<?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-5859437684108708756</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:52:56.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatianna Felix</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tatianna Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416717523510581685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjgGfK1qZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g0r3febwwI/S220/thaty2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859437684108708756.post-72396556734253811</id><published>2009-07-03T16:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:02:25.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>É estranho o modo como algumas coisas acontecem em nossas vidas. Em um dia, a calmaria está presente, no outro um furacão sai derrubando e levando tudo o que vê pela frente.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega um momento em que não há como adiar certas atitudes. Por mais que se tenha medo, é necessário enfrentá-lo, acreditando que o dia de amanhã será sempre melhor. Quando estamos no epicentro do furacão, fica difícil raciocinar, agimos emocionalmente, instintivamente, impulsivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é necessário dar um passo para trás, para que se dê dois à frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starin' at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' wonderin' what she's thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talkin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause talkin' just turns into screamin'&lt;br /&gt;And now is I'm yellin' over her,&lt;br /&gt;She's yellin' over me.&lt;br /&gt;All that means&lt;br /&gt;Is neither of us is listening,&lt;br /&gt;(And what's even worse).&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember&lt;br /&gt;why were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Fighting for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Crying for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Whoahhh)&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love&lt;br /&gt;Like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, girl&lt;br /&gt;When you're constantly accusing.&lt;br /&gt;(Askin' questions&lt;br /&gt;like you've already known).&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby&lt;br /&gt;When both of us are losing.&lt;br /&gt;(This ain't the way that love&lt;br /&gt;is supposed to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;(What happened to workin' it out)&lt;br /&gt;We've falled into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backin' down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now...&lt;br /&gt;It's all for...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this love&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;(Perfect, perfect, oh oh).&lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;We can't fuss and we can't fight&lt;br /&gt;Long as everything&lt;br /&gt;Allright between us&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be...happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859437684108708756-72396556734253811?l=tatiannafelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/feeds/72396556734253811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/72396556734253811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/72396556734253811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tatianna Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416717523510581685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjgGfK1qZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g0r3febwwI/S220/thaty2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859437684108708756.post-3465180829539974623</id><published>2009-06-22T16:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:02:23.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de um fim de semana prolongado de folga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Após três angustiantes dias de folga, retorno à rotina de todo santo dia. Passar a sexta, o sábado e o domingo em casa foi uma verdadeira tortura. Mas também, parece que tudo resolveu acontecer nestes dias. Sexta, trabalhos repentinos, sábado, crises ortopédicas e “bode” de amigos, domingo, jogo da seleção. Ainda bem que dessa vez o Dunga não decepcionou, em compensação o jogo das 18h30, melhor não comentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer apostar que esta semana tudo acontece? Claro, esta que eu não tenho dinheiro, que vou trabalhar até sábado, que minha mãe está de folga no domingo. Com certeza, todas as reuniões, festas, bares, baladas, peças teatrais, shows e sambas ocorrerão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos por hoje está tudo bem novamente. O mesmo trim incessante dos telefones e alguns jornalistas que parecem não levantar da cadeira para nada. Mais uma semana, sete dias, 168 horas, 10.080 minutos, 604.800 segundos... Parece bastante tempo, não é mesmo? Acho que não... Às vezes é mais difícil conseguir uma parte deste tempo do que parece... E por falar nele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batidas na porta da frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu bebo um pouquinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra ter argumento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas fico sem jeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calado, ele ri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele zomba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do quanto eu chorei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque sabe passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu não sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num dia azul de verão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto o vento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há folhas no meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordo um amor que perdi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele ri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz que somos iguais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu notei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois não sabe ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu também não sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E gira em volta de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sussurra que apaga os caminhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que amores terminam no escuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sozinhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respondo que ele aprisiona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu liberto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ele adormece as paixões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu desperto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o tempo se rói&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com inveja de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me vigia querendo aprender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu morro de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra tentar reviver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fundo é uma eterna criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não soube amadurecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu posso, ele não vai poder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respondo que ele aprisiona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu liberto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ele adormece as paixões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu desperto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o tempo se rói&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com inveja de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me vigia querendo aprender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu morro de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra tentar reviver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fundo é uma eterna criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não soube amadurecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu posso, e ele não vai poder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859437684108708756-3465180829539974623?l=tatiannafelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3465180829539974623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/depois-de-um-fim-de-semana-prolongado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/3465180829539974623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/3465180829539974623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/depois-de-um-fim-de-semana-prolongado.html' title='Depois de um fim de semana prolongado de folga...'/><author><name>Tatianna Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416717523510581685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjgGfK1qZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g0r3febwwI/S220/thaty2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859437684108708756.post-6241177975472758025</id><published>2009-06-16T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:30:01.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSEI!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje é um daqueles dias em que o tempo não passa. Não adianta, você vira pra um lado, faz uma coisa aqui, outra ali, mas nada acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não agüento mais trabalhar. Preciso sumir por um tempo! Ficar uns três dias sem fazer nada. Longe de tudo que indique civilização – se é que isso é possível. Nada de telefone, internet, tv, rádio, jornal! Um fim de semana no alto da serra... Não custa nada sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, o que me resta, é continuar nesta AI. Não agüento mais roubo, tráfico, gente baleada, executada, chacina, e assim por diante... Relatos de uma realidade constantemente presente em Datenas e Facciolis da vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber de uma coisa, vou comer um temaki!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859437684108708756-6241177975472758025?l=tatiannafelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6241177975472758025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/cansei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/6241177975472758025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/6241177975472758025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/cansei.html' title='CANSEI!!!!!'/><author><name>Tatianna Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416717523510581685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjgGfK1qZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g0r3febwwI/S220/thaty2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859437684108708756.post-297786497616423165</id><published>2009-06-13T15:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:06:52.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTUROS AMANTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjPqMcBd2aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1yvmhEc8PK4/s1600-h/chicobuarquedehollandawpress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346874682020583842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjPqMcBd2aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1yvmhEc8PK4/s320/chicobuarquedehollandawpress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ai gente, to meio “hã” hoje... Não to afim de escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só pra não passar o final de semana em branco, me lembrei de uma música que ouvi ontem, durante o Jornal da Globo, em uma homenagem ao Dia dos Namorados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUTUROS AMANTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor não tem pressa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele pode esperar em silêncio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num fundo de armário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na posta-restante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milênios, milênios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No ar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem sabe, então&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Rio será&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguma cidade submersa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os escafandristas virão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Explorar sua casa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu quarto, suas coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua alma, desvãos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sábios em vão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentarão decifrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O eco de antigas palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentiras, retratos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se amarão sem saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o amor que eu um dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixei pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHICO BUARQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tá, escolhi a foto pensando em você!!! rs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859437684108708756-297786497616423165?l=tatiannafelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/feeds/297786497616423165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/futuros-amantes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/297786497616423165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/297786497616423165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/futuros-amantes.html' title='FUTUROS AMANTES'/><author><name>Tatianna Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416717523510581685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjgGfK1qZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g0r3febwwI/S220/thaty2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjPqMcBd2aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1yvmhEc8PK4/s72-c/chicobuarquedehollandawpress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859437684108708756.post-8566646706733907384</id><published>2009-06-12T18:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:21:57.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOZE DE JUNHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjLUjqR-7aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wtqbuTAPcG0/s1600-h/feliz[1].dia.dos.namorados"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346569416752426402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjLUjqR-7aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wtqbuTAPcG0/s320/feliz%5B1%5D.dia.dos.namorados" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais um ano e sozinha mais uma vez. Ainda por cima tendo que trabalhar em pleno feriadão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom seria ter um cobertor de orelha e alguém para ficar bem abraçadinho debaixo das cobertas. Pra melhorar tudo, que tempo é esse? Um convite, sem espaço para recusas, para um encontro a dois sob luz de velas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem... Vocês que me conhecem devem estar pensando: “Será que é ela que está escrevendo? Ela está bem? Não é possível, não pode ser ela”. Sim gente, sou eu mesma, uma simples mortal que, pelo menos no dia 12 de junho, adoraria ter um namorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o que, não é mesmo? O jeito é esperar pelo próximo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora para aqueles que tem um namorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859437684108708756-8566646706733907384?l=tatiannafelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8566646706733907384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/doze-de-junho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/8566646706733907384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/8566646706733907384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/doze-de-junho.html' title='DOZE DE JUNHO...'/><author><name>Tatianna Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416717523510581685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjgGfK1qZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g0r3febwwI/S220/thaty2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjLUjqR-7aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wtqbuTAPcG0/s72-c/feliz%5B1%5D.dia.dos.namorados' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859437684108708756.post-6536921517269238671</id><published>2009-06-11T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:40:42.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasceu!!!</title><content type='html'>OIEEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto tempo e de muito lutar contra mim mesma, decidi ter um blog. Não sei como será, se terei tempo para ele, mas juro que vou tentar. Vamos ver no que isso vai dar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quais serão os assuntos abordados, não colocarei regras. Falarei sobre aquilo que tiver vontade e quando tiver. Portanto, não esperem que as postagens tenham data e hora certa! Talvez um dia resolva falar sobre a crise econômica mundial e no outro, sobre mim, sobre a minha vida. Ao abrirem este blog, espero que o conteúdo seja sempre uma grande surpresa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acho que é isso! Neste momento estou em pleno plantão na AI da Secretaria da Segurança Pública e pra não ter que ouvir o Datena mandando a gente acordar, é melhor eu ir trabalhar! Até a próxima!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859437684108708756-6536921517269238671?l=tatiannafelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6536921517269238671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/nasceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/6536921517269238671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859437684108708756/posts/default/6536921517269238671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatiannafelix.blogspot.com/2009/06/nasceu.html' title='Nasceu!!!'/><author><name>Tatianna Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416717523510581685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJpEZSpx0Ig/SjgGfK1qZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g0r3febwwI/S220/thaty2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
