<?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-7707446116556440637</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:52:30.461-08:00</updated><category term='meu mundo e nada mais'/><category term='organização'/><category term='capricho'/><title type='text'>two ice cubes</title><subtitle type='html'>.the heart and the mind;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-7699709136234369339</id><published>2008-07-19T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:45:31.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>06:45 am - ainda não consegui dormir, acho que vou para a aula de música virada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-7699709136234369339?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/7699709136234369339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/7699709136234369339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/07/0645-am-ainda-no-consegui-dormir-acho.html' title=''/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-5234747762471517509</id><published>2008-06-23T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:00:34.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desce mais leite condensado</title><content type='html'>E enquanto Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian cantam Expectation eu tacava mais leite condensado no morango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber, vou tomar o leite direto da lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-5234747762471517509?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/5234747762471517509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/5234747762471517509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/06/desce-mais-leite-condensado.html' title='desce mais leite condensado'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-6557042648999229245</id><published>2008-06-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:33:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart to thousand</title><content type='html'>o amor é um fenômeno extremamente físico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-6557042648999229245?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/6557042648999229245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/6557042648999229245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-to-thousand.html' title='heart to thousand'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-7249712251449659246</id><published>2008-06-02T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:22:54.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existe?</title><content type='html'>Existe alguma estatística sobre que crianças abandonadas serão adultos abandonadores?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-7249712251449659246?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/7249712251449659246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/7249712251449659246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/06/existe.html' title='Existe?'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-4069872015862590202</id><published>2008-05-24T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:21:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouça.</title><content type='html'>Não vou fazer participações na sua história, sou capa e não linhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-4069872015862590202?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/4069872015862590202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/4069872015862590202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/05/oua.html' title='Ouça.'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-1012141730394038798</id><published>2008-05-22T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:08:56.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você;</title><content type='html'>Não me roubes a solidão, se não podes me oferecer companhia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-1012141730394038798?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/1012141730394038798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/1012141730394038798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/05/voc.html' title='Você;'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-5691341389072301448</id><published>2008-05-14T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:16:24.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>minh'alma</title><content type='html'>Minha alma foi lutar;&lt;br /&gt;e esqueceu de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larissa Matos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-5691341389072301448?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/5691341389072301448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/5691341389072301448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/05/minhalma.html' title='minh&apos;alma'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-175451103364331316</id><published>2008-04-24T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:35:04.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imitar - v.tr. - do Lat.  *imitare por imitari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/080/a/6/My_cocteau_twin_by_momomilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 178px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/080/a/6/My_cocteau_twin_by_momomilk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reproduzir ou tentar reproduzir exatamente o que outrem faz;&lt;br /&gt;tomar como modelo;&lt;br /&gt;reproduzir;&lt;br /&gt;copiar;&lt;br /&gt;seguir o exemplo de;&lt;br /&gt;arremedar;&lt;br /&gt;falsificar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí, como faz?&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto! Fato! E aí, sou grossa?&lt;br /&gt;Como faz? .___.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando nesse assunto, lembrei de tal acontecimento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/admin/smarty/templates/img_upload/2008/02/adriane%20galisteu%20tais%20araujo%20vestido%20333%20NOTA%20210208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 214px;" src="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/admin/smarty/templates/img_upload/2008/02/adriane%20galisteu%20tais%20araujo%20vestido%20333%20NOTA%20210208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriane Galisteu e Taís Araújo com o mesmo vesitdo, na mesma festa! Tá, nesse acontecimento levaria no maior bom humor, mas... E no dia-a-dia? Defeito meu, assumo, mas cara, não dá! Fato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-175451103364331316?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/175451103364331316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/175451103364331316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/04/imitar-vtr-do-lat-imitare-por-imitari.html' title='Imitar - v.tr. - do Lat.  *imitare por imitari'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-2323463315248878590</id><published>2008-04-24T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:39:55.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Av. Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Mulher é igual carro, tudo igual, só que rolam uns adicionais de fábrica, uns mais comuns... Outros mais raros... A diferença é o preço que você paga! xD Dois desses adicionais que eu tenho de comuns são: admiração por fardas e cilindradas, não necessariamente nessa ordem. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Hoje na Av. Brasil vi 3 dessas artes urbanas, policiais civis (2 homens e uma mulher, liinda *_*) da policia, digamos... Montada... Montada em 600 cilindradas, :D. Aliás, a Av. Brasil estava curiosa hoje... Havia uma grande retenção no sentido São Paulo às 9 da manhã, um número numeroso [???] de caminhões baú no sentido Rio e um senhor de cabeçinha branca passeando pela pista como se estivesse no calçadão de Copacabana... Meu senhor, eu sei que estava sol, calor e engarrafado... Mas não tinha mulher de biquíni né, não dá pra confundir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-2323463315248878590?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/2323463315248878590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/2323463315248878590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/04/av-brasil.html' title='Av. Brasil'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-8271732318045079462</id><published>2008-04-23T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:09:39.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorena Zacarias diz: Você ficou com raiva?</title><content type='html'>Não, eu não sinto raiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 3:07 a.m e eu devo "acordar" a exatas 3 horas e 3 minutos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No intercine, passando: Estrada para a perdição, com Jude Law. Vai ver é por isso que não consigo dormir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse do filme aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.cineplayers.com/filme.php?id=302"&gt;CinePlayers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-8271732318045079462?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/8271732318045079462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/8271732318045079462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/04/lorena-zacarias-diz-voc-ficou-com-raiva.html' title='Lorena Zacarias diz: Você ficou com raiva?'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-4921161653749755614</id><published>2008-04-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:21:26.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gatinhas e alergia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAABuctJSpRwYaE7FPSLdqxNCRMRwJUpsjY78VU6yxT3sUDrClNMvNwadSSGe8XaV5NIFgfH730c6NDakQy9dEwMKAJtU9VAT81Ebh4GQzctrEqF1bTMxmooR4Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAABuctJSpRwYaE7FPSLdqxNCRMRwJUpsjY78VU6yxT3sUDrClNMvNwadSSGe8XaV5NIFgfH730c6NDakQy9dEwMKAJtU9VAT81Ebh4GQzctrEqF1bTMxmooR4Q.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bruno Medina, tecladista da Los Hermanos, criou um orkut (http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=11291103165642993522) e um e-mail (&lt;a href="mailto:doisfilhotes@gmail.com"&gt;doisfilhotes@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) para quem quisesse adotar esses dois gatinhos lindos que ele achou perto da casa dele num dia que ele foi passear com o Oscar, o cachorro dele. Ele pretendia ficar com os bichanos, mas Oscar não gostou da idéia... Lá no perfil das gatinhas eles pedem sugestões de nomes para as gatinhas... Eu voto em Ana e Júlia ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto... Sem nada pra fazer fiz um daqueles quiz... Nem lembrava mais que existia, mas a Lawra fez um e me enviou, aí eu fiz um pra mim... Tentei resistir, juro! E por curiosidade, os três primeiros, e até agora únicos, a responderem ao quiz responderam que eu tinha alergia a poeira... Tenho cara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está o quiz: &lt;a href="http://www01.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=080423214109-799731&amp;amp;&amp;amp;a=08" target="_blank"&gt;http://www01.quizyourfriends.com/takequi&lt;wbr&gt;z.php?quizname=080423214109-799731&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;wbr&gt;amp;a=08&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, Lari.&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-4921161653749755614?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/4921161653749755614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/4921161653749755614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/04/gatinhas-e-alergia.html' title='gatinhas e alergia!'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-8300549537236814857</id><published>2008-04-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:52:40.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 meses sem você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SA6MJet08CI/AAAAAAAAACk/HPg2Iun9UTc/s1600-h/ATgAAAC0iM887hvltB6p01xnNxliE_P73VlWsVlf9JrYwEEj9rB9lcc_DQwuUH6P2nOWHGrhHGHLW7-Wgt_hTmcLrStTAJtU9VB7A4Rh5JgVl3KQU7QPbM1h_W1j7w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SA6MJet08CI/AAAAAAAAACk/HPg2Iun9UTc/s320/ATgAAAC0iM887hvltB6p01xnNxliE_P73VlWsVlf9JrYwEEj9rB9lcc_DQwuUH6P2nOWHGrhHGHLW7-Wgt_hTmcLrStTAJtU9VB7A4Rh5JgVl3KQU7QPbM1h_W1j7w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192241514896748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;São mais de 4 meses sem você, meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Você sumiu quase sem deixar pistas &lt;st1:personname productid="em dezembro... Lembro" st="on"&gt;em dezembro... Lembro&lt;/st1:personname&gt; de cada momento, de cada minuto daquela longa semana que eu te procurei...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sinto sua alma nos olhinhos amendoados que eu encontro nos cãezinhos na rua, o que me faz pensar que você virou um anjo, mas eu não perco, nunca, a esperança de te reencontrar, às vezes eu sinto como se estivesse passando a mão no seu pelo curto e cheio de gordura rs... Sinto saudade até dos momentos em que eu tirava tonelaaadas de carrapatos de você!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te amo, meu amor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-8300549537236814857?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/8300549537236814857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/8300549537236814857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-meses-sem-voc.html' title='4 meses sem você!'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SA6MJet08CI/AAAAAAAAACk/HPg2Iun9UTc/s72-c/ATgAAAC0iM887hvltB6p01xnNxliE_P73VlWsVlf9JrYwEEj9rB9lcc_DQwuUH6P2nOWHGrhHGHLW7-Wgt_hTmcLrStTAJtU9VB7A4Rh5JgVl3KQU7QPbM1h_W1j7w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-4125183879842083276</id><published>2008-04-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:07:57.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organização'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capricho'/><title type='text'>Organização</title><content type='html'>s. f.,&lt;br /&gt;ato ou efeito de organizar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;estado de um corpo organizado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;constituição física;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;estrutura;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;organismo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="figurativo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      fig.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disposição de alguma coisa para determinado fim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda: linha tênue entre o céu e o inferno... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;E eu, em cima, da linha! Tenho uma mania muito grande de organização paralela a uma grande desorganização... Como? Meu guarda roupa parece uma maquina de lavar... Mas meus sapatos são todos organizados dentro das suas respectivas caixas... Nunca sei onde deixei minha carteira, mas, no computador é tudo arrumadinho &lt;st1:personname productid="em pastas. Minhas" st="on"&gt;em pastas. Minhas&lt;/st1:personname&gt; coleções de maquiagens, brinquedinhos e etc. todas encaixotadas e etiquetadas... Tenho os horários todos cronometrados... Dormir, acordar, tomar banho, pegar o ônibus... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Sim, isso é &lt;strike&gt;um&lt;/strike&gt; o inferno! Quando qualquer minuto sai do lugar, raiva! Raiva! Raiva! E se não houver autocontrole, um dia perdido! O que torna a minha convivência com pessoas desorganizadas difícil!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bom, vem aí No Capricho... in Rio!&lt;br /&gt;Fiiinalmente! \o&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-4125183879842083276?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/4125183879842083276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/4125183879842083276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/04/organizao.html' title='Organização'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707446116556440637.post-6586623125825880</id><published>2008-04-19T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:05:19.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu mundo e nada mais'/><title type='text'>meu mundo e nada mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Eu que tinha tudo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou mudo&lt;br /&gt;Estou mudado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; À meia-noite, à meia luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pensando!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;Guilherme Arantes e sua capacidade de descrever o indescritível... Lembro-me de na adolescência “ser descrita” por suas letras e pela melhor interpretação possível, Roupa Nova! Era engraçado... Aos 12 anos eu era discriminada por não gostar de Sandy &amp;amp; Júnior... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Não estou bem certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que ainda vou sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sem um travo de amargura... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Como ser mais livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Como ser capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; De enxergar um novo dia...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707446116556440637-6586623125825880?l=twoicecubes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/6586623125825880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707446116556440637/posts/default/6586623125825880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoicecubes.blogspot.com/2008/04/meu-mundo-e-nada-mais.html' title='meu mundo e nada mais'/><author><name>ice cubes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286642566987529395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MMKDSHm1Y1E/SArBuJVzHkI/AAAAAAAAACc/n8-35UMUobY/S220/lary20.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
