parece invadir meu espaço, meu mundo e aquele momento  me deixa flutuando, sem mãos, sem toques, tudo em um simples e perfeito  espaço de beijar, olhar e sentir.Se estou louca por sentir, deixe-me  ser louca, pois não tenho palavras para definir tanta loucura que existe  dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6kAS3AKaYM/ThY-PFBtwoI/AAAAAAAADqk/m50ZYO4c9SQ/s1600/foto07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6kAS3AKaYM/ThY-PFBtwoI/AAAAAAAADqk/m50ZYO4c9SQ/s400/foto07.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-7199929698277437786?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/7199929698277437786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=7199929698277437786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/7199929698277437786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/7199929698277437786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/07/veja-sinta.html' title='Veja, sinta.'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6kAS3AKaYM/ThY-PFBtwoI/AAAAAAAADqk/m50ZYO4c9SQ/s72-c/foto07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616394904642925199.post-1941820552376589680</id><published>2011-05-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:13:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passei um bom tempo sem postagens, sem visitas, sem palavras. Isso é passado, agora estou de volta!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu blog de cara nova, só que do mesmo jeito, mesmo desejo e novos sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QN3WBhiQ6LY/ThY9brPObqI/AAAAAAAADqg/96AV4NAPDck/s1600/foto10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QN3WBhiQ6LY/ThY9brPObqI/AAAAAAAADqg/96AV4NAPDck/s400/foto10.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAMdGW5-4OMtysCE4jkwguAb2huG8iSYu2bNhyCF3nGh7wIm0EkU2EeO7Nwyn6YP9yJLRtA_A6AhcPShdMWHx6MMAm1T1UE1F6W7aaoxd-63WyACQfiiwcI9E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6616394904642925199-1941820552376589680?l=wanessalins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/feeds/1941820552376589680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6616394904642925199&amp;postID=1941820552376589680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/1941820552376589680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6616394904642925199/posts/default/1941820552376589680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessalins.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-volta.html' title='De volta!'/><author><name>Wanessa Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703028934381088893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6dodeeRQo/TmpB1t8F-WI/AAAAAAAADrU/y90xtNj2sOY/s220/DSC_0545d.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QN3WBhiQ6LY/ThY9brPObqI/AAAAAAAADqg/96AV4NAPDck/s72-c/foto10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
