<?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-183671326341654451</id><updated>2011-12-13T13:38:16.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desfragmentos</title><subtitle type='html'>De um coração que já não existe mais.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5273760458891623223</id><published>2011-12-13T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:38:16.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olá! Tudo bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você deve esta estranhando essa carta, pois é! Resolvi assumir tudo que escondo aqui mim e demonstro no meu olhar quando te vejo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São os meus sentimentos por ti que sempre escondo, o quanto o seu olhar faz o meu brilhar, o quanto o seu abraço me faz tremer, a sua voz faz o meu coração querer pular para fora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjdAQMXHrvs/TuFucwu2d9I/AAAAAAAABCM/l3C3luJrCAo/s1600/haushuasa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjdAQMXHrvs/TuFucwu2d9I/AAAAAAAABCM/l3C3luJrCAo/s320/haushuasa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Também quero lhe contar o quanto sonho acordada com você! Sonho com o dia em que você irá me beijar sem motivo algum e depois perguntar olhando nos meus olhos: Vamos ser felizes juntos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que sinto por ti é algo que se chama AMOR!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conhece? Então, quer que eu prove que tudo isso é verdade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então me dê uma chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Ps. A realidade é outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Sumara Canzi&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/183671326341654451-5273760458891623223?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5273760458891623223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5273760458891623223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5273760458891623223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5273760458891623223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/brilhar.html' title='Brilhar.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjdAQMXHrvs/TuFucwu2d9I/AAAAAAAABCM/l3C3luJrCAo/s72-c/haushuasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-495621145038882363</id><published>2011-12-08T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:31:25.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um dia escuro e&amp;nbsp;solitário, o pior é olhar pros lados e não te ver e mais ainda que em momento algum, você sente a minha falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fui e sou um nada pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vontade de sair correndo e gritar ao mundo inteiro que o meu oxigênio é você, não consigo mais respirar... sinto como se &amp;nbsp;estivesse morrendo à cada segundo que passa. E talvez sera tarde demais quando você notar que fui embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5gISF4v2Uo/TuFw_6qBxII/AAAAAAAABCU/Mq_aanplUCs/s1600/adeusa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5gISF4v2Uo/TuFw_6qBxII/AAAAAAAABCU/Mq_aanplUCs/s320/adeusa.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que chegou a hora de partir como fiz antes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... &lt;b&gt;Adeus&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-495621145038882363?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/495621145038882363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=495621145038882363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/495621145038882363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/495621145038882363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/hora.html' title='A hora.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5gISF4v2Uo/TuFw_6qBxII/AAAAAAAABCU/Mq_aanplUCs/s72-c/adeusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1975283326731910758</id><published>2011-12-04T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:41:31.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avermelhada e febril.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando me concentro é tudo tão escuro, que não consigo vê nada...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-WmwD6xDfo/Ttws65xivTI/AAAAAAAABB8/L2eEje7qjbE/s1600/tumblr_lfzwqzw8CN1qcbtufo1_500a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-WmwD6xDfo/Ttws65xivTI/AAAAAAAABB8/L2eEje7qjbE/s320/tumblr_lfzwqzw8CN1qcbtufo1_500a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera ai consigo sim! Consigo enxergar um rosto, ou será uma ilusão que criei? Não pode ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É exatamente o rosto dele, aquele de quem fugi todo esse tempo, é como se ele fosse a luz do meu fim do túnel!&amp;nbsp;E o pior não é só isso que enxergo, tem uma outra coisa parece um muro... e é um muro mesmo! Consigo toca lo! Ele é de tijolos, existe pequenos buracos que se enxerga uma proteção como se fosse protegido contra uma bomba atômica! Mas existe outro buraco que possui um formato estranho, se reparar bem parece uma fechadura.. mas a chave não estar ali ou mesmo o segredo. Aonde deve está?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por este buraco se vê uma luz vermelha e também escuta uma batida que não é estranha! Já ouvi antes, mais da onde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lembrei! É o som que o meu coração faz quando bate, e ele parece fraco! Tentando se recuperar de algo. Olhando novamente para essa luz avermelhada e febril reconheço que ali atrás daquele muro indestrutível o meu coração estar ali, cheio de cicatrizes e muitas abertas e sangrando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiMolak2m8M/Ttwt7y0VwDI/AAAAAAAABCE/z9i8FJ_dKyc/s1600/Muro-cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3oa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiMolak2m8M/Ttwt7y0VwDI/AAAAAAAABCE/z9i8FJ_dKyc/s1600/Muro-cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3oa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas por que desse muro? Não lembro de ter construído!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que chave é essa? Eu tenho e não lembro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou mesmo outra pessoa tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o que o rosto dele tem haver com isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só quero entender tudo isso e pelo jeito ele pode me ajudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ajuda a descobrir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sumara Canzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1975283326731910758?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1975283326731910758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1975283326731910758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1975283326731910758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1975283326731910758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/avermelhada-e-febril.html' title='Avermelhada e febril.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-WmwD6xDfo/Ttws65xivTI/AAAAAAAABB8/L2eEje7qjbE/s72-c/tumblr_lfzwqzw8CN1qcbtufo1_500a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8774110514423507263</id><published>2011-11-30T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:44:30.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabe de uma coisa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você nem é tão bonito assim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque gosto mesmo de você?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnUJ82gQ_YM/TtaHfJRyRPI/AAAAAAAABB0/DNoTzsqByGc/s1600/haushuasua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnUJ82gQ_YM/TtaHfJRyRPI/AAAAAAAABB0/DNoTzsqByGc/s1600/haushuasua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu sorriso nem me deixa tonta; seu olhar nem me deixa sem graça; nem sinto ciúmes de você; o seu abraço nem me da força!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A verdade? Tudo acima acontece quando estou perto de você!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outra verdade? Nunca vou assumir isso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8774110514423507263?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8774110514423507263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8774110514423507263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8774110514423507263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8774110514423507263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/sabe-de-uma-coisa-voce-nem-e-tao-bonito.html' title='Verdade.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnUJ82gQ_YM/TtaHfJRyRPI/AAAAAAAABB0/DNoTzsqByGc/s72-c/haushuasua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5757323439237324901</id><published>2011-11-24T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T11:36:30.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraça.</title><content type='html'>É tudo tão estranho, um buraco enorme abriu dentro do meu peito.. ele dói tanto que as vezes fica&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;até respirar! Pode ser clichê mais quando penso no teu sorriso, no jeito que me abraça e me faz rir esse buraco fecha, somo só você pudesse me curar de tudo o que sinto!&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/-Et3p6VSTewc/Ts73C-ol8QI/AAAAAAAABBs/-XtZxB7hVFk/s1600/1242321548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Et3p6VSTewc/Ts73C-ol8QI/AAAAAAAABBs/-XtZxB7hVFk/s320/1242321548.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como nem tudo é perfeito e a realidade é outra, isso vai ficar assim até quando o meu orgulho&amp;nbsp;esvaecer e eu tiver coragem enfim de assumir....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5757323439237324901?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5757323439237324901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5757323439237324901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5757323439237324901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5757323439237324901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/abraca.html' title='Abraça.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Et3p6VSTewc/Ts73C-ol8QI/AAAAAAAABBs/-XtZxB7hVFk/s72-c/1242321548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-9084143358387042325</id><published>2011-11-21T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:25:49.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só queria que aonde eu fosse e tudo que vejo e penso você não estivesse relacionado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnBaE-W_rKk/TsptajnxJaI/AAAAAAAABBk/VgGwDJ5QiRg/s1600/buraco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnBaE-W_rKk/TsptajnxJaI/AAAAAAAABBk/VgGwDJ5QiRg/s1600/buraco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-9084143358387042325?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9084143358387042325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=9084143358387042325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/9084143358387042325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/9084143358387042325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-queria-que-aonde-eu-fosse-e-tudo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnBaE-W_rKk/TsptajnxJaI/AAAAAAAABBk/VgGwDJ5QiRg/s72-c/buraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2844533657663975990</id><published>2011-11-14T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:48:07.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você se foi, junto com todas as promessas que foram feitas em vão e também deixando um buraco dentro do meu peito que insisti em doer todas as vezes que estou sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W64QEDPddhQ/TsFUOsralcI/AAAAAAAABBY/pLTfPpMnpAk/s1600/Foto_A0037a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W64QEDPddhQ/TsFUOsralcI/AAAAAAAABBY/pLTfPpMnpAk/s320/Foto_A0037a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas do mesmo modo que tudo foi tão rápido como um sonho essa dor também vai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2844533657663975990?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2844533657663975990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2844533657663975990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2844533657663975990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2844533657663975990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/sozinha.html' title='Sozinha.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W64QEDPddhQ/TsFUOsralcI/AAAAAAAABBY/pLTfPpMnpAk/s72-c/Foto_A0037a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5843159456640001497</id><published>2011-10-24T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:58:02.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;'nunca esqueça dos nossos sonhos e o mais importante: &lt;b&gt;nosso amor&lt;/b&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltc4dsLLCi1r3hvkwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- Sumara Canzi.&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/183671326341654451-5843159456640001497?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5843159456640001497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5843159456640001497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5843159456640001497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5843159456640001497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/e.html' title='E.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1797553721797864305</id><published>2011-10-16T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:32:55.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'todas as noites quando consigo dormir você aparece nos meus sonhos, como se já não bastasse você não sair da minha mente quando estou acordada!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY4p8XZU8Ac/TpuT07hh_UI/AAAAAAAABBI/alLXx9l5C74/s1600/tumblr_l9bz7lYveS1qd6zozo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY4p8XZU8Ac/TpuT07hh_UI/AAAAAAAABBI/alLXx9l5C74/s320/tumblr_l9bz7lYveS1qd6zozo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Sumara Canzi)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1797553721797864305?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1797553721797864305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1797553721797864305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1797553721797864305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1797553721797864305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/todas-as-noites-quando-consigo-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY4p8XZU8Ac/TpuT07hh_UI/AAAAAAAABBI/alLXx9l5C74/s72-c/tumblr_l9bz7lYveS1qd6zozo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8483922041449082921</id><published>2011-10-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:47:14.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Amor isso tudo vai passar logo, e assim vamos realizar todos os nossos sonhos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6ciEEiMDTo/TokwApWXM7I/AAAAAAAABA8/iFa2jMTkf_Y/s1600/JUNTOS%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6ciEEiMDTo/TokwApWXM7I/AAAAAAAABA8/iFa2jMTkf_Y/s1600/JUNTOS%257E1.JPG" /&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/183671326341654451-8483922041449082921?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8483922041449082921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8483922041449082921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8483922041449082921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8483922041449082921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6ciEEiMDTo/TokwApWXM7I/AAAAAAAABA8/iFa2jMTkf_Y/s72-c/JUNTOS%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1705738566699535329</id><published>2011-09-23T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:06:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Todo o tempo sinto uma angústia, uma falta de ar que significa saudade. Saudade do teu beijo, do teu sorriso, do seu abraço, da sua voz dizendo que me ama, dos nossos olhares quando nos encontramos... pode até ser um sonho irreal mas é você que quero pra enfim ser feliz como sempre sonhei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada dia que passa está próximo do dia que vamos poder ficar juntos sem nada para nos atrapalhar, sonho acordada todos os dias imaginando quando isso acontece.&lt;/i&gt;&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/-RM2sOc791RA/TnygZ37JsmI/AAAAAAAABAg/4YzNHwPQyw0/s1600/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RM2sOc791RA/TnygZ37JsmI/AAAAAAAABAg/4YzNHwPQyw0/s320/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha vida sem você não tem mais sentindo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1705738566699535329?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1705738566699535329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1705738566699535329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1705738566699535329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1705738566699535329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/ar.html' title='ar.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RM2sOc791RA/TnygZ37JsmI/AAAAAAAABAg/4YzNHwPQyw0/s72-c/Felicidade+no+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2648280294184794960</id><published>2011-09-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T07:07:09.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Eu poderia ficar acordado só para ouvir você respirando. Observar você sorrir enquanto está dormindo. Enquanto está longe e sonhando. Eu poderia passar minha vida nessa doce rendição. Eu poderia continuar perdida nesse momento pra sempre. Todo momento que passo com você, é um momento que eu valorizo. Não quero fechar meus olhos. Eu não quero pegar no sono. Porque eu sentiria sua falta. E eu não quero perder nada. Porque mesmo quando eu sonho com você, o sonho mais doce não vai ser suficiente. Eu ainda sentiria sua falta. Repousando perto de você, sentindo seu coração bater, e imaginando o que você está sonhando. Imaginando se sou eu que você está vendo. Então eu beijo seus olhos e agradeço a Deus por estarmos juntos. Eu só quero ficar com você, neste momento… pra sempre. (…) Não quero perder um sorriso. Não quero perder um beijo. Eu só quero ficar com você. Bem aqui, com você. Apenas assim. Eu só quero te abraçar forte. Sentir seu coração tão perto do meu. E só ficar aqui nesse momento, por todo o resto dos tempos.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2648280294184794960?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2648280294184794960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2648280294184794960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2648280294184794960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2648280294184794960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/sonhando.html' title='Sonhando.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8569428205787263603</id><published>2011-09-18T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T13:12:19.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem direção.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PL53fH-x0rw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8569428205787263603?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8569428205787263603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8569428205787263603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8569428205787263603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8569428205787263603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/sem-direcao.html' title='Sem direção.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PL53fH-x0rw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5285273106426792421</id><published>2011-09-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:49:44.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diga.</title><content type='html'>eu quero você, quero pode ser sua sem nenhum impedimento. você apareceu e só me trouxe felicidade desde da primeira vez que nos falamos, sempre foi perfeito comigo... agora logo agora que eu te amo minha vida ganhou uma razão pra viver eu vou te perder. Por que? Eu não quero!&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso fazer nada está em suas mãos e o pior não quero te pedi isto.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou nos teus braços esqueço de tudo, como se nada importasse só você importa! Nunca senti nada parecido por alguém como estou sentindo agora... como vou viver sem você? Por favor me diga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ocDlOD1Hw9k?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5285273106426792421?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5285273106426792421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5285273106426792421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5285273106426792421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5285273106426792421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-quero-voce-quero-pode-ser-sua-sem.html' title='Diga.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ocDlOD1Hw9k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-4024969236479320403</id><published>2011-09-15T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:00:20.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde...</title><content type='html'>demorei tanto pra poder sentir isso por ti, se eu pudesse voltar atrás faria tudo diferente e não teria deixado você ir embora. não podemos voltar e agora nem sabemos o que fazer.. eu só sei que te amo e desculpa por isso ter sido tão tarde!&lt;br /&gt;seu cheiro ainda está em mim, não consigo esquecer do teu beijo e nem do teu olhar...&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/-ViH6i6xLMHc/TnKs03StjcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/5x7jza8qSQA/s1600/733_Love_Kiss1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViH6i6xLMHc/TnKs03StjcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/5x7jza8qSQA/s320/733_Love_Kiss1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Estou pensando em você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei se preciso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mais dos teus olhos cor-de-mel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou do teu sorriso'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-4024969236479320403?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4024969236479320403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=4024969236479320403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4024969236479320403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4024969236479320403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/tarde.html' title='Tarde...'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViH6i6xLMHc/TnKs03StjcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/5x7jza8qSQA/s72-c/733_Love_Kiss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8666054782127406520</id><published>2011-09-06T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:50:27.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strokes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Destino... o que seria isto? Algo que nos prega peças para que não possamos entender a vida!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por mais estranho que seja é ele que mostra o curso de nossas vidas e as vezes mostra as respostas das nossas perguntas do passado. Que perguntas seriam estas? Aquelas que um dia te deixou com insônia sem saber o que fazer ou porquê aconteceu algo sem motivo.&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/-45J8-ndbLms/Tmbpqtauo5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/e7dgWz9HtCM/s1600/29+%252816%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45J8-ndbLms/Tmbpqtauo5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/e7dgWz9HtCM/s320/29+%252816%2529a.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes me perguntei o motivo que você tinha aparecido na minha vida, pois quando mais precisei você sumiu, e fez tuas escolhas... por muito tempo sentir sua falta, quantas vezes chorei ouvindo ou apenas olhando aquele &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; roxo com meu antigo apelido escrito errado com a sua letra e do dia que foi me entregue ele, quantas vezes chorei por vê você feliz com a sua escolha e eu triste por ter perdido o meu melhor amigo!&lt;br /&gt;E agora você aparece dizendo que se arrepende por ter feito tudo aquilo comigo e diz sentir minha falta, que fui alguém muito importante na tua vida! Será que se você tivesse dito essa importância quando teve a oportunidade hoje seria diferente? Será? São tantos "Será's" na minha cabeça mais só uma resposta: &lt;b&gt;O DESTINO&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada por reaparecer e dizer que também sente minha falta... nunca vou esquecer da sua amizade...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8666054782127406520?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8666054782127406520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8666054782127406520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8666054782127406520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8666054782127406520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/strokes.html' title='The Strokes.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45J8-ndbLms/Tmbpqtauo5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/e7dgWz9HtCM/s72-c/29+%252816%2529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3681453834924568233</id><published>2011-08-24T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:02:00.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resta.</title><content type='html'>ontem parei para pensar em tudo, e vi que acabou!&amp;nbsp;ao mesmo tempo que a felicidade apareci a melancolia volta e sinto um pouco de saudade. acabei acostumando com aquilo tudo, mas um dia cansa e esse dia chegou e com ele tudo teve um fim. Agora só me resta ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Hoje o tempo voa amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Escorre pel&lt;/span&gt;as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Mesmo sem se sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Não há tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que volte amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Vamos viver tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que há pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Vamos nos permitir...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqYoZCPCsxM/TlW6zyGZNiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2f6IzRDTyFs/s1600/amar_e_viver_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqYoZCPCsxM/TlW6zyGZNiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2f6IzRDTyFs/s320/amar_e_viver_03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;enfim! agora só resta um adeus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-3681453834924568233?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3681453834924568233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3681453834924568233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3681453834924568233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3681453834924568233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/resta.html' title='resta.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqYoZCPCsxM/TlW6zyGZNiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2f6IzRDTyFs/s72-c/amar_e_viver_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7002113095716294550</id><published>2011-08-21T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:57:21.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto.</title><content type='html'>seu cheiro ainda esta em mim, só de lembrar do seu beijo sinto aquele friozinho na barriga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7002113095716294550?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7002113095716294550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7002113095716294550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7002113095716294550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7002113095716294550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/sinto.html' title='Sinto.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8630726814783867202</id><published>2011-08-18T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:46:22.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até quando?</title><content type='html'>Todos os dias a minhas consciência me atormenta, com os meu erros, e o pior com o maior deles. Não foi algo que procurei, mas permiti acontecer. Dói, ooh como dói!&lt;br /&gt;Eu trair, sim trair, a minha melhor amiga, aquela irmã de alma! Ela pode ter me perdoado, eu não! Nossa amizade não é mais a mesma, todos sempre fazem questão de lembrar, até quando tudo isso?&lt;br /&gt;Já basta tudo que está acontecendo, não quero que isso atrapalhe mais uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTt46FGmTM/Tk2kBrLuhbI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YolgmlM4VIA/s1600/cry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTt46FGmTM/Tk2kBrLuhbI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YolgmlM4VIA/s320/cry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8630726814783867202?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8630726814783867202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8630726814783867202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8630726814783867202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8630726814783867202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/ate-quando.html' title='Até quando?'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTt46FGmTM/Tk2kBrLuhbI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YolgmlM4VIA/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5881515116928857032</id><published>2011-08-15T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T19:20:17.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio.</title><content type='html'>Quando vejo o reflexo dos meus olhos no espelho, não vejo mais aquele brilho, me sinto como se estivesse vazia, sem rumo, sem saber qual próximo passo à dar. Não por causa de alguém nem nada, por minha causa, como se as decisões que venho tomando não mudasse nada, esperança existe, mais ainda está vazio aqui dentro, como se faltasse algo, o que pode ser? Cansei de tentar entender e procurar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5881515116928857032?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5881515116928857032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5881515116928857032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5881515116928857032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5881515116928857032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/vazio.html' title='Vazio.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1421207106606776502</id><published>2011-08-15T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:53:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Quando você vai devolver meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Pois só assim eu posso ser feliz, sem você!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1421207106606776502?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1421207106606776502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1421207106606776502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1421207106606776502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1421207106606776502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/sem.html' title='Sem.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2451102166254786724</id><published>2011-08-12T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:32:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esteban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://foradaminhatv.wordpress.com/2010/05/29/ponte-aerea/"&gt;Cantar&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/183671326341654451-2451102166254786724?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2451102166254786724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2451102166254786724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2451102166254786724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2451102166254786724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/esteban.html' title='Esteban'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6934787550130434372</id><published>2011-08-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:30:33.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no.</title><content type='html'>Estou me sentindo como se estivesse sentada na areia da praia e olhando para a imensidão do mar, e me sentindo um nada. como se nada que eu tivesse feito até aqui, não fez efeito nenhum, passaram tantas coisas e mudei tanto mais será que isso faz alguma diferença?&amp;nbsp;esse mundo tão grande e eu só um grão de areia por aí, sem&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;notar a minha presença, como se eu fosse algo insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;tem algo dentro de mim, uma mistura de ansiedade e nervosismo me dando sinais que algo estar por vim, bom ou ruim mais estar chegando! o que será? isso em corrói e me deixa assim distante de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;preciso de um dia sozinha, sem obrigações, um dia meu em que eu possa pensar no meu próximo passo, pensar no infinito e de como posso mudar tudo que sinto....&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/-iYSUCwd-Xvg/TkNa2PZnX6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/nL1cVFyZMeU/s1600/PICT0077a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYSUCwd-Xvg/TkNa2PZnX6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/nL1cVFyZMeU/s320/PICT0077a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-6934787550130434372?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6934787550130434372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6934787550130434372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6934787550130434372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6934787550130434372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/no.html' title='no.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYSUCwd-Xvg/TkNa2PZnX6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/nL1cVFyZMeU/s72-c/PICT0077a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-287474932510866177</id><published>2011-08-02T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:56:01.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por muito tempo vivi uma ilusão, de que se eu fosse a pessoa dos seus sonhos ia ter o teu amor de volta... ao longo do tempo continuei acreditando nisso e mudando... até que um dia abrir os olhos para o meu próprio reflexo e vi o quanto tinha mudado e não por você como me iludi e sim por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que sou hoje é graças à você, mais não vivo mais essas mudanças por ti e sim por mim... o meu amor próprio cresceu e hoje sou a Mulher que EU sempre sonhei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhDJS6Snh9A/Tjgd8S2laoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sfemb8TFxk8/s1600/29+%25282%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhDJS6Snh9A/Tjgd8S2laoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sfemb8TFxk8/s320/29+%25282%2529a.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Sumara canzi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-287474932510866177?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/287474932510866177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=287474932510866177' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/287474932510866177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/287474932510866177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu.html' title='Eu.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhDJS6Snh9A/Tjgd8S2laoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sfemb8TFxk8/s72-c/29+%25282%2529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-840197755910461183</id><published>2011-08-02T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:29:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faço das palavras deles as minhas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"Taí. Tá bom. O amor venceu. Você venceu. Venceu. Venceu. Venceu. E eu acabo de descobrir, simples assim, a única maneira de me livrar desse sentimento: aceitando ele, parando de querer ganhar dele. Te amo mesmo, talvez pra sempre. Mas nem por isso eu deixo de ser feliz ou viver minha vida. Foda-se esse amor. E foda-se você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;"Estamos exaustos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Eu por te esperar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Tu por não chegares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Vem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Não queres voltar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Estás farto de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Ou tens pouco para dar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Ou não crês nas minhas oferendas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Vem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Pousa tua teimosia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Na minha solidão..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(Cleri Bucioli)&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/183671326341654451-840197755910461183?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/840197755910461183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=840197755910461183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/840197755910461183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/840197755910461183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/faco-das-palavras-deles-as-minhas.html' title='Faço das palavras deles as minhas.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8588672046279773233</id><published>2011-08-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:04:10.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabe qual foi o meu maior erro da minha vida? Me permitir &lt;b&gt;amar-te&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois ele não tem mais volta....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8588672046279773233?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8588672046279773233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8588672046279773233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8588672046279773233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8588672046279773233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao.html' title='Não.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2995757995071326012</id><published>2011-07-30T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:59:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;'Quando olho para trás e vejo que o homem da minha vida ficou lá, me dói!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;'Quando começo a sentir borboletas no&amp;nbsp;estômago&amp;nbsp;por outro, eu travo, por lembrar do amor que sinto por você.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2995757995071326012?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2995757995071326012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2995757995071326012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2995757995071326012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2995757995071326012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/lembro.html' title='Quando&apos;s.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-577198412769090076</id><published>2011-07-22T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:19:07.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz.</title><content type='html'>Ela sempre sentia cheiro de um perfume, que chamava a atenção, toda vez perguntava que perfume era esse. Por mais que respondessem não sabia explicar o porquê lhe chamava tanta atenção, até o dia em que conheceu alguém que usava exatamente aquele perfume, e que lhe fez feliz por um tempo, pois tudo tem seu fim. Mas toda vez que ela sentia o cheiro daquele perfume novamente, sentia uma dor no fundo do seu peito de saudades e a certeza que foi feliz com o dono daquele perfume! E que perfume é esse? Só ela poderá responder, mais prefere deixar guardado dentro de suas&amp;nbsp;memórias.&lt;br /&gt;&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/-iEy29KqUrkY/TiohdHO3zVI/AAAAAAAAA-g/q3zj7t8m4yg/s1600/PICT0070a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEy29KqUrkY/TiohdHO3zVI/AAAAAAAAA-g/q3zj7t8m4yg/s320/PICT0070a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sumara Canzi, 4 de julho de 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-577198412769090076?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/577198412769090076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=577198412769090076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/577198412769090076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/577198412769090076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/feliz.html' title='Feliz.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEy29KqUrkY/TiohdHO3zVI/AAAAAAAAA-g/q3zj7t8m4yg/s72-c/PICT0070a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1810911240002026906</id><published>2011-07-22T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:11:33.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armamento.</title><content type='html'>Hoje depois de muitos acontecimentos me veio a inspiração, agora a pouco eu estava conversando com um amigo sobre um livro que me emprestou, não devolvi ainda, acabei abrindo o livro numa página em&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;chamou atenção e identifiquei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Por mais que fiquemos juntos ou separados, por mais que alguma razão isole um do outro por anos a fio, por mais que a gente se encontre uma vez na praça do bairro, você com alguém e feliz com ele, eu com alguém e feliz com ela, não se iluda. Sempre vou gostar de você. Me encontrou na rua, parece que estou completamente curado de você? É carapaça. Lá por dentro, ainda sinto o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que seja completa loucura e irresponsabilidade minha dizer isso pra você, por mais que eu possa me arrepender de ter utilizado um armamento de uso extremamente restrito, com todas as implicações do tempo, espaço, encrencas e covardias, se você aparecer de repente, já disse e repito: esquecerei letras, errarei conjugações, fingirei que estou muito bem, mas não vou estar.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que não leve a nada dizer tão agressivas palavras, por mais que não se realiza o que está escrito para a gente, vai que nessa semana que eu preciso desse isolamento, dessa retirada estratégica, esse rescaldo, eu cometa a loucura de sentir menos o que sinto hoje de mais, tenha certeza que o que &amp;nbsp;estamos vivendo hoje - mesmo se não sair disso - vai ter algo que jamais sairá da memória da minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu também sinta um puta dum bode da expressão, porque pratiquei o seu uso muito pouco mesmo, e tive um amigo que era ator e não tinha problema nenhum em dizer a frase pra qualquer uma só pra faturar uma trepada, e concordo que fico todo travado pra dizer isso, fique sabendo que falei no carro, antes de sair, por covardia. Covardia de dizer, e depois não poder segurar a bronca por todos os motivos que sabemos muito bem sabido. &lt;b&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o uso imprudente da palavra tenha me provocado tal precipitado gesto, é imperativo que você saiba que, se não for isso é algo que eu desconheço o que seja e, portanto, inédito pra mim, como é tudo mais que se refere a você.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que você é o meu lado esquerdo, e eu preciso dele para poder andar sem tropeçar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirado do Livro: Só os idiotas são felizes, Autora: Ailin Aleixo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGOTCWLr5QQ/TiofsRXXeBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AddppllXgUU/s1600/730190_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGOTCWLr5QQ/TiofsRXXeBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AddppllXgUU/s320/730190_4.jpg" width="240" /&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/183671326341654451-1810911240002026906?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1810911240002026906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1810911240002026906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1810911240002026906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1810911240002026906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/armamento.html' title='Armamento.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGOTCWLr5QQ/TiofsRXXeBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AddppllXgUU/s72-c/730190_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-727996652527421785</id><published>2011-07-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:18:36.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baka'</title><content type='html'>Desapareça de uma vez da minha vida, você e suas mentiras podiam sumir assim que eu piscar os olhos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-727996652527421785?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/727996652527421785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=727996652527421785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/727996652527421785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/727996652527421785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/baka.html' title='Baka&apos;'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3795226258052245999</id><published>2011-07-04T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:53:16.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era.</title><content type='html'>Sabe o que mais sinto falta agora? Do seu sorriso idiota pra mim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu era tão feliz quando eu tinha ele pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSlyax2rJro/ThJSYFEoiQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WpJ6P6So0y4/s1600/i_miss_you_by_alephunky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSlyax2rJro/ThJSYFEoiQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WpJ6P6So0y4/s320/i_miss_you_by_alephunky.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/183671326341654451-3795226258052245999?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3795226258052245999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3795226258052245999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3795226258052245999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3795226258052245999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/era.html' title='Era.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSlyax2rJro/ThJSYFEoiQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WpJ6P6So0y4/s72-c/i_miss_you_by_alephunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8825783558915516448</id><published>2011-07-04T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:45:44.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso.</title><content type='html'>Estou tão fraca, sem chão e sem saber o que fazer. É exatamente nesse momento que mais preciso das pessoas que amo e também é quando elas mais me magoam! E o engraçado que as pessoas que menos imagino são as que mais se preocupam comigo e ainda lembram de mim.&lt;div&gt;Eu vou ter que força daqui pra frente&amp;nbsp;independente&amp;nbsp;do que aconteça é minha vida e preciso resolve la, se tenho fugido de certas coisas a anos é agora que tenho que encara las e resolver tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque ninguém entende que quando estou assim é quando mais preciso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais algo que aprendi nesses últimos anos são que os meus problemas a minha vida EU que tenho que me virar pra resolver e ninguém tem haver com isso, egoísmo? Não sei, acho que é mais adaptação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8SLr1OKVXKE/ThJQn1bDI-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/lgwb5koOwZM/s1600/saudade_by_romeo_tango.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8SLr1OKVXKE/ThJQn1bDI-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/lgwb5koOwZM/s320/saudade_by_romeo_tango.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8825783558915516448?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8825783558915516448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8825783558915516448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8825783558915516448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8825783558915516448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/preciso.html' title='Preciso.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8SLr1OKVXKE/ThJQn1bDI-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/lgwb5koOwZM/s72-c/saudade_by_romeo_tango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1915821641643917020</id><published>2011-06-23T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:06:32.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ontem chorei novamente, aquele choro desesperado em uma sala vazia e escura perguntado ao vento o por que ainda sinto amor por ti. Já passou tanto tempo e essa ferida não se fecha, meu coração fez questão de esquecer as coisas ruins mas as boas fica insistindo em lembrar em todo momento. Queria tanto lhe esquecer já fiz de tudo, mais quando estou conseguindo você reaparece e me dar um sinal como se dizesse que não posso te esquecer que sou sua!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu preciso tanto de você, cada milimetro do meu corpo pede o seu toque, minha orelha pede a sua voz baixinha e perto dela, a minha boca pede a sua. &lt;u&gt;O que faço com todo esse amor que está guardado?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lsohPdCZ46c/TgNkIEJheWI/AAAAAAAAA-I/z3SStShhBq8/s1600/i_need_you_by_spongysponge-d30ogqr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lsohPdCZ46c/TgNkIEJheWI/AAAAAAAAA-I/z3SStShhBq8/s320/i_need_you_by_spongysponge-d30ogqr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Picture perfect memories,&lt;br /&gt;Scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone 'cause,&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/183671326341654451-1915821641643917020?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1915821641643917020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1915821641643917020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1915821641643917020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1915821641643917020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-you.html' title='I need you.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lsohPdCZ46c/TgNkIEJheWI/AAAAAAAAA-I/z3SStShhBq8/s72-c/i_need_you_by_spongysponge-d30ogqr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-4567148310808780686</id><published>2011-06-14T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:08:01.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>olhos.</title><content type='html'>é tão difícil caminhar sozinha, sentir sua falta todo instante. se você soubesse o quanto lhe amo e quanto espero de volta não faria isso. eu sei eu não assumo mas você sabe no fundo dos meus olhos quando vê los!&lt;br /&gt;&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/-U0SiMiyId0c/Tfgh-kXN1kI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MyLXmYCOw60/s1600/sozinha1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0SiMiyId0c/Tfgh-kXN1kI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MyLXmYCOw60/s1600/sozinha1.gif" /&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/183671326341654451-4567148310808780686?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4567148310808780686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=4567148310808780686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4567148310808780686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4567148310808780686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/olhos.html' title='olhos.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0SiMiyId0c/Tfgh-kXN1kI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MyLXmYCOw60/s72-c/sozinha1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6074878163557128852</id><published>2011-04-21T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:08:53.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrói</title><content type='html'>essa sensação de que tudo está mudando não sai de mim, não que eu fique triste pois era o que mais queria nestes últimos anos, e está vindo aquela ansiedade que como sempre me corrói por dentro. Obrigada meu Deus por tudo. ♥&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/-mP41_tlBqDw/TbA6bsCVWII/AAAAAAAAA90/MrdSxc2CEN8/s1600/03.04+%252873%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mP41_tlBqDw/TbA6bsCVWII/AAAAAAAAA90/MrdSxc2CEN8/s320/03.04+%252873%2529a.jpg" width="240" /&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/183671326341654451-6074878163557128852?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6074878163557128852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6074878163557128852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6074878163557128852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6074878163557128852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/corroi.html' title='Corrói'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mP41_tlBqDw/TbA6bsCVWII/AAAAAAAAA90/MrdSxc2CEN8/s72-c/03.04+%252873%2529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3936127000848588308</id><published>2011-04-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:11:26.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aviso:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinceramente queria muito que alguém não lesse esse post, por mais que seja &amp;nbsp;minha amiga e optei por isso, eu &amp;nbsp;preciso desabafar e sei que vai doer nela! Não quero que ela sinta essa dor, pois vai doer bem mais em mim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há alguns dias na minha cabeça ronda uma pergunta 'Quem se importa?' e por mais que eu tente lembrar de todos os modos nunca vi alguém que se importasse comigo mesmo, na realidade só uma pessoa! Não que ele se importava comigo, na verdade não sei, é que ele sabia dizer as coisas certas e sabia em fazer feliz mesmo tão longe, sei lá deve ser um exper em mulheres pra fazer tantas sofrerem.. mas comigo posso estar errada em falar isso agora mas pra mim foi diferente!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu lembro de cada sorriso, cada palavra dita, cada ligação não atendia (pois ele nunca atendia minhas ligações), e lembro das lágrimas derramadas no dia da verdade e no dia do adeus e algum tempo depois o dia da explicação. A razão me diz para não acreditar em cada palavra dita por ele, mas meu coração mesmo não o amando mais diz para acreditar, pois ele foi o único que soube ver através dos meus olhos a mulher que vive dentro de mim. Não a mulher no sentindo sexual e sim no sentindo da alma!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei mas o que dizer sobre ele e o sentimento de saudades que está dentro de mim, mas tenho que guarda lo eu fiz uma escolha e tenho que acata lá, esta escolha é a melhor que pude fazer senão perderia alguém que uma irmã pra mim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas algo guardarei dentro de mim pelo resto da minha vida: '&lt;u&gt;Suh você poderia não pensar no futuro?&lt;/u&gt;' e o trecho da música francesa que não sei qual mas as palavras estão guardadas em mim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1983607213"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1983607214"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlyFjV4loIQ/TZ0rL2SdBXI/AAAAAAAAA9g/neYnmIOiV9Q/s1600/03.04+%252861%2529ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlyFjV4loIQ/TZ0rL2SdBXI/AAAAAAAAA9g/neYnmIOiV9Q/s320/03.04+%252861%2529ab.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Termino esse post de hoje aos prantos, não o único que o término foi assim....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-3936127000848588308?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3936127000848588308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3936127000848588308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3936127000848588308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3936127000848588308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/razao.html' title='Razão!'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlyFjV4loIQ/TZ0rL2SdBXI/AAAAAAAAA9g/neYnmIOiV9Q/s72-c/03.04+%252861%2529ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5663437994044265474</id><published>2011-02-25T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:41:00.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseado em um sonho real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na noite do dia 25 de Fevereiro de 2011 ela teve mais um de seus sonhos especiais mas este em particular é diferente de todos parecia um filme de romance, daqueles que o amor é encontrado por acaso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Todas as manhãs de Londres, ela ia para a faculdade com a sua amiga Larissa que conhecia desde da infância;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGpoVVm-7WA/TWgTXwr6jdI/AAAAAAAAA8w/sn_XMXb5jA4/s1600/manh%25C3%25A3+de+londresa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGpoVVm-7WA/TWgTXwr6jdI/AAAAAAAAA8w/sn_XMXb5jA4/s320/manh%25C3%25A3+de+londresa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em uma dessas manhãs normais com a sua amiga indo para a sala de aula passa um homem que encontro o olhar dessa garota e ela ver o sorriso mais que perfeito nunca visto e os dois sentem algo inexplicável e o mundo para os dois! E assim foi as manhãs seguintes até uma em especial que ele vai ao encontro dela para abraça la, mas a vergonha não o permite fazer isto e abraça uma amiga que estava no caminho a menina confusa segue a sua manhã com isto em mente até que na outra manhã tem uma prova de química e estar super nervosa por ser péssima nesta matéria, ate que senta no seu local de costume no fundo da sala de aula e se distrai com a sua amiga sobre a prova mas algo misteriosamente acontece aquele dono do sorriso perfeito e do olhar em que ela ama senta ao seu lado com o seu amigo, e se apresenta:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Oi eu sou o Charlie!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela&amp;nbsp;vergonhosamente&amp;nbsp;diz seu nome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;E eu sou a Sumara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eles fizeram a prova juntos na verdade ele que fez a prova por gostar de química enquanto isso riam e &amp;nbsp;conversam bastante, depois desta manhã as outras nunca mais foram as mesmas, já sabiam que se amavam só pelos os olhares e logo começaram à namorar, não um namoro que você ver em qualquer lugar era diferente de todos os outros! Um amor raro de ser se visto e sentido os dois eram perfeitos um pro outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O sonho termina em uma linda imagem só vista em cinema: Um quarto sob a luz amarela do amanhecer,&amp;nbsp;lençóis&amp;nbsp;brancos em uma cama e os dois abraçados e felizes tendo a certeza que depois de tantas vidas de desencontros enfim haviam se encontrado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hzI6WAYqsg/TWgSbF5CyzI/AAAAAAAAA8s/x8p8U14fLoU/s1600/amanhecera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hzI6WAYqsg/TWgSbF5CyzI/AAAAAAAAA8s/x8p8U14fLoU/s1600/amanhecera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Depois desse sonho ela nunca mais foi a mesma!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duwVJ4a3_c4/TWgTnH59ybI/AAAAAAAAA80/jGnLQ7erlHk/s1600/PICT0062ajpg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duwVJ4a3_c4/TWgTnH59ybI/AAAAAAAAA80/jGnLQ7erlHk/s320/PICT0062ajpg.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sumara Canzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26 de Fevereiro de 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15:41&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5663437994044265474?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5663437994044265474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5663437994044265474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5663437994044265474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5663437994044265474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/baseado-em-um-sonho-real.html' title='Baseado em um sonho real.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGpoVVm-7WA/TWgTXwr6jdI/AAAAAAAAA8w/sn_XMXb5jA4/s72-c/manh%25C3%25A3+de+londresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3454382016399151869</id><published>2010-12-28T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:02:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja mata 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Últimos dias do ano e aparece àquela nostalgia de tudo que aconteceu neste ano, se foi bom ou ruim e quase todos os momentos aparecem naquele filme na tua mente, aqueles mais marcantes ou até mesmo aqueles que você tinha esquecido não por serem insignificantes, mas por terem acontecido tantas outras coisas que ele ficou ali no fundo da tua memória. Foram tantos choros e risadas que se for para descrever não caberia neste simples texto de despedida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;São estes últimos dias de dezembro que cai a ficha que todas as promessas que são feitas na virada de ano são só promessas e quase sempre não são compridas; e aqueles pedidos são só pedidos feitos ao vento que se for pra acontecer você que tem que lutar por isso e ter força para chegar até o fim pois o caminho não é fácil é árduo e doloroso para tudo o que queremos, nada acontece por acaso é só o seu destino batendo à sua porta, e muitas vezes pode mudá-lo é só querer! Não adianta ficar parado esperando as coisas acontecerem e só pedir a Deus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fazer algo diferente nesse fim de ano, não terá promessas e nem pedidos só uma transição de ano com energias positivas para coisas boas acontecerem e força para lutar por cada coisa que desejo fazer. E sem pensar no que poderia ter feito por ter feito um ano melhor, pois o ontem faz parte do passado e o amanhã é o que interessa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TRqjSN91cbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/cnP4kCiKqsU/s1600/PICT0084a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TRqjSN91cbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/cnP4kCiKqsU/s320/PICT0084a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensei em uma retrospectiva desse ano, cada momento traduzido em uma música, mas seria muita coisa, então só uma música que foi bastante difícil achar só uma que traduza tudo que vivi este ano.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zBxYJ1zUto4?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Seja você, isso basta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-3454382016399151869?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3454382016399151869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3454382016399151869' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3454382016399151869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3454382016399151869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/abayo.html' title='Ja mata 2010.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TRqjSN91cbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/cnP4kCiKqsU/s72-c/PICT0084a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5047051430365373587</id><published>2010-12-22T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:09:50.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pula.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'meu coração pula pra fora da boca toda vez que você fala meu nome.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TRKFLBJZabI/AAAAAAAAA7o/OMKyntKn8lU/s1600/PICT0078a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TRKFLBJZabI/AAAAAAAAA7o/OMKyntKn8lU/s320/PICT0078a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Sumara Canzi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;21:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5047051430365373587?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5047051430365373587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5047051430365373587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5047051430365373587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5047051430365373587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/pula.html' title='Pula.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TRKFLBJZabI/AAAAAAAAA7o/OMKyntKn8lU/s72-c/PICT0078a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-4597167382975672630</id><published>2010-12-20T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:52:58.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fecho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;'quando fecho os olhos me vêem aquele friozinho na barriga e só me lembro de você.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQ_6NH9tdqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/0ZC5OyfwZVI/s1600/03.12+%252852%2529ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQ_6NH9tdqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/0ZC5OyfwZVI/s320/03.12+%252852%2529ab.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sumara Canzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/183671326341654451-4597167382975672630?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4597167382975672630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=4597167382975672630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4597167382975672630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4597167382975672630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/fecho.html' title='Fecho.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQ_6NH9tdqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/0ZC5OyfwZVI/s72-c/03.12+%252852%2529ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3940135987999430574</id><published>2010-12-16T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T08:29:08.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Felicidade não tem que ser jogada na cara de ninguém, e sim ser vivida'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQo-PeUl43I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/q0NkngKkAFU/s1600/%253BP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQo-PeUl43I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/q0NkngKkAFU/s320/%253BP.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sumara Canzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26/12/2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14:21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-3940135987999430574?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3940135987999430574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3940135987999430574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3940135987999430574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3940135987999430574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/jogada.html' title='Jogada.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQo-PeUl43I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/q0NkngKkAFU/s72-c/%253BP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5799788741893251102</id><published>2010-12-09T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:36:56.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Toda história de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é um &lt;b&gt;adeus&lt;/b&gt;.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQGSPXX5BZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/bcCi3DF9wLE/s1600/adeus-lenin06.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQGSPXX5BZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/bcCi3DF9wLE/s320/adeus-lenin06.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Retirado da série: 'Afinal o que querem as mulheres?' 09/12/2010)&lt;/b&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/183671326341654451-5799788741893251102?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5799788741893251102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5799788741893251102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5799788741893251102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5799788741893251102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/adeus.html' title='Adeus.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TQGSPXX5BZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/bcCi3DF9wLE/s72-c/adeus-lenin06.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-762217601538159677</id><published>2010-12-06T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:15:55.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>' ...a dor é a unica lembrança de que ele era real'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141212; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;'Alice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141212; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;você desapareceu, como todo o resto. Com quem mais posso conversar? Estou perdida. Quando você foi embora e ele foi embora, vocês levaram tudo com vocês mas sinto a ausência dele aonde quer que eu olhe. É como se um grande buraco tivesse sido aberto no meu peito. Mas de certa forma forma estou feliz, a dor é a unica lembrança de que ele era real, de que todos vocês eram.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141212; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TP2J29HcTuI/AAAAAAAAA7I/u_XiTi4E_T0/s1600/tumblr_lcs19aXujY1qc92joo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TP2J29HcTuI/AAAAAAAAA7I/u_XiTi4E_T0/s320/tumblr_lcs19aXujY1qc92joo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141212; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141212; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; 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...a dor é a unica lembrança de que ele era real&apos;'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TP2J29HcTuI/AAAAAAAAA7I/u_XiTi4E_T0/s72-c/tumblr_lcs19aXujY1qc92joo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6627565678418821772</id><published>2010-12-03T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:48:06.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Todas as noites a minha ferida exposta sangra um pouco mais, lembrando o quanto é lindo o seu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPmPWXDuGbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/_cvi8qu0rgw/s1600/03.12+%252814%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPmPWXDuGbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/_cvi8qu0rgw/s320/03.12+%252814%2529a.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/183671326341654451-6627565678418821772?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6627565678418821772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6627565678418821772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6627565678418821772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6627565678418821772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/noites.html' title='Noites.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPmPWXDuGbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/_cvi8qu0rgw/s72-c/03.12+%252814%2529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6250490449044329105</id><published>2010-12-03T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:35:53.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Vontade de pode te ligar e ouvir sua voz e também dizer tudo que está guardado aqui dentro, e te provar que seu sorriso e seu olhar são o motivo da minha existência que ficar sem eles eu vivo em uma eterna escuridão. Volte pra minha vida que lhe provarei o que é ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPkOHnyliLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/1yY6yZBb3BU/s1600/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPkOHnyliLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/1yY6yZBb3BU/s320/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+%25287%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_25216045"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_25216046"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-6250490449044329105?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6250490449044329105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6250490449044329105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6250490449044329105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6250490449044329105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/voz.html' title='Voz.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPkOHnyliLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/1yY6yZBb3BU/s72-c/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+%25287%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6451321645225025251</id><published>2010-12-02T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:08:21.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas.</title><content type='html'>Não restam mas lágrimas à serem derramadas por você, foram tantas que acabaram se secando; afinal até as lágrimas cansam um dia e o engraçado que o meu coração não se cansou de você,&lt;br /&gt;até todos em minha volta ao ouvir seu nome se cansaram mas alguns insistem em dizer que por mais que você seja errado pra mim e a pessoa que amo, desejo incansável que este pensamento&lt;br /&gt;se torne improvável à verdade nua e crua. Lembranças devem ser esquecidas e as feridas cicatrizadas para um sorriso verdadeiro e lindo aparecer e sendo assim tudo ficar no passado&lt;br /&gt;intocado das lembranças mórbidas!&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/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPhfHgnCx9I/AAAAAAAAA68/6ecDC-My6eI/s1600/15.06+%252815%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPhfHgnCx9I/AAAAAAAAA68/6ecDC-My6eI/s320/15.06+%252815%2529a.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/183671326341654451-6451321645225025251?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6451321645225025251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6451321645225025251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6451321645225025251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6451321645225025251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/lagrimas.html' title='Lágrimas.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TPhfHgnCx9I/AAAAAAAAA68/6ecDC-My6eI/s72-c/15.06+%252815%2529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1222706561044806261</id><published>2010-11-25T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:16:15.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Afinal o que é o amor?'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quantas vezes ouvir esta pergunta em músicas ou mesmos em lindos textos, mas ninguém nunca soube responder nem eu mesma. Não me enganei, lógico que já puderam responder mas não em palavras e sim em momentos, quais momentos seriam estes? Aqueles que olhamos nos olhos da pessoa amada; No momento que encontramos com ela; quando dormimos ao lado dela. São Aqueles momentos simples e lindos que só de&amp;nbsp;lembrarmos&amp;nbsp;acontece aquele friozinho na barriga&amp;nbsp;surpreendente!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muitos&amp;nbsp;pensam&amp;nbsp;que o Amor é uma pessoa perfeita que vai aparecer na tua vida e serem felizes para sempre, não é assim o amor são pequenas coisas que podem acontecer num simples piscar de olhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas quem sou eu? Que nunca amou na vida ou mesmo desistiu de amar alguém por o destino ter tirado aquela pessoa do meu próprio caminho. Eu posso dizer coisas lindas e ter o dom das palavras como muitos dizem mas sentir mesmo acho que nunca sentir o amor, ou senti e fiz questão de apaga lo pro resto da minha vida, por escolha própria, por ver que tem coisas importantes à ocupar a cabeça e se importar, que o amor por anos seria algo fútil e que logo também iria acabar. Por muito tempo guardei um amor dentro de mim, mas o qual motivo disto? Simples ele não era pra ser meu, por mais que eu sofra calada por isso tenho que seguir tenho tantas coisas em se preocupar, mas sei que aqui dentro ainda existe este amor por mais que seja calado e sofrido ele está guardado com as recordações dos momentos perfeitos do simples olhar da pessoa amada ou mesmo o sorriso perfeito!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TO8YSp4mPNI/AAAAAAAAA64/gRzUkjdhGmw/s1600/29.05+%252819%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TO8YSp4mPNI/AAAAAAAAA64/gRzUkjdhGmw/s320/29.05+%252819%2529a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como ouvi uma vez&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;'Afinal o dom de amar não são pra todos'&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2059209868"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2059209869"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1222706561044806261?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1222706561044806261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1222706561044806261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1222706561044806261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1222706561044806261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/impossivel.html' title='Impossível.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TO8YSp4mPNI/AAAAAAAAA64/gRzUkjdhGmw/s72-c/29.05+%252819%2529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8838049386828385277</id><published>2010-11-21T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:40:42.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressaca Moral.</title><content type='html'>É tão estranho como o tempo passa rápido e certas continuam no mesmo lugar. Eu não sinto vontade de apagar as coisas que fiz no passado foram tão boas, só sinto vontade de fazer um novo começo, aliás já tinha passado da hora, Cresci e amadureci estar na hora de mostrar quem é a nova Sumara Canzi, aquela que tem uma personalidade que&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;aguenta mas sabe muito bem o que quer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TOnKCC4degI/AAAAAAAAA6o/12Ai2eeIR5s/s1600/PICT0446a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TOnKCC4degI/AAAAAAAAA6o/12Ai2eeIR5s/s400/PICT0446a.jpg" width="400" /&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/183671326341654451-8838049386828385277?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8838049386828385277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8838049386828385277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8838049386828385277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8838049386828385277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/ressaca-moral.html' title='Ressaca Moral.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TOnKCC4degI/AAAAAAAAA6o/12Ai2eeIR5s/s72-c/PICT0446a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7192396447073550248</id><published>2010-11-08T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:17:39.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;' A minha vida são as minhas escolhas, por este motivo sou feliz'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TNi9H0qqksI/AAAAAAAAA6A/tnjMcMOb30k/s1600/PICT0011a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TNi9H0qqksI/AAAAAAAAA6A/tnjMcMOb30k/s320/PICT0011a.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sumara Canzi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;26/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7192396447073550248?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7192396447073550248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7192396447073550248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7192396447073550248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7192396447073550248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/minha-vida-sao-as-minhas-escolhas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TNi9H0qqksI/AAAAAAAAA6A/tnjMcMOb30k/s72-c/PICT0011a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3147794390482422514</id><published>2010-10-07T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:09:42.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca esqueça.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;hoje eu disse adeus ao nosso amor&lt;/b&gt;, sempre foi necessário fazer isso mas nunca quis e sempre tentei evitar. mas hoje era&amp;nbsp;inevitável, nunca esqueça que te &lt;s&gt;amei&lt;/s&gt; mas &lt;i&gt;hoje mais do que nunca preciso viver minha vida real.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TK5gg1Pw1DI/AAAAAAAAA58/Vht65598kRQ/s1600/PICT0014a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TK5gg1Pw1DI/AAAAAAAAA58/Vht65598kRQ/s320/PICT0014a.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/183671326341654451-3147794390482422514?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3147794390482422514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3147794390482422514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3147794390482422514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3147794390482422514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/nunca-esqueca.html' title='nunca esqueça.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TK5gg1Pw1DI/AAAAAAAAA58/Vht65598kRQ/s72-c/PICT0014a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5170748372100009076</id><published>2010-10-01T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:26:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;eu continuei acordando e indo dormir todos os dias querendo ser mais feliz para ele, mais bonita para ele, mais mulher para ele. Até que algo sensacional aconteceu. Um belo dia eu acordei tão bonita, tão feliz, tão realizada,&lt;b&gt; tão mulher&lt;/b&gt; que eu acabei me tornando mulher demais para ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele quem mesmo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TKamHXbjsgI/AAAAAAAAA54/kLqZ1wCn0SU/s1600/10.05aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TKamHXbjsgI/AAAAAAAAA54/kLqZ1wCn0SU/s320/10.05aa.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5170748372100009076?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5170748372100009076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5170748372100009076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5170748372100009076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5170748372100009076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-tempo-passou.html' title='O tempo passou...'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TKamHXbjsgI/AAAAAAAAA54/kLqZ1wCn0SU/s72-c/10.05aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2971334360057757395</id><published>2010-09-15T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:23:40.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho.</title><content type='html'>Hoje estava pensando, na verdade há vários meses após uma pergunta da minha mãe "O que te leva a gostar tanto do Japão?', eu comecei a querer responder essa pergunta pra mim mesma, pois nunca tinha parado pra pensar nisso só em querer ir mesmo e estudar cada vez mais esse pais que eu sinto como se fosse minha outra casa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Então essa pergunta num sai mas da minha cabeça, logo após começou à passar um programa no Multishow chamado&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://multishow.globo.com/Urbano/index.shtml"&gt;Urbano&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que foi gravado no Japão exatamente em&amp;nbsp;Tókio e começou a fazer eu me apaixonar cada vez mas e abrir meus olhos para resposta da pergunta em questão. Este programa mostrou desde da&amp;nbsp;Culinária&amp;nbsp;à Cultura Japonesa, de tudo um pouco e&amp;nbsp;principalmente&amp;nbsp;das coisas que eu amo daquele lugar e como ela diz na abertura: 'Ir ao japão sempre foi meu sonho, por estar exatamente do outro lado do mundo..'(é quase isso que ela fala), ela mostrou detalhes e lugares que eu nunca tinha visto antes, pessoas interessantes e de como aquele Pais de 1º mundo ama o Brasil, estranho neh? mas é verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Voltando para a pergunta o que me leva à amar e querer tanto ir ao Japão é a cultura deles que me apaixonei, o modo deles verem o mundo e as pessoas, o modo que eles cresceram e se tornaram o que são hoje, o modo da cultura deles serem ao contrário de todas, até modo de ler um livro começa do fim, é um pais que é super moderno mas quando você vira a esquina você ver uma rua tradicional linda até com templos budistas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TJGAKy-meJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/UWLEAjt2NNU/s1600/tokyo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TJGAKy-meJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/UWLEAjt2NNU/s320/tokyo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As vezes sinto que lá é mas meu lugar do que aqui, que algo me chama para lá dizendo que meu destino e o rumo da minha vida só será completo ali!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2971334360057757395?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2971334360057757395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2971334360057757395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2971334360057757395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2971334360057757395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonho.html' title='Sonho.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TJGAKy-meJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/UWLEAjt2NNU/s72-c/tokyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1551014470852839420</id><published>2010-08-11T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:33:41.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu te amo mesmo sabendo que é errado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1551014470852839420?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1551014470852839420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1551014470852839420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1551014470852839420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1551014470852839420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-te-amo-mesmo-sabendo-que-e-errado.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8843448931121953568</id><published>2010-07-26T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:26:17.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gomen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Desculpe, eu sou essa garota solitária que vive um buraco enorme dentro dela chamado solidão e que insiste doer à todo tempo e dizer que todos que a ama vão embora!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TE5Rx39o24I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5_jFHv5lX4k/s1600/3485980-md.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TE5Rx39o24I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5_jFHv5lX4k/s320/3485980-md.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8843448931121953568?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8843448931121953568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8843448931121953568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8843448931121953568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8843448931121953568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/gomen.html' title='Gomen.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TE5Rx39o24I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5_jFHv5lX4k/s72-c/3485980-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6914843836849404025</id><published>2010-07-26T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:18:49.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Há muito tempo atrás eu amei, foi alguém que me fez acreditar em coisas que nunca me importei, mas um tempo depois ele se foi levando todos os meus sonhos e meus planos, desde então nunca mais fui a mesma decidindo assim seguir minha vida pensando que quem sabe um dia iria amar novamente! Mas não acabei criando um mundo onde eu fugia de todos, poderia 'acreditar' que estava apaixonada, mas um tempo junto com a pessoa começava a fugir de tudo aquilo dizendo que era só ilusão da minha cabeça, na verdade eu não seguir minha vida eu parei no tempo e criei a solidão dentro de mim, algo que eu nem sei como pode ter ficado tão forte, pois me faz chorar em todos os momentos que estou só. Por mais que ria com os amigos e se divirta, quando deita a cabeça no&amp;nbsp;travesseiro&amp;nbsp;a solidão volta com uma dor de um buraco aberto, uma cicatriz que arde todas as vezes que uma corrente de ar passa por perto, posso ter esquecido quem amei no passado mais a dor dessa solidão em que não deixo ninguém entrar &amp;nbsp;dói todos os dias. Quando penso enfim que alguém apareceu e possa amar enfim novamente, aparece os obstáculos eu luto contra eles, mais eles são maiores que tudo e a solidão insiste em voltar!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não posso errar mas, com mais ninguém as pessoas que estão ao meu redor são as únicas que a solidão não às expulsou de mim, só porque apareceu alguém que diz querer me amar não posso, eu sei que alguém ao meu redor vai se machucar ou eu mesma porque sempre idealizo demais os outros querendo achar o que não acho dentro de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TE4uOcG1VWI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/BF7-_QaomKc/s1600/21.02.2009+(31)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TE4uOcG1VWI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/BF7-_QaomKc/s320/21.02.2009+(31)a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nasci para ser sozinha e continuarei assim!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-6914843836849404025?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6914843836849404025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6914843836849404025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6914843836849404025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6914843836849404025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/solidao.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TE4uOcG1VWI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/BF7-_QaomKc/s72-c/21.02.2009+(31)a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2650598870728354191</id><published>2010-07-21T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:36:45.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Você voltou assim do nada e agora me trouxe todas as lembranças e sentimentos que não queria sentir novamente, diz que tem explicação à dar mas não sabe dizer! Por mais que dentro de mim eu acredite nas suas desculpas eu prefiro seguir razão que são todas mentiras.... dentro de mim bem no fundo ainda te quero e agora você vai ter que fazer por onde me ter de volta!&lt;/i&gt;&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/_5CWspPnc_1w/TEcF7y3_sXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/TMvpU7lLWrs/s1600/PICT0042abb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TEcF7y3_sXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/TMvpU7lLWrs/s320/PICT0042abb.jpg" /&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/183671326341654451-2650598870728354191?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2650598870728354191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2650598870728354191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2650598870728354191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2650598870728354191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/volta.html' title='Volta.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TEcF7y3_sXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/TMvpU7lLWrs/s72-c/PICT0042abb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1322114283103926641</id><published>2010-07-17T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:59:23.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era dia 28 de Julho de 2008,</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...mais um dia norma em um site de fotos quando a SuhCanzi recebeu um comentário de uma garota que havia visitado no dia anterior, que dizia: "&lt;i&gt;Volte sempre&lt;/i&gt;". E desde então ela voltou mas e mas vezes surgindo uma nova amizade entre essa garota e a SuhCanzi. As duas tinham uma amizade em comum e também descobriram várias outras coisas e gostos em comum, que foram tão fortes que se tornaram &lt;b&gt;irmãs. &lt;/b&gt;De uma forma&amp;nbsp;inexplicável&amp;nbsp;as duas não se desgrudaram mas, mesmo morando em&amp;nbsp;países&amp;nbsp;diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Assim foram 2 anos de uma amizade verdadeira e simples, ai então a tal garota tomou certas atitudes que fizeram a mãe dela ligar para o Brasil atrás de noticias da filha com a Suh, foi quando ela se deparou com a maior decisão que podia tomar, se continuaria com esta amizade aceitando as atitudes da sua "irmã" ou mesmo fazer o que era certo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ela tomou a decisão de fazer o que era certo, deu noticias da "irmã" para a mãe desesperada, ocultando&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;algo maior que ela sabia e que tinha prometido que não iria contar pra&amp;nbsp;ninguém, pois se colocou no lugar das duas e sentiu a dor de perder um filho e errar em certas coisas, mas ela sabia e foi alertada também das consequências dessa decisão.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Logo depois as consequências que ela esperava chegaram, exatamente dia 16 de Julho de 2010, após 18 dias que as duas completaram os grandes 2 anos de irmandade, tudo se acabou... a irmã da Suh não quis mais, pois ela perdeu a confiança dela e resolveu seguir sem a Suh. Quando a Suh foi alertada das consequências À avisaram que ela seria perdoada um dia e era o melhor que ela podia fazer no momento, mas as esperanças dela foram jogadas ao buraco, ela sabia que tinha acontecido e ela &lt;b&gt;perdeu&lt;/b&gt; a sua amizade; a sua metade perfeita; a sua irmã mais nova que nunca teve... ela se foi talvez para nunca mais voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Agora a SuhCanzi tem a consciência limpa do que fez e sabe o valor da dor que sente e a falta que já sente da sua amiga, num para de chorar ou mesmo pensar em outra coisa... ela só queria que a sua amiga entendesse e a perdoasse, pois ela à &lt;b&gt;AMA&lt;/b&gt; muito e perdeu seu chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Escrito por Sumara Canzi da Silva como um desabafo minutos após o Adeus de sua amiga &lt;s&gt;Rubielli Fujisawa&lt;/s&gt;."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TEJDz_aQfUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/o2kbeIapP-Y/s1600/PICT0072+modifiedaab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TEJDz_aQfUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/o2kbeIapP-Y/s320/PICT0072+modifiedaab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17/07/2010 02:48&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1322114283103926641?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1322114283103926641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1322114283103926641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1322114283103926641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1322114283103926641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/era-dia-28-de-julho-de-2008.html' title='Era dia 28 de Julho de 2008,'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TEJDz_aQfUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/o2kbeIapP-Y/s72-c/PICT0072+modifiedaab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6034917350624888041</id><published>2010-07-04T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:00:37.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explodiu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você abriu um &lt;b&gt;buraco&lt;/b&gt; enorme dentro do meu peito, e quando eu tinha certeza que ele tinha se fechado surgiu teu nome de volta à minha vida e ele &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;explodiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Em todos os momentos ele dói!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que algum dia ele irá se fechar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TDE8caqoZqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0IRdixAIAM0/s1600/03.07a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="60" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TDE8caqoZqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0IRdixAIAM0/s320/03.07a.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/183671326341654451-6034917350624888041?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6034917350624888041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6034917350624888041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6034917350624888041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6034917350624888041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/explodiu.html' title='Explodiu.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TDE8caqoZqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0IRdixAIAM0/s72-c/03.07a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2360448253497168432</id><published>2010-06-07T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:49:50.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gueixa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;'O&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;coração&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;morre&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;lentamente perdendo as esperanças como folhas de outono. Até que, um dia, nada resta. Nenhuma esperança. Não resta nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Ela se pinta para esconder o rosto&lt;/b&gt;, seus olhos são águas profundas. Gueixas não tem desejos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Gueixas não tem sentimentos&lt;/b&gt;. A gueixa é uma artista de um mundo imaginário. Ela dança. Ela canta. Ela o entretém. O resto é&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;escuridão&lt;/b&gt;. O resto é&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;segredo&lt;/b&gt;. Gueixas não são cortesãs. E também não somos esposas. Vendemos nossos talentos, não nossos corpos. Criamos um mundo secreto, um lugar somente de belezas. O termo “gueixa” significa “artista”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;E ser uma gueixa é ser julgada como uma obra de arte em movimento&lt;/b&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TA2vv_xQY3I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/uEkk1fq1FmI/s1600/memorias-de-uma-gueixa-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TA2vv_xQY3I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/uEkk1fq1FmI/s400/memorias-de-uma-gueixa-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/183671326341654451-2360448253497168432?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2360448253497168432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2360448253497168432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2360448253497168432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2360448253497168432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/gueixa.html' title='Gueixa'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TA2vv_xQY3I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/uEkk1fq1FmI/s72-c/memorias-de-uma-gueixa-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2053509079256179514</id><published>2010-06-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:04:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;De todos que me beijaram, de todos que me abraçaram, já não me lembro, nem sei! São tantos os que me amaram, são tantos os que amei! Mas tu (que rude contraste), tu- que &lt;b&gt;jamais&lt;/b&gt; me beijastes, tu- que jamais abracei, &lt;b&gt;só tu nesta alma ficastes,&lt;/b&gt; de todos os que amei!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TAseSon5JtI/AAAAAAAAA4E/8kVHRote3uU/s1600/OgAAANLZojO5PtkoApTLXKsO-9iaMOV6EUNlhxIN25t60oDHXU-yso1BUwoJ1V9G4xr18VfSbF6Kq5U3w4P0EFmXJWUAm1T1UPA0VjJ0e-DNBacPdTChO7gOsfvn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TAseSon5JtI/AAAAAAAAA4E/8kVHRote3uU/s320/OgAAANLZojO5PtkoApTLXKsO-9iaMOV6EUNlhxIN25t60oDHXU-yso1BUwoJ1V9G4xr18VfSbF6Kq5U3w4P0EFmXJWUAm1T1UPA0VjJ0e-DNBacPdTChO7gOsfvn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Setúbal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2053509079256179514?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2053509079256179514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2053509079256179514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2053509079256179514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2053509079256179514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/jamais.html' title='Jamais.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TAseSon5JtI/AAAAAAAAA4E/8kVHRote3uU/s72-c/OgAAANLZojO5PtkoApTLXKsO-9iaMOV6EUNlhxIN25t60oDHXU-yso1BUwoJ1V9G4xr18VfSbF6Kq5U3w4P0EFmXJWUAm1T1UPA0VjJ0e-DNBacPdTChO7gOsfvn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8621196768303256563</id><published>2010-06-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:56:21.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Todos nós um dia erramos e fazemos escolhas achando serem certas, mais quando algo&amp;nbsp;incontrolável&amp;nbsp;aparece ficamos cegos e no final quando vemos que erramos e magoamos alguém, vemos que nada é pra sempre e suas escolhas sempre tem consequências, para algumas pessoas podem demorar que são aquelas que te fizeram mal!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não adianta se entregar a dor e sofrimento pelas consequências ruins que a vida lhe trouxe, tem que encarar de frente assumir o erro e tenta conserta lo daqui pra frente, foi assim que fiz! Não sei exatamente se a escolha que acabei de fazer foi a certa, mas foi a mais sensata e verdadeira&amp;nbsp;possível! Só mais uma chance, só mais uma tentativa, não escolhi por estar sofrendo e sim por vim de dentro de mim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TAUY-OySPvI/AAAAAAAAA38/kNSQBx-V84g/s1600/30.05+(1)aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TAUY-OySPvI/AAAAAAAAA38/kNSQBx-V84g/s320/30.05+(1)aa.jpg" /&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/183671326341654451-8621196768303256563?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8621196768303256563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8621196768303256563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8621196768303256563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8621196768303256563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/chances.html' title='Chances.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/TAUY-OySPvI/AAAAAAAAA38/kNSQBx-V84g/s72-c/30.05+(1)aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2514106061504527019</id><published>2010-05-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:54:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor.</title><content type='html'>Meu coração dói tanto, mesmo tentando ocupar a cabeça todo instante ele insistir em doer e me fazer chorar!&lt;br /&gt;Dói saber que num procurei nada disso, que veio até à mim, que novamente me vejo sem chão! Mas dessa vez é diferente, estou sem forças completamente, não vejo mais esperanças nos meus olhos, num vejo mais uma luz no fundo do&amp;nbsp;túnel! Porque agora só consigo enxergar as mentiras que me iludiram, e me fizeram chegar até aqui, sendo que nunca fiz mau pra&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;e só recebo isso!&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada, sinceramente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisto!&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/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_3e198y3RI/AAAAAAAAA30/CPBg3d2CLVY/s1600/mar%C3%A7o10+(46)ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_3e198y3RI/AAAAAAAAA30/CPBg3d2CLVY/s320/mar%C3%A7o10+(46)ab.jpg" /&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/183671326341654451-2514106061504527019?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2514106061504527019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2514106061504527019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2514106061504527019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2514106061504527019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dor.html' title='Dor.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_3e198y3RI/AAAAAAAAA30/CPBg3d2CLVY/s72-c/mar%C3%A7o10+(46)ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-4369957030848668969</id><published>2010-05-25T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:18:13.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando você surgiu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xnwguJKKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/fmZ0NOH28Cs/s1600/29.04+(2)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xnwguJKKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/fmZ0NOH28Cs/s320/29.04+(2)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Quando você disse adeus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xoiauga_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Gg0t8AF-yXA/s1600/25.05+(3)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xoiauga_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Gg0t8AF-yXA/s1600/25.05+(3)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xoiauga_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Gg0t8AF-yXA/s320/25.05+(3)a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xoiauga_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Gg0t8AF-yXA/s1600/25.05+(3)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xoiauga_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Gg0t8AF-yXA/s1600/25.05+(3)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-4369957030848668969?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4369957030848668969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=4369957030848668969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4369957030848668969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4369957030848668969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/adeus.html' title='Adeus.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_xnwguJKKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/fmZ0NOH28Cs/s72-c/29.04+(2)a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6255085697300408583</id><published>2010-05-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:27:16.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;'De todo o amor que tenho, metade foi tu quem me deu!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_NajU5FeHI/AAAAAAAAA20/HGY5_5WpBvU/s1600/OgAAABJS3SBAzU4GsbnLtt8tmokKyBNn3MsBiMgGm6TGTNtZDJuyI3fTaGUuW8kvNtKDCgWwgFcy53RwTeo1Tk4XbIAAm1T1ULF6Qaa2PIMW7eLh0ynF0gIJuBoE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_NajU5FeHI/AAAAAAAAA20/HGY5_5WpBvU/s320/OgAAABJS3SBAzU4GsbnLtt8tmokKyBNn3MsBiMgGm6TGTNtZDJuyI3fTaGUuW8kvNtKDCgWwgFcy53RwTeo1Tk4XbIAAm1T1ULF6Qaa2PIMW7eLh0ynF0gIJuBoE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-6255085697300408583?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6255085697300408583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6255085697300408583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6255085697300408583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6255085697300408583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-todo-o-amor-que-tenho-metade-foi-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_NajU5FeHI/AAAAAAAAA20/HGY5_5WpBvU/s72-c/OgAAABJS3SBAzU4GsbnLtt8tmokKyBNn3MsBiMgGm6TGTNtZDJuyI3fTaGUuW8kvNtKDCgWwgFcy53RwTeo1Tk4XbIAAm1T1ULF6Qaa2PIMW7eLh0ynF0gIJuBoE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6839708294234708134</id><published>2010-05-18T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:48:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por onde passo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Por onde passo sempre reparo o que está em minha volta:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vejo pessoas rindo; vejo pessoas chorando, vejo pessoas olhando e pensando no tempo; vejo pessoas pregando; vejo pessoas amando; vejo pessoas odiando; vejo pessoas brigando; vejo pessoas bebendo; vejo o carro passando ao meu lado em segundos; vejo a lua brilhando; vejo um cemitério onde estão todos que já foram para o desconhecido!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_NDEcSYTqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jQreXbRR4_0/s1600/27.04+(2)aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_NDEcSYTqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jQreXbRR4_0/s320/27.04+(2)aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu? Alguem me ver?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/183671326341654451-6839708294234708134?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6839708294234708134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6839708294234708134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6839708294234708134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6839708294234708134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-onde-passo.html' title='Por onde passo...'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_NDEcSYTqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jQreXbRR4_0/s72-c/27.04+(2)aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5391543917154541545</id><published>2010-05-16T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:29:16.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ando tão desanimada, desanimada com a vida e tudo que lhe oferece. Pois quando penso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que serei feliz acontece algo e me derruba, o que adianta eu lutar tanto pelas coisas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que depois vão tira lás de mim! Me preocupo demais com os outros, e alguem se preocupa comigo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguem olha pra mim e enxerga meus olhos de zumbis? Não!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninguem quer realmente olhar pra dentro de mim e ver que to me tornando escrava dos outros!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou cansada, alguem me ajude?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_ArT3Hk0LI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qLsTOPdQvpU/s1600/mar%C3%A7o10+(24)aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_ArT3Hk0LI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qLsTOPdQvpU/s320/mar%C3%A7o10+(24)aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5391543917154541545?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5391543917154541545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5391543917154541545' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5391543917154541545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5391543917154541545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Dead.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S_ArT3Hk0LI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qLsTOPdQvpU/s72-c/mar%C3%A7o10+(24)aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1027203027976386146</id><published>2010-04-19T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:05:36.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'meu &lt;s&gt;amor&lt;/s&gt; por ti está virando amizade, mais ainda te desejo.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: Sumara Canzi, 18/04/2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/183671326341654451-1027203027976386146?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1027203027976386146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1027203027976386146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1027203027976386146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1027203027976386146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/meu-amor-por-ti-esta-virando-amizade.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7222613794352494874</id><published>2010-04-04T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:50:01.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ator?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sou o ator, sou espetaculo, sou espectador'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Etno - Revolução silenciosa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos nós somos os atores principais de nossas próprias vidas, nnão adianta tentar que colocar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a suas&amp;nbsp;prioridades&amp;nbsp;e seus sonhos em segundo plano,tentando assim fugir de suas dores que te corroem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;todo o tempo, trazendo a vida dos outros como ponto principal de sua vida!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do que adianta tentar fugir das dores se elas vão te matirizar todas as noites quando deitar a cabeça no travesseiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S7k6NtJowZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/s9VDgEEx_Ew/s1600/OgAAACFI5a5FzO7gp_XOo85oOQPnsvPGL1QZS6u4nfj4mQGty2dS3Fne4mTzpEIrJJXejmDDMjOI5Ft3Ul8WC1pBBZIAm1T1UHLHbIHu2DleAOz8dSHfsQbYfARL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S7k6NtJowZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/s9VDgEEx_Ew/s320/OgAAACFI5a5FzO7gp_XOo85oOQPnsvPGL1QZS6u4nfj4mQGty2dS3Fne4mTzpEIrJJXejmDDMjOI5Ft3Ul8WC1pBBZIAm1T1UHLHbIHu2DleAOz8dSHfsQbYfARL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Consciência sempre cobrará o seu papel principal, assim sendo, mostrando a verdade, abrindo os olhos para a tal da luta pela felicidade, o grande sonho irreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7222613794352494874?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7222613794352494874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7222613794352494874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7222613794352494874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7222613794352494874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou-o-ator-sou-espetaculo-sou.html' title='Ator?'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S7k6NtJowZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/s9VDgEEx_Ew/s72-c/OgAAACFI5a5FzO7gp_XOo85oOQPnsvPGL1QZS6u4nfj4mQGty2dS3Fne4mTzpEIrJJXejmDDMjOI5Ft3Ul8WC1pBBZIAm1T1UHLHbIHu2DleAOz8dSHfsQbYfARL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5421866128681214261</id><published>2010-03-29T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:29:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insegurança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="palavra"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;‘insegurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;: &lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;in+segurança&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;Falta de segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;Qualidade de inseguro.&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelis.uol.com.br/moderno/portugues/index.php?lingua=portugues-portugues&amp;amp;palavra=inseguran%E7a"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://michaelis.uol.com.br/moderno/portugues/index.php?lingua=portugues-portugues&amp;amp;palavra=inseguran%E7a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S7FF4HSgm6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/IxrGx7z4MXc/s1600/OgAAAL7_pB-SJ1GGYJwtRd7sKGwxBdH1kioCCvERrJZT2Cv5qhX2HO3tYQh8woTr8Pznn1G_mQ8UA8Vke0GCNKASe0IAm1T1UJ6qF6cpkyVCePEOIlqoXjaF7gY3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S7FF4HSgm6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/IxrGx7z4MXc/s320/OgAAAL7_pB-SJ1GGYJwtRd7sKGwxBdH1kioCCvERrJZT2Cv5qhX2HO3tYQh8woTr8Pznn1G_mQ8UA8Vke0GCNKASe0IAm1T1UJ6qF6cpkyVCePEOIlqoXjaF7gY3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nós sentimos inseguros quando tem algo importante há acontecer, quando o nosso futuro esta para ser decidido, ou mesmo em um relacionamento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todos os dias durmo e acordo com este sentimento dentro de mim, com medo de ouvir o que não quero e que mais fujo e faço de tudo para não acontecer, mas quanto mais fujo e luto para isso não acontecer a insegurança volta para me atormentar, para trazer a dor e ansiedade para me martirizar e acabar comigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/183671326341654451-5421866128681214261?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5421866128681214261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5421866128681214261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5421866128681214261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5421866128681214261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/inseguranca.html' title='Insegurança.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S7FF4HSgm6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/IxrGx7z4MXc/s72-c/OgAAAL7_pB-SJ1GGYJwtRd7sKGwxBdH1kioCCvERrJZT2Cv5qhX2HO3tYQh8woTr8Pznn1G_mQ8UA8Vke0GCNKASe0IAm1T1UJ6qF6cpkyVCePEOIlqoXjaF7gY3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2878905586450328770</id><published>2010-03-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:57:28.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Science.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S6pSFciFQ0I/AAAAAAAAA14/W9rBHr3CnTE/s1600/tumblr_kx831x6kto1qajmtio1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S6pSFciFQ0I/AAAAAAAAA14/W9rBHr3CnTE/s320/tumblr_kx831x6kto1qajmtio1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Retirado do gritepoesias.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/183671326341654451-2878905586450328770?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2878905586450328770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2878905586450328770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2878905586450328770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2878905586450328770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/chico-science.html' title='Chico Science.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S6pSFciFQ0I/AAAAAAAAA14/W9rBHr3CnTE/s72-c/tumblr_kx831x6kto1qajmtio1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3260972292423250821</id><published>2010-03-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:38:22.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Já pensei em te largar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém é por você que fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Sei que nunca fui perfeito, mas com você eu posso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Até eu mesmo que você vai entender. ’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jota Quest – O que eu também não entendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Em apenas uma semana como pode mudar tanto o meu modo de agir e pensar em certas situações e que são tantos sentimentos em questões de segundos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Como eu queria ter certeza de tudo que está acontecendo, como eu queria ter certeza que vai dar certo, como eu queria ter certeza de que nada disso vai acabar e vamos conseguir ultrapassar as nossas próprias barreiras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;No final de semana pensei muito em deixar tudo isso pra lá e desistir de algum modo de mim mesma, sendo assim não me machucaria mais dando certo ou não! Mais não do nada pareceu à certeza que não poderia deixar simplesmente pra lá tudo isso, não posso desistir, tenho que ser forte por nós dois!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;‘Agora o que vamos fazer, eu também não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Afinal, será que amar é mesmo tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Se isso não é amor, o que mais pode ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Estou aprendendo também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;. ’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jota Quest – O que eu também não entendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; 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font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S6jmcUqKmjI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rnQR4DsE1xQ/s1600-h/PICT0001ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S6jmcUqKmjI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rnQR4DsE1xQ/s320/PICT0001ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/183671326341654451-3260972292423250821?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3260972292423250821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3260972292423250821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3260972292423250821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3260972292423250821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/S6jmcUqKmjI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rnQR4DsE1xQ/s72-c/PICT0001ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8963888597772281736</id><published>2010-02-11T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:25:41.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Não acomodar com o que incomoda"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engraçado como as pessoas vivem reclamando e continuam convivendo com aquilo que incomodam! Como diz a uma música do O Teatro Mágico &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Não acomodar com o que incomoda"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;, o porque disso?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As pessoas se contentam com tão pouco, eu não aguento mais isso, não aguento mais ouvir reclamações sobre coisas tão simples! Por que quase&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;saber dizer não quando não se tem sentimento verdadeiro? Que elas preferem continuar no erro e acomodando com aquilo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acho que por isso nasci pra ser sozinha, porque de verdade não tenho paciência com&amp;nbsp;ironias, grosserias e mentiras!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8963888597772281736?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8963888597772281736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8963888597772281736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8963888597772281736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8963888597772281736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-acomodar-com-o-que-incomoda.html' title='&quot;Não acomodar com o que incomoda&quot;'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-3311212520336105914</id><published>2009-12-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:09:34.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra sempre?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O que é pra sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A amizade (virtual ou real) sendo verdadeira;&lt;br /&gt;- A família mesmo entre brigas;&lt;br /&gt;- A música que te faz feliz;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha pra céu num dia lindo;&lt;br /&gt;- A chuva nas melhores tardes;&lt;br /&gt;- As lembranças da infância;&lt;br /&gt;- Os estudos;&lt;br /&gt;- As histórias;&lt;br /&gt;- A sua banda preferida (mesmo ela acabando);&lt;br /&gt;- O amor verdadeiro;&lt;br /&gt;- Recordações de uma tarde de verão;&lt;br /&gt;- Amor de mãe;&lt;br /&gt;- Amor de irmão;&lt;br /&gt;- Aquela decisão que muda sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não é pra sempre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Palavras ditas em vão;&lt;br /&gt;- Paixão;&lt;br /&gt;- ódio;&lt;br /&gt;- Coisas materiais;&lt;br /&gt;- Cartas;&lt;br /&gt;- Fotos;&lt;br /&gt;- Carro;&lt;br /&gt;- Casa;&lt;br /&gt;- Casamento;&lt;br /&gt;- Namoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é pra sempre quando não é verdadeiro, não importa o que aconteça se você não sonhar e lutar pelo aquilo que queres ou der valor nas coisas simples da vida nada vai dar certo!&lt;br /&gt;O maior culpado de tudo que aconteça em sua vida é você, você é o ator principal, não adianta culpar ninguém pelos seus atos, pois será você mesmo que irá ser atingido por tudo que faz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então pense antes de fazer algo, lute pelo o que sonha e almeja, Sonhe  pois é o alicerce de sua vida, Ame como se não houvesse amanhã e Seja você mesmo que ninguém lhe aceite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assinado: Sumara Canzi no dia 14 de dezembro de 2009 às 21 horas e 05 minutos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-3311212520336105914?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3311212520336105914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=3311212520336105914' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3311212520336105914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/3311212520336105914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/12/pra-sempre.html' title='Pra sempre?'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-489559884464687485?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/489559884464687485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=489559884464687485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/489559884464687485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/489559884464687485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SveflJu-ufI/AAAAAAAAA0c/xSvDnwdea9M/s72-c/PICT0042a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2922545255459759034</id><published>2009-10-08T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:29:45.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/Ss4hgN7v7CI/AAAAAAAAA0M/bxydvJYJmvE/s1600-h/luz+(1)+modifiedaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" 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tinha tudo o que uma moça que morava no Interior queria ter... Essa moça da capital tinha cabelos longos, e uma simpatia que cativava qualquer ser vivo, de qualquer planeta... E cativou a moça do interior... E a moça do interior começou perceber que a moça da capital era especial de verdade, e elas começaram descobrir que o passado as aproximava, como se elas sempre tivessem vivido juntas, como se a capital e o interior fosse mais próximo do que dois cômodos de uma mesma casa. E essa moça da capital proporcionou à moça do interior conhecimento de coisas que ela jamais sonhara em conhecer, sentimentos que ela não imaginava que pudessem acontecer com tanta intensidade, uma relação de confiança e amizade que ela jamais havia conhecido em outros tempos, nem com outras moças, ou moços... E assim, de mansinho, com um jeito todo urbano e particular, a moça da capital conquistou mais que a amizade da moça do interior, ela conquistou a admiração... E hoje, a moça do interior tem total certeza de que um dia, mais cedo ou mais tarde, encontrará sua melhor amiga... A moça da capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto: Thalita Simoni&lt;br /&gt;Para: Sumara Canzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Thalita (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7524975033413829579?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7524975033413829579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7524975033413829579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7524975033413829579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7524975033413829579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-porcaria-qualquer-pra-uma-trankera.html' title='Uma porcaria qualquer pra uma Trankera!'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1191340660597184071</id><published>2009-09-20T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:50:40.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu coração não é de ferro (y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1191340660597184071?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1191340660597184071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1191340660597184071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1191340660597184071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1191340660597184071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-coracao-nao-e-de-ferro-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6415074527593441594</id><published>2009-08-27T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:18:12.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo te</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Eu não estou aproveitando de ti como às outras e sim te amando! Cansei de fingir tudo isso, não sei até quando poderei segurar esse sentimento é só me dar uma chance, ai você verá o tanto que vale a pena!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu te amo como nunca amei ninguém, você é único em minha vida, por mais que eu tente te esquecer e me relacionar com alguém é por ti que fecho os olhos, é por ti que sonho todas as noites, é por você que dedico todas as músicas românticas que escuto, é por você que faço tudo! Não sei se vale a pena te &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt; assim, com certeza não vale mais meu coração não escuta a razão e só quer saber de te&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; amar&lt;/span&gt;, abra teu coração e teus olhos pra mim, eu sou muito mais que sua amiga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; como nunca alguém te &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;amou&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-6415074527593441594?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6415074527593441594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6415074527593441594' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6415074527593441594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6415074527593441594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/amo-te.html' title='Amo te'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-96904856693656519</id><published>2009-08-18T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:02:55.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SorrmKRVoVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/c-sC9kEB2K0/s1600-h/19.05+%288%29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SorrmKRVoVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/c-sC9kEB2K0/s320/19.05+%288%29a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371364546417369426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meu vicio é você, eu preciso encontrar um jeito de viver onde eu possa refazer cada sonho.."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-96904856693656519?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/96904856693656519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=96904856693656519' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/96904856693656519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/96904856693656519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SorrmKRVoVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/c-sC9kEB2K0/s72-c/19.05+%288%29a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7915640594965057363</id><published>2009-08-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:49:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'   Adeus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Quando eu vivo esse encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo adeus&lt;br /&gt;Refaço os meus planos&lt;br /&gt;Pra rimar com os seus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandono o que é pronto&lt;br /&gt;E digo adeus&lt;br /&gt;Eu trago os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Pra somar aos seus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda vez que vier&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade vai trazer&lt;br /&gt;A cada vez que quiser,&lt;br /&gt;Basta a gente querer&lt;br /&gt;Ser desta vez a melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda vez que vier&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade a mais&lt;br /&gt;A cada vez que quiser&lt;br /&gt;Basta a gente dizer&lt;br /&gt;Só uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Uma só voz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Moveis coloniais de acaju)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7915640594965057363?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7915640594965057363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7915640594965057363' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7915640594965057363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7915640594965057363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/adeus.html' title='&apos;   Adeus.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1896447474470780794</id><published>2009-07-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:58:15.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Meu maior medo é o futuro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;É ter a certeza que estou aqui te esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas não ter a certeza se vou te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se vou poder ou ter a coragem de olhar em teus olhos e dizer tudo que está guardado aqui dentro do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se vou poder te ter nos meus braços igual nos meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se você será meu como sonho em ser tua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não me pergunte pelo qual motivo te amo, pois nem meu coração sabe a resposta!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1896447474470780794?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1896447474470780794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1896447474470780794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1896447474470780794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1896447474470780794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/medo.html' title='&apos;Medo'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-4844697654932081494</id><published>2009-06-21T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:23:58.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6TOxThbjrnc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6TOxThbjrnc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Não vou mais entregar&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E você a outro alguém&lt;br /&gt;Sinto até você&lt;br /&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo para&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver&lt;br /&gt;Se vou&lt;br /&gt;Alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe poderia ser bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Bem melhor..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-4844697654932081494?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4844697654932081494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=4844697654932081494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4844697654932081494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4844697654932081494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-vou-mais-entregar-os-meus-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-4653160690754180297</id><published>2009-06-21T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:12:30.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sz'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Quando o coração estar feliz até esquece das dores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;físicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-4653160690754180297?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4653160690754180297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=4653160690754180297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4653160690754180297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/4653160690754180297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/sz.html' title='sz&apos;'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7739352118837491846</id><published>2009-04-05T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:14:21.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo, tenta entender sz'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. eu precisava gritar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7739352118837491846?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7739352118837491846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7739352118837491846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7739352118837491846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7739352118837491846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/coracao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2100060282750301656</id><published>2009-03-07T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:01:27.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta...</title><content type='html'>Sinto falta de tanta coisa que nem sei dizer..&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que quero sentir aquilo novamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquele calor em meus braços;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sorriso ao me ver;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquelas palavras doces;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele carinho;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele beijo de apaixonado;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele movimento;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele melhor abraço;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquele conforto ao dormir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aqueles sonhos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero sentir tudo aquilo novamente, mas de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jeito diferente e com quem faça valer a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Enquanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;isso vou seguindo o som.... (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2100060282750301656?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2100060282750301656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2100060282750301656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2100060282750301656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2100060282750301656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/falta.html' title='Falta...'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1579049298316440748</id><published>2009-02-05T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:04:42.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vontades(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isto pra mim é uma icógnita até o presente momento, pois nunca conseguir fazer algo que realmente queria fazer! Só minha facul mas isto não vem ao caso no momento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então qual seria minha vontade no momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esquece aquele que me fez mulher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esquece o trabalho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esquece a familia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esquece o Brasil, mas por qual motivo você deseja esquecer o Brasil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Pelo o qual meu coração realmente está no Japão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;É resolvi assumir isto hoje, que eu o amo ele é o único que poderia me afzer feliz depois de tanto tempo mas a distância e a verdadeira amizade que cresceu dentro de nós me fez ocultar este desejo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual seria minha real vontade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1579049298316440748?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1579049298316440748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1579049298316440748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1579049298316440748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1579049298316440748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/02/vontade.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-1308359551733987194</id><published>2009-01-30T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:08:00.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SYNr-pH9XuI/AAAAAAAAAuE/pqKlMC3fMSo/s1600-h/Imagem007ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SYNr-pH9XuI/AAAAAAAAAuE/pqKlMC3fMSo/s320/Imagem007ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297196310653132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..."Como feijão e arroz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que só se encontram depois de abandonar a embalagem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas como entender que os dois&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por serem feijão e arroz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se encontram só de passagem&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me jogo da panela.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra nela eu me perder&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me sirvo a vontade... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vontade de te ver&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-1308359551733987194?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1308359551733987194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=1308359551733987194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1308359551733987194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/1308359551733987194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ver.html' title='&apos;ver'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SYNr-pH9XuI/AAAAAAAAAuE/pqKlMC3fMSo/s72-c/Imagem007ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2006724944805356370</id><published>2009-01-25T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:36:49.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SXyitCjQK4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/oQ2chyAv6WY/s1600-h/13.12+%2815%29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SXyitCjQK4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/oQ2chyAv6WY/s320/13.12+%2815%29a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295286156543404930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saudade é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança para acontecer de novo e não consegue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lembrança é quando, mesmo sem autorização, seu pensamento reapresenta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;um capítulo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angústia é um nó muito apertado bem no meio do sossego.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preocupação é uma cola que não deixa o que ainda não aconteceu sair de seu pensamento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indecisão é quando você sabe muito bem o que quer mas acha que devia querer outra coisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Certeza é quando a idéia cansa de procurar e pára.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intuição é quando seu coração dá um pulinho no futuro e volta rápido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pressentimento é quando passa em você o trailer de um filme que pode ser que nem exista.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vergonha é um pano preto que você quer pra se cobrir naquela hora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ansiedade é quando sempre faltam muitos minutos para o que quer que seja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interesse é um ponto de exclamação ou de interrogação no final do sentimento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentimento é a língua que o coração usa quando precisa mandar algum recado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raiva é quando o cachorro que mora em você mostra os dentes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tristeza é uma mão gigante que aperta seu coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é um agora que não tem pressa nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é quando você não faz questão de você e se empresta pros outros.&lt;br /&gt;Culpa é quando você cisma que podia ter feito diferente mas, geralmente, não podia.&lt;br /&gt;Lucidez é um acesso de loucura ao contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Razão é quando o cuidado aproveita que a emoção está dormindo e assume o mandato.&lt;br /&gt;Vontade é um desejo que cisma que você é a casa dele.&lt;br /&gt;Paixão é quando apesar da palavra ¨perigo¨ o desejo chega e entra.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é quando a paixão não tem outro compromisso marcado.&lt;br /&gt;Não... Amor é um exagero... também não.&lt;br /&gt;Um dilúvio, um mundaréu, uma insanidade, um destempero, um despropósito, um descontrole, uma necessidade, um desapego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talvez porque não tenha sentido, talvez porque não tenha explicação,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse negócio de amor, não sei explicar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2006724944805356370?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2006724944805356370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2006724944805356370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2006724944805356370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2006724944805356370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudade-quando-o-momento-tenta-fugir-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SXyitCjQK4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/oQ2chyAv6WY/s72-c/13.12+%2815%29a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5055406492551703912</id><published>2008-12-05T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:29:50.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sei que vou ser capaz de tornar minha vida melhor e nada e nem ninguem vai atrapalhar isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5055406492551703912?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5055406492551703912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5055406492551703912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5055406492551703912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5055406492551703912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-sei-que-vou-ser-capaz-de-tornar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7966792986943171280</id><published>2008-11-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:51:05.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que isso veio pra me fazer feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SRIjTBi6B-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/z-FWBPYJLkY/s1600-h/suh+%2838%29a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SRIjTBi6B-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/z-FWBPYJLkY/s320/suh+%2838%29a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265309724088862690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje logo após de ter recebido  anoticia da mudança, minha amiga me disse que as vezes precisamos fazer loucuras pra sermos felizes.Será?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei a verdade se vai acontecer isso, prefiro acreditar que vai ser igual das outras tantas vezes que quase estive de malas prontas pra outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Logo agora que me conformei e abri meus olhos que daqui um ano viveria minah vida como nunca neste lugar e lutaria pra ir seguir meu sonho daqui um ano, mas isso veio desmoronar meus sonhos. Vou ter que reconstruilos por vontade dos outros, por viver a vida dos outros vou ter que adiar a viver a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Até quandoo isso? Não aguento mas, eu sei que sou irresponsavel mas dessa vez eu estava e estou decidida a mudar pra ir atrás dos meus sonhos na cidade de ninguem!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queroa ser feliz, pq não posso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7966792986943171280?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7966792986943171280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7966792986943171280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7966792986943171280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7966792986943171280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/11/ser-que-isso-veio-pra-me-fazer-feliz.html' title='Será que isso veio pra me fazer feliz?'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SRIjTBi6B-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/z-FWBPYJLkY/s72-c/suh+%2838%29a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-6882194225661918111</id><published>2008-10-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:04:24.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SPK6mAirbuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/CyyhPp09Xao/s1600-h/suh+%2838%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SPK6mAirbuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/CyyhPp09Xao/s320/suh+%2838%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256468877238038242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei tuas palavras por todo este tempo&lt;br /&gt;Guardei os teu olhares de ternuras&lt;br /&gt;Guardei toda sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;Guardei todos os momentos com você&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Para que possa nunca esquecer de cada instante que passamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa história teve um fim no agora mas na minha memória nunca terá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada por tudo. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-6882194225661918111?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6882194225661918111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=6882194225661918111' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6882194225661918111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/6882194225661918111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/10/memorias.html' title='Memorias.'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SPK6mAirbuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/CyyhPp09Xao/s72-c/suh+%2838%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-2760165987567075634</id><published>2008-09-22T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:43:13.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>As vezes sinto que num sou capaz de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;De fazer alguem feliz&lt;br /&gt;De arranjar um emprego&lt;br /&gt;De ser alguem na vida&lt;br /&gt;De ser a filha perfeita&lt;br /&gt;De ser a amiga que todos falam&lt;br /&gt;De realizar meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;De fazer algo que preste&lt;br /&gt;De poder fazer algo que eu mesma me orgulhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder sair correndo, fugir pra um lugar que num tivesse tanto pressão em cima de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-2760165987567075634?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2760165987567075634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=2760165987567075634' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2760165987567075634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/2760165987567075634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/ser.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7518302291018643953</id><published>2008-09-21T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:51:34.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNbcjhunnVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hLhXnxnpYuk/s1600-h/PICT0001+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNbcjhunnVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hLhXnxnpYuk/s320/PICT0001+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248624918654328146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ontem e hoje estou pensando muito a real importância dos amigos na minha vida e sobre essas amizades de &lt;/span&gt;Internet&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Eu num conseguir chegar ao real valor disso tudo pra mim, um valor &lt;/span&gt;incalculável&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! Devo minha vida completamente por eles, são eles que dão força para querer viver quando &lt;/span&gt;ninguém&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mas estar &lt;/span&gt;comigo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, são eles que me fazem rir, são eles que se preocupam &lt;/span&gt;comigo quando mas preciso, são eles que só em falarem um Oi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no &lt;/span&gt;msn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; já sabem como estou realmente por dentro, eu num conseguiria viver um dia sem pensar neles e sem eles dentro do meu coração! Alguns mesmo com &lt;/span&gt;Kilômetros&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ou mesmo um mundo de distância, sinto que estão aqui &lt;/span&gt;comigo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; me protegendo e auxiliando em todas as minhas decisões; existem alguns que nem falo todo dia mas estão &lt;/span&gt;comigo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sempre pro &lt;/span&gt;que&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; der e vier; outros que tenho que &lt;/span&gt;relembrar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que existo as vezes; outros que falo todos os dias mas mesmo assim num consigo &lt;/span&gt;ocupar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; essa ausência que sinto deles aqui do meu lado; outros &lt;/span&gt;também&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que conheço em tão pouco tempo e já são tão importantes pra mim que num consigo mas parar pra pensar minha vida sem eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Existem &lt;/span&gt;vários&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tipos de amizade que nem dar pra descrever cada uma aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só sei que cada uma do seu jeito nunca irá mudar aqui dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, o que sinto por cada um deles é &lt;/span&gt;inexplicável&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, não existe minha vida sem eles só com eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cada um do seu modo nada e nem &lt;/span&gt;ninguém&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; vai mudar isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-7518302291018643953?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7518302291018643953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7518302291018643953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7518302291018643953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7518302291018643953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-vou-escrever-hoje-estou-to.html' title='Amizade...'/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNbcjhunnVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hLhXnxnpYuk/s72-c/PICT0001+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-7764077732048008405</id><published>2008-09-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:56:36.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNUPDrxENbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/OGyltpPZtKM/s1600-h/parque+da+cidade+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNUPDrxENbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/OGyltpPZtKM/s320/parque+da+cidade+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248117496732726706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tem coisas em você que me fazem bem não sei pq"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu queria poder entender o que se passa entre nos dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queria saber pq estamos juntos se afinal (talvez) não irá dar certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só sei que quando estou com você, olho pros seus olhos e vc sorrir e ficamos ali minutos interminaveis são os melhores momentos que alguêm podia ter!&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/183671326341654451-7764077732048008405?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7764077732048008405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=7764077732048008405' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7764077732048008405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/7764077732048008405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/tem-coisas-em-voc-que-me-fazem-bem-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNUPDrxENbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/OGyltpPZtKM/s72-c/parque+da+cidade+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-165296040201348205</id><published>2008-09-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:18:07.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que importa agora?&lt;br /&gt;Se nem sei mas quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;Se nem sei mas sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Num sei mas de nada&lt;br /&gt;Se nem quero mas viver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-165296040201348205?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/165296040201348205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=165296040201348205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/165296040201348205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/165296040201348205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-importa-agora-se-nem-sei-mas-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8322145662524720451</id><published>2008-07-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:56:13.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Sem vontade de escrever algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiz aquele anuncio e ninguem viu&lt;br /&gt;pus em quase todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;a foto mais bonita que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;voce olhando pra mim&lt;br /&gt;alto aqui do setimo andar&lt;br /&gt;longe eu via voce&lt;br /&gt;e a luz desperdiçada de manha&lt;br /&gt;num copo de café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus sabe o que quis foi te proteger&lt;br /&gt;do perigo maior que é voce&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei que parece o que nao se diz&lt;br /&gt;no seu caso é o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;quem fala é o doutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece que foi ontem eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;aquele chá de abu&lt;br /&gt;pra te curar da tosse e do chulé&lt;br /&gt;pra te botar de pé&lt;br /&gt;e foi dificil ter que te levar aquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;como é que hoje se diz&lt;br /&gt;voce nao quis ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os poucos que viram você aqui&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que mal você não faz&lt;br /&gt;e se eu numa esquina qualquer te vir&lt;br /&gt;será que você vai fugir?&lt;br /&gt;se voce for eu vou correr&lt;br /&gt;se for eu vouu ...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8322145662524720451?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8322145662524720451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8322145662524720451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8322145662524720451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8322145662524720451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/07/sem-vontade-de-escrever-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-992962814683724313</id><published>2008-07-06T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:56:00.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Super preguiça de postar aqui, hoje será apenas alguns links dos blogs da Fah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/gritandopor"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://gritandopor.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/antisanidade"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://antisanidade.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com uma dor infernal uma raiva do caralho, se eu escrever aqui hoje vou mandar alguem ou algo  ir a merda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-992962814683724313?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/992962814683724313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=992962814683724313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/992962814683724313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/992962814683724313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-preguia-de-postar-aqui-hoje-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumara Canzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402448759995148769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CWspPnc_1w/SNP8FPSGRyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Eo5XxAxohLI/S220/ghf+ug+dxjfdg+(4).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-8110963309144982017</id><published>2008-06-14T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:54:24.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Madrugada</title><content type='html'>Na madrugada me pego a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Em coisas que jamais eu pensaria até demais&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse sempre tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que as vezes aparento ser&lt;br /&gt;A noite passou e não tive a chances de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Porque estava pensando em você,&lt;br /&gt;Que espero estar pra chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não aguento mais esperar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que eu nem conheço&lt;br /&gt;E que já faz tanta falta em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Só pra tornar ela mais sofrida&lt;br /&gt;Do que agora já está&lt;br /&gt;Te espero porque só contigo posso aprender a sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Posso aprender a me esquecer do que não mais quiser lembrar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas só você pode ensinar&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina o remédio pra cicatrizar minhas feridas,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a amar do jeito que eu nunca amei ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a vencer os medos que assolam a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a ser feliz do jeito que eu nunca fui,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a ver o que é certo e o que é errado,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina como você faz pra saber o que eu penso quando estou&lt;br /&gt;Calado,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a viver pois passei minha vida esperando você,&lt;br /&gt;Pra me fazer sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Te espero porque sei que amanhã toda a minha vida irá mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que me deixa mais irado é saber&lt;br /&gt;Que esse amanhã talvez poderá demorar pra chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Te espero por que só contigo posso aprender a sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Posso aprender a esquecer do que não mas quiser lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas só você pode ensinar.&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina o remédio pra cicatrizar minhas feridas,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a amar do jeito que eu nunca amei ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a vencer os medos que assolam a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a ser feliz do jeito que eu nunca fui,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a ver o que é certo e o que é errado,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina como você faz pra saber o que eu penso quando estou&lt;br /&gt;Calado,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Mas e agora a madrugada já terminou&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia passou e não mudou, vou continuar a esperar&lt;br /&gt;Mas e agora a madrugada já terminou&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia passou e você não chegou, vou continuar a esperar!&lt;br /&gt;Mas e agora a madrugada já terminou&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia passou e você não chegou, vou continuar a esperar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-8110963309144982017?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8110963309144982017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=8110963309144982017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8110963309144982017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/8110963309144982017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/06/na-madrugada.html' title='Na Madrugada'/><author><name>suh canzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5681057371099998859</id><published>2008-05-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:16:21.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwkRSgcUHYU/SDwn0MxFMLI/AAAAAAAAADs/5tTJNG6LJ4E/s1600-h/suh+117+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwkRSgcUHYU/SDwn0MxFMLI/AAAAAAAAADs/5tTJNG6LJ4E/s320/suh+117+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205079047067218098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dizem que palavras não servem para nada quandos e tem um simples olhar e um abraço, mas quando não se tem? Temos que nos contentar com as palavras e atos, mas as vezes nos machucamos com certas coisas e ficamos vulgar a ser chatos e egoístas. Mas quando existe uma verdadeira amizade por tás sabemos que aquilo pode mudar... ai vem as palavras tristes, o choro e o perdão, coisas que só nos dois sabemos já aconteceu, eu provei o tanto que vc é importante pra mim , ah eus ei que não é reciproco mas um dia eu fui lembra? foi meu egoismo que fez eu perder mas farei de tudo para reverter essa situação! eu te amo, não ha como mudar isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5681057371099998859?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5681057371099998859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5681057371099998859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5681057371099998859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5681057371099998859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/05/dizem-que-palavras-no-servem-para-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>suh canzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwkRSgcUHYU/SDwn0MxFMLI/AAAAAAAAADs/5tTJNG6LJ4E/s72-c/suh+117+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183671326341654451.post-5715403754009059950</id><published>2008-05-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:35:06.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbR1VJuf2Tw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbR1VJuf2Tw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183671326341654451-5715403754009059950?l=desfragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5715403754009059950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183671326341654451&amp;postID=5715403754009059950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5715403754009059950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183671326341654451/posts/default/5715403754009059950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desfragmentos.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>suh canzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
