<?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-3478545568101436385</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:58:21.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Silêncio.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-169974901561927339</id><published>2008-09-01T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:52:40.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLyYVstpauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7twTX6xEuU/s1600-h/collage30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241231564899707618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLyYVstpauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7twTX6xEuU/s320/collage30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No Fds a gnt saaaai P/ Varandeeear rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Bom já que aqui escrevo só pra Nanda então Nandaaaaa vou te contar com o foi meu fds ta?!&lt;br /&gt;uahsuahauhsuahsua&lt;br /&gt;Fui p o pagode com Moniqueeeee,depois na zorzo,encontramos meu tiu q levou a gnte pra comer no Boteco Criola ( ou criuola n sei) kkk mt boOm laa,depois fomos p o Zero graaaau,do zero grau fomos pro varanda e depois fomos dormir mesmO.&lt;br /&gt;aushauhsuahs&lt;br /&gt;entãaO&lt;br /&gt;FiM!&lt;br /&gt;aushuahsuahuahuahsuahusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Momento estou apaixonada:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades de tudo que marcou a minha vida.Quando vejo retratos, quando sinto cheiros,quando escuto uma voz, quando me lembro do passado,eu sinto saudades...&lt;br /&gt;..... Sinto saudades da minha infância,do meu primeiro amor, do meu segundo, do terceiro,do penúltimo e daqueles que ainda vou ter, se Deus quiser...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades do presente,que não aproveitei de todo,lembrando do passado e apostando no futuro...Sinto saudades do futuro,que se idealizado,provavelmente não será do jeito que eu penso que vai ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto saudades de quem me deixou e de quem eu deixei!De quem disse que viria e nem apareceu;de quem apareceu correndo,sem me conhecer direito,de quem nunca vou ter a oportunidade de conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sinto saudades dos que se foram e de quem não me despedi direito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Daqueles que não tiveram como me dizer adeus;de gente que passou na calçada contrária da minha vidae que só enxerguei de vislumbre!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades de coisas que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tivee&lt;/span&gt; de outras que não tive mas quis muito&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ter&lt;/span&gt;!Sinto saudades de coisas que nem sei se existiram.Sinto saudades de coisas sérias,de coisas hilariantes,de casos, de experiências...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quantas vezes tenho vontade de encontrar não sei o que...não sei onde...para resgatar alguma coisa que nem sei o que é e nem onde perdi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E é por isso que eu tenho mais saudades...Porque encontrei uma palavra para usar todas as vezes em que sinto este aperto no peito,meio nostálgico, meio gostoso,mas que funciona melhor do que um sinal vital quando se quer falar de vida e de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a prova inequívocade que somos sensíveis!De que amamos muitoo que tivemos e lamentamos as coisas boas que perdemos ao longo da nossa existência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.Q.P.T.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-169974901561927339?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/169974901561927339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=169974901561927339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/169974901561927339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/169974901561927339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/09/fds.html' title='Fds.'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLyYVstpauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7twTX6xEuU/s72-c/collage30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-6476096315724435285</id><published>2008-08-29T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:05:25.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só o ouro xP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjgf4E3Y2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HplcQYlIOBY/s1600-h/23-08-08_levada+c+voa+dois+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240185004678931298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjgf4E3Y2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HplcQYlIOBY/s320/23-08-08_levada+c+voa+dois+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amoooooooooor Pireiiiii eu me apaixonei,seu amor proibido pra sempre serei//Entãaao vem,vem me fazr denguinho,vem meu bem sou TODA SUA,ta na cara que estou louca pra te amar vem pra mim agooora xD~ Eu quero sentir seu calor passear nas estrelas quero mostrar o amor que eu tenho pra daar,vai ser bom pra mim,td é tão bom e eu me entrego inteira ///// êêê coisa boaaa da vida essas festas da minha bahiiia!&lt;br /&gt;(o vento me traz o q eu quero esquecer ='/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levada dias 23 e 24&lt;br /&gt;xD~&lt;br /&gt;foto ruim mas é assim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;aushauhsauhsauhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameeeei,quero mais e maaais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)"o que mais pode ser,estou aprendendo tbm"(...)&lt;br /&gt;....A sua imagem não sai do meu pensamento.... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-6476096315724435285?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/6476096315724435285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=6476096315724435285' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/6476096315724435285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/6476096315724435285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-o-ouro-xp.html' title='Só o ouro xP'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjgf4E3Y2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HplcQYlIOBY/s72-c/23-08-08_levada+c+voa+dois+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-8300680483738054858</id><published>2008-08-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:40:43.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E por FIM,onde irei encontrar.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjbcaZLSrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yppo6wRjke0/s1600-h/12-07-08_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240179447613311666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjbcaZLSrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yppo6wRjke0/s320/12-07-08_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A primeira metade da vida passa-se a desejar a segunda; a segunda, a recordar a primeira&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu faço&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjZhga2KiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f8Qey1_EupM/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240177336107018786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="196" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjZhga2KiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f8Qey1_EupM/s320/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+057.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é uma gota no meio de um oceano. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sem ela, o oceano será menor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240178385082594866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s320/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A preocupação de cada dia em cada dia basta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alphonse de Lamartine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjaekKHNjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/b1K5bxI8J74/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-8300680483738054858?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/8300680483738054858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=8300680483738054858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8300680483738054858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8300680483738054858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-por-fimonde-irei-encontrar.html' title='E por FIM,onde irei encontrar.....'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SLjbcaZLSrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yppo6wRjke0/s72-c/12-07-08_1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-3648591772174432936</id><published>2008-08-20T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:59:12.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>então(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKxMuVJf_4I/AAAAAAAAADc/EfJiH2d8tbo/s1600-h/collage28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236644825559728002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKxMuVJf_4I/AAAAAAAAADc/EfJiH2d8tbo/s400/collage28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca recuse um convite, nunca resista ao desconhecido, nunca deixe de ser educado e nunca abuse da hospitalidade alheia. Mantenha a mente aberta e usufrua a experiência. E se doer provavelmente é porque valeu à pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quem tem luz exterior caminha sem tropeçar, quem tem luz interior caminha sem medo de viver..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-3648591772174432936?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/3648591772174432936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=3648591772174432936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/3648591772174432936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/3648591772174432936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/ento.html' title='então(...)'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKxMuVJf_4I/AAAAAAAAADc/EfJiH2d8tbo/s72-c/collage28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-1295165559243710022</id><published>2008-08-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:42:11.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKj64R8D18I/AAAAAAAAADU/_Taeb3ZTk_4/s1600-h/em+kza+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235710411613132738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKj64R8D18I/AAAAAAAAADU/_Taeb3ZTk_4/s400/em+kza+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; É melhor atirar-se à luta em busca de dias melhores,mesmo correndo o risco de perder tudo,do que permanecer estáticos como pobres de espiríto,que não lutam,mas também não vencem;que não conhecem a dor da derrota,mas não tem a glória de ressurgir dos escombros.Esses pobres de espirítos ao final da jornada não agradecem a Deus por terem vivido,mas desculpam-se antes ele por terem simplesmente passado pela vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O que você procura pode ser impossível de achar, então, procure algo que você pode achar e seja feliz ao invés de passar a vida inteira procurando algo indefectível que você nunca vai encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mila Viana.&lt;br /&gt;(dia feliz) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-1295165559243710022?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/1295165559243710022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=1295165559243710022' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/1295165559243710022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/1295165559243710022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/palavras-ao-vento.html' title='Palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKj64R8D18I/AAAAAAAAADU/_Taeb3ZTk_4/s72-c/em+kza+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-6470987025491294521</id><published>2008-08-17T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:31:13.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pode acontecer.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKj4tfe7vVI/AAAAAAAAADM/RDp4bPDsNOI/s1600-h/09-08-08_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235708027247246674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKj4tfe7vVI/AAAAAAAAADM/RDp4bPDsNOI/s400/09-08-08_1721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Como+pode+ser+gostar+de+algu%C3%A9m%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como pode ser gostar de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22E+esse+tal+algu%C3%A9m+n%C3%A3o+ser+seu%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E esse tal alguém não ser seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Fico+desejando+n%C3%B3s+gastando+o+mar%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fico desejando nós gastando o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22P%C3%B4r-do-sol%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pôr-do-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22postal%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;postal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22mais+ningu%C3%A9m%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Pe%C3%A7o+tanto+a+Deus%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peço tanto a Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Para+esquecer%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Mas+s%C3%B3+de+pedir+me+lembro%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas só de pedir me lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Minha+linda+flor%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minha linda flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Meu+jasmim+ser%C3%A1%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu jasmim será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Meus+melhores+beijos+ser%C3%A3o+seus%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meus melhores beijos serão seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Sinto+que+voc%C3%AA+%C3%A9+ligado+a+mim%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto que você é ligado a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Sempre+que+estou+indo%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sempre que estou indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22volto+atr%C3%A1s%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;volto atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Estou+entregue+a+ponto+de+estar+sempre+s%C3%B3%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Esperando+um+sim+ou+nunca+mais%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esperando um sim ou nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%C3%89+tanta+gra%C3%A7a+l%C3%A1+fora+passa%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22O+tempo+sem+voc%C3%AA%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Mas+pode+sim%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Ser+sim+amado+e+tudo+acontecer%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Sinto+absoluto+o+dom+de+existir%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto absoluto o dom de existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22N%C3%A3o+h%C3%A1+solid%C3%A3o%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não há solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22nem+pena%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nem pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Nessa+doa%C3%A7%C3%A3o%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nessa doação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22milagres+do+amor%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;milagres do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Sinto+uma+extens%C3%A3o+divina%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto uma extensão divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22%C3%89+tanta+gra%C3%A7a+l%C3%A1+fora+passa%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22O+tempo+sem+voc%C3%AA%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Mas+pode+sim%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Ser+sim+amado+e+tudo+acontecer%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Quero+dan%C3%A7ar+com+voc%C3%AA%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Dan%C3%A7ar+com+voc%C3%AA%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Quero+dan%C3%A7ar+com+voc%C3%AA%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Dan%C3%A7ar+com+voc%C3%AA%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/3478545568101436385-6470987025491294521?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/6470987025491294521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=6470987025491294521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/6470987025491294521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/6470987025491294521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/pode-acontece.html' title='Pode acontecer.....'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKj4tfe7vVI/AAAAAAAAADM/RDp4bPDsNOI/s72-c/09-08-08_1721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-2288613952753973369</id><published>2008-08-12T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:53:28.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estava por ai(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKIvGcB3HhI/AAAAAAAAACs/DcsSsEeoLho/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233797504607657490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKIvGcB3HhI/AAAAAAAAACs/DcsSsEeoLho/s400/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meus pés não tocam mais o chãoMeus olhos não vêem a minha direçãoDa minha boca saem coisas sem sentidoVocê era meu farol e hoje estou perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...Não queremos beijo na boca...Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...Sem nada dizer...Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, que desejamos uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir...Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...Que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...Que nos teça elogios sem fim...E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridadeinquestionável...Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...Alguém que nos possa dizer:-Acho que você está errado, mas estou do seu lado...Ou alguém que apenas diga:Sou seu amor! E estou Aqui! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William shakespeare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;                                                   DON´T  WORRY , BE HAPPY&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/3478545568101436385-2288613952753973369?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/2288613952753973369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=2288613952753973369' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/2288613952753973369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/2288613952753973369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/estava-por-ai.html' title='estava por ai(...)'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKIvGcB3HhI/AAAAAAAAACs/DcsSsEeoLho/s72-c/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-3388995330786751249</id><published>2008-08-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:46:15.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô com umaa saudaaaaade ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKBQR7DRh0I/AAAAAAAAACk/BX4QkeBNels/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271035843938114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKBQR7DRh0I/AAAAAAAAACk/BX4QkeBNels/s400/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo sem pensar, tudo o que o meu inconsciente grita. Penso depois: não só para corrigir, mas para justificar o que escrevi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_de_Andrade/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mário de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nenhum amor é eterno certo? Isso significa que se Shakespeare, Vinicius de Moraes, Carlos Drummond de Andrade não fizeram poemas com juras aternas, nem amores eternos, quem criou essa coisa de pra sempre foi a gente e é por isso que sempre damos com a cara na parede né?! Nenhum amor é eterno, mais você tem que aproveitar todos como se fossem, porque cada amor é único, cada amor é um, tem que ser vivido da forma mais intensa possível, todos os dias tem que ser guardados na memória, e as lembranças ruins devem ser apagadas, e se deve aprender com os erros. Quando esse amor acabar, chore, mostre que realmente valeu a pena tudo o que vocês passaram. Depois que as lágrimas secarem siga a sua vida, um sorriso no rosto, e abra seu coração para um novo amor. Para viver tudo novamente. Para aprender com os novos erros, aprender com o outro novamente, para fazer loucuras, para rir, chorar, se emocionar, e enfim amar. É disso que a vida é feita. Quando dizem que o importante é ser feliz e ter saúde e que o resto não importa, eu te pergunto: Tem como ser feliz se não estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;apaixonado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Fernanda_Gaseta/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fernanda Gaseta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quem souber quem é Morre hein! xP&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/3478545568101436385-3388995330786751249?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/3388995330786751249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=3388995330786751249' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/3388995330786751249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/3388995330786751249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-com-umaa-saudaaaaade.html' title='Tô com umaa saudaaaaade =&apos;('/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKBQR7DRh0I/AAAAAAAAACk/BX4QkeBNels/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-1864447167065998033</id><published>2008-08-03T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:11:00.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sdd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SJZi_tRPJ7I/AAAAAAAAACE/LH2O2PRlaZU/s1600-h/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230476863860582322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SJZi_tRPJ7I/AAAAAAAAACE/LH2O2PRlaZU/s400/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só de olhar pra essa foto lembra de tudo que passei,tantas experiencias nooovas xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoas maravilhosas conheci,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lugares cada um mais bonito que o outro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas tbm vi a grande diferença social lado a lado =//&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;éé isso é Brasil,e ainda tenhu muito o que ver e conheceeeeeeeer só sei que ameeeeeeeeeei muito ter ido pro RioooO conhecido pessoas úuuuuuuuuuuuuunicas e logo logo pretendo voltar e aproveitaar mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aki vão os agradecimentos kkkkkkkkk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem Primeiro a Deus neh,a viagem não poderia ter cido melhor e ter dato tão certo sem violencias nem qualquer problemass,tem tbm a Madrinha da Nanda a Betaaaaaaa e seu mariLdo kkk por tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudO que me deram e fizeram a nadinha cara d fuinha por me escolher uhuhuhuhuhuhu e lóoooooooogico o Ed que sem ele não teria  amesma graça ne,ele que nos levou pra ruuua que nos apresentou os amigos dele,O Rodrigo o Rafa e o Vini! Pois entãaaaaaaaaaaO é isso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já estou morrendo de saudades td me lembra vcs aí =T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se td der certo volto em dezembro s2!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BeijOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(nem sei beijo pra quem pq ngm comenta mesmo) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mila Viana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-1864447167065998033?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/1864447167065998033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=1864447167065998033' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/1864447167065998033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/1864447167065998033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/sdd.html' title='Sdd'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SJZi_tRPJ7I/AAAAAAAAACE/LH2O2PRlaZU/s72-c/Ferias+de+junho+RJ+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-2813778533773843260</id><published>2008-08-03T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:33:37.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de chegarmos do rio,a saudade entre nós duas ja bateu,tbm ne convivendo o tempo todo,brigando,rindo e fazndo besteiras ne amiga?! rsrs Só faltou mesmo a Mila mais na proxima ela vaai . AiN sdd Grandeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee aff =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SJZbosefeMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r0peBMsAYq0/s1600-h/collage19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230468771929356482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SJZbosefeMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r0peBMsAYq0/s400/collage19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, é alguém que te dá um pedacinho de chão se é de terra firme que você precisa, ou um pedaço do céu se é sonho que te falta. Amigo é mais que mão estendida, é mente aberta, coração pulsante, costas largas. É aquele que dá e não espera retorno, pois o ato de compartilhar já o satisfaz. É quem entende seu desejo de voar e subir, fica enfurecido ao enxergar seu erro, embora saiba que perfeição é utopia. É o Sol que seca suas lágrimas, polpa que adoça seu sorriso, é aquele que toca sua ferida, vibra com suas vitórias, faz piadas pra amenizar o problema, amigo na verdade é quem te ama e ponto final. É quem tentou e fez, quem sorri sem achar motivo aparente ao achar aquilo que você nem sabia que procurava. É aquele que te ouve no telefone com a mesma atenção de quem está olhando nos olhos, é quem ouve e fala com o olhar. Tem a palavra certa e o olhar expressa dor ou alegria. É a Lua, a estrela mais brilhante, luz que renova a cada instante. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É aquele que diz te amo sem medo. E amigo é pra sempre mesmo que pra sempre não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-2813778533773843260?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/2813778533773843260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=2813778533773843260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/2813778533773843260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/2813778533773843260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SJZbosefeMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r0peBMsAYq0/s72-c/collage19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-8727865235471686371</id><published>2008-05-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:47:38.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nozes xD~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SDweIsITduI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c0SfFdihkXs/s1600-h/Nozes+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205068403967227618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SDweIsITduI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c0SfFdihkXs/s320/Nozes+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É,tem um bom tempo que não posto nd aki ate pke tem mta gente que comenta neh e ficam só me pedindo pra postar sempre ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aushauhuahsua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então tô postando a Mila a Nanda I Eu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pke vamosss pro RJ juntaaaaaas conhecer o Cristoooooooo o Maracaaaaaa Ipanemaaaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD vai ser lindoooo e mt massa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tnhu mais nd a declarar não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pelo menos por enquanto kkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    Camila Viana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-8727865235471686371?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/8727865235471686371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=8727865235471686371' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8727865235471686371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8727865235471686371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/05/nozes-xd.html' title='Nozes xD~'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SDweIsITduI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c0SfFdihkXs/s72-c/Nozes+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-7184587721185304791</id><published>2008-05-15T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:47:43.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCyTFjEW8HI/AAAAAAAAABs/dIf_XZIn8ZQ/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200693393228230770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCyTFjEW8HI/AAAAAAAAABs/dIf_XZIn8ZQ/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A felicidade é um bem que se multiplica ao ser dividido....Viva, inove, seja diferente todos o dias...a vida é curta de mais pra vive-la do mesmo jeito todo dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aos Milharesss de comentarios no meu flog(0) kkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mt obrigada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;xD~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mila V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-7184587721185304791?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/7184587721185304791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=7184587721185304791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/7184587721185304791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/7184587721185304791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu.html' title='Eu!'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCyTFjEW8HI/AAAAAAAAABs/dIf_XZIn8ZQ/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-677362760918128980</id><published>2008-05-10T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:11:40.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xD~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://capricho.abril.com.br/testes/teste_abc_274396.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://capricho.abril.com.br/imagem/testes/res_heroi_superman.jpg" width="300" height="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é romântico, perfeito e é de outro mundo. Seu par perfeito é o superman. Nada melhor que ter ao seu lado alguém que entende a sua preocupação com os outros  que pode te salvar de qualquer perigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Descubra qual super herói é o cara ideal para você. &lt;a href="http://capricho.abril.com.br/testes/teste_abc_274396.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Faça o teste&lt;/a&gt;. ::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-677362760918128980?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/677362760918128980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=677362760918128980' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/677362760918128980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/677362760918128980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/05/xd.html' title='xD~'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-1649656086964097704</id><published>2008-05-10T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:48:49.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psiricooo =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCYJ2CvfCaI/AAAAAAAAABI/Re-vP8Vekak/s1600-h/usuhuahsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198853643899439522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCYJ2CvfCaI/AAAAAAAAABI/Re-vP8Vekak/s320/usuhuahsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''O tempo não pára! Só a saudade é que faz as coisas pararem no tempo...''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O dedo invisível do tempoModelando nosso destinoNo barro da vida é um velhoGirando, virando menino- Vander Lee (músicado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mila v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-1649656086964097704?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/1649656086964097704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=1649656086964097704' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/1649656086964097704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/1649656086964097704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/05/psiricooo-p.html' title='Psiricooo =P'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCYJ2CvfCaI/AAAAAAAAABI/Re-vP8Vekak/s72-c/usuhuahsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-3304852681607822211</id><published>2008-05-10T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:28:27.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai v que isso É  mesmo o tipo d Coisa neh?! ¬¬</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCYEryvfCZI/AAAAAAAAABA/JRFpgxVwnDE/s1600-h/PsiriicO+9-5-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198847970247641490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCYEryvfCZI/AAAAAAAAABA/JRFpgxVwnDE/s320/PsiriicO+9-5-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Momentos que merecem replay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;xD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aki na foto que eu quaz nem abri os olhos no show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;de PSIRICOOOO =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Perfeitoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dancei dancei danceii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aveeee Marcio vitooooor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;kkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mila V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-3304852681607822211?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/3304852681607822211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=3304852681607822211' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/3304852681607822211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/3304852681607822211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/05/vai-que-isso-o-tipo-d-coisa-neh.html' title='Vai v que isso É  mesmo o tipo d Coisa neh?! ¬¬'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCYEryvfCZI/AAAAAAAAABA/JRFpgxVwnDE/s72-c/PsiriicO+9-5-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-8880254036760956637</id><published>2008-05-07T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:31:21.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"É  o tipo d coisa,as vezes nem foi e as vezes nem é....."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCI7gM8jdkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rGfyexEa3gc/s1600-h/uias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197782344356034114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCI7gM8jdkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rGfyexEa3gc/s320/uias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Nunca deixe de fazer algo de bom que seu coração lhe pede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O tempo poderá passar...E a oportunidade também!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não esqueça de que:*META-a gente busca;*CAMINHO-a gente acha;*DESAFIO- a gente enfrenta;* VIDA- a gente inventa;*SAUDADE- a gente mata;* SONHO- a gente realiza..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Milaaaaaaaaaaa Viana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3478545568101436385-8880254036760956637?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/8880254036760956637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=8880254036760956637' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8880254036760956637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8880254036760956637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-tipo-d-coisaas-vezes-nem-foi-e-as.html' title='&quot;É  o tipo d coisa,as vezes nem foi e as vezes nem é.....&quot;'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SCI7gM8jdkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rGfyexEa3gc/s72-c/uias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-6097001728090442702</id><published>2008-05-02T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:53:07.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBvagU6TJdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9HKJihvQk6c/s1600-h/em+kza+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195986844005901778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBvagU6TJdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9HKJihvQk6c/s320/em+kza+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aceite certas verdades inescapáveis:Os preços vão subir, os políticos vão saracotear, vocêtambém vai envelhecer.E quando isso acontecer você vai fantasiar que quandoera jovem os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eramdecentes,E as crianças respeitavam os mais velhos.Respeite os mais velhos!!E não espere que ninguém segure a sua barra.Talvez você arrume uma boa aposentadoria privada.Talvez você case com um bom partido, mas não esqueçaque um dos dois de repente pode acabar.Não mexa demais nos cabelos se não quando você chegaraos 40 vai aparentar 85.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-6097001728090442702?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/6097001728090442702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=6097001728090442702' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/6097001728090442702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/6097001728090442702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBvagU6TJdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9HKJihvQk6c/s72-c/em+kza+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-7201705562093556238</id><published>2008-04-30T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:44:16.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBgifU6TJcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bMsPECaV9yA/s1600-h/Noovas+10-04-08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194940091756389826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBgifU6TJcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bMsPECaV9yA/s320/Noovas+10-04-08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tente o novo todo dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o novo lado, o novo método,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o novo sabor, o novo jeito, o novo prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o novo amor, a nova vida.Tente.Busque novos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tente novos amores.Faça novas relações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto embaçada mais vale a intenção de inovar xD~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mila S. Viana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-7201705562093556238?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/7201705562093556238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=7201705562093556238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/7201705562093556238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/7201705562093556238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/04/tente-o-novo-todo-dia-o-novo-lado-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBgifU6TJcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bMsPECaV9yA/s72-c/Noovas+10-04-08+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-7052149381948802042</id><published>2008-04-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:30:41.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Ca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBYzx06TJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Qbcz-Ibq_U/s1600-h/vai+la+moÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194396151328220594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBYzx06TJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Qbcz-Ibq_U/s320/vai+la+mo%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Joguei fora fotos de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Reviver você não me faz bem&lt;br /&gt;Nem vai me trazer o que já foi&lt;br /&gt;Você mudou muito e eu também&lt;br /&gt;Finjo que o tempo não passou&lt;br /&gt;Busco em outros olhos ver você&lt;br /&gt;Fotos do que foi o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Não revelam outra pessoa pra ser&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida pra tirar você da minha&lt;br /&gt;Só seus flashes disparam meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já rasguei as fotos, mas, em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;guardo cópias do seu beijo e solidão."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-7052149381948802042?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/7052149381948802042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=7052149381948802042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/7052149381948802042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/7052149381948802042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/04/ca.html' title='. Ca.'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBYzx06TJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Qbcz-Ibq_U/s72-c/vai+la+mo%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-8301569721774371526</id><published>2008-04-25T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:00:39.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide  xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1513209474806522318&amp;amp;site=widget-ce.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474806522318&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p1/1513209474806522318/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474806522318&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p2/1513209474806522318/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=1513209474806522318&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/m/1513209474806522318/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478545568101436385-8301569721774371526?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/8301569721774371526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=8301569721774371526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8301569721774371526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/8301569721774371526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/04/slide-xd.html' title='Slide  xD'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-5562100182336985495</id><published>2008-04-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:44:18.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mila .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBKWv06TJaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ssHbuqWd_wA/s1600-h/doiaaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193379068712789410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBKWv06TJaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ssHbuqWd_wA/s320/doiaaaaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Pessoa Errada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pensando bem, em tudo o que a gente vê, e vivencia, e ouve e pensa, não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente. Existe uma pessoa, que se você for parar pra pensar, é na verdade, a pessoa errada. Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho: chega na hora certa, fala as coisas certas, faz as coisas certas.Mas nem sempre precisamos das coisas certas. Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada. A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça, fazer loucuras, perder a hora, morrer de amor. A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar, que é para na hora que vocês se encontrarem a entrega seja muito mais verdadeira.A pessoa errada, é na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa. Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar, mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando suas lagrimas, essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono, mas vai te dar em troca uma inesquecível noite de amor. Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo ao seu lado, mas vai estar toda a vida esperando você.A pessoa errada tem que aparecer para todo mundo, porque a vida não é certa, nada aqui é certo. O certo mesmo é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo amando, sorrindo, chorando, pensando, agindo, querendo e conseguindo. Só assim, é possível chegar aquele momento do dia em que a gente diz: "Graças a Deus, deu tudo certo!", quando na verdade, tudo o que Ele quer, é que a gente encontre a pessoa errada, Para que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito prá gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Fernando Verissimo&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/3478545568101436385-5562100182336985495?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/5562100182336985495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=5562100182336985495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/5562100182336985495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/5562100182336985495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/04/mila.html' title='Mila .'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBKWv06TJaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ssHbuqWd_wA/s72-c/doiaaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478545568101436385.post-2753479712239655416</id><published>2008-04-25T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:26:11.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeirinha xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBKSqE6TJZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGoy4VCsJ9Q/s1600-h/Milaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanovas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193374571882030482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBKSqE6TJZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGoy4VCsJ9Q/s320/Milaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanovas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 coisas sobre mim1 - Eu amo alguem do meu msn xD kkkk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Adoro receber carinhoO abraço beijoo Ah receber floores ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Acordo Bem humorada.. Sou única nisso kkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Amo minha familia e amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Amo O Bizungaa meu cachorro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Odeio que entrem no meu quarto sem bater na porta =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Vou ter uma casa na beira da Praia pra caminhar tdos os dias pela manhã amo mt (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 - Quero ser mt,mt,mais feliz e ter 2 filhos um CASAL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nome: Camila de Santana Viana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Que dia é hoje: 25/05/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Que horas são: 23:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Quantidade de velas no seu último bolo de aniversário? Duas, um 1 e um 7 :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Furos nas orelhas: 1 em cada neh kkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Tatuagens: Não &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Piercings: sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Já foi à África? Não, nem quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já ficou bêbado(a)?: naao! so com mt sonoo ¬¬ fazr o que neh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Já chorou por alguém? JaaaaaaH, e como! mesmo por quem não merece eu choro te d+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Já esteve envolvido em algum acidente de carro? Nao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Música Preferida? Tenho mtas mais adoro musicas românticas seja la de que for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Cerveja ou Champagne: ice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Metade, cheio ou vazio? Vazio mesmo pra não ter problemas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados? Depende.. gosto dos dois &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Flores: Rosas vermelhas, sem duvidaaaaas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Coca–Cola simples ou com gelo: Nem disso eu gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Quem dos teus amigos vive mais longe: Mila a Juna I a Gi estão longe ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Melhores amigos: aH sem ser sequencia -&gt; Nanda mila Rafa tina Layne Juna Giii Thays.... entre outras (graças a Deus ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Quantas vezes você deixa tocar o telefone antes de atender: geralmente 2 e ja fico doida aff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Qual a figura do seu mouse pad: no momento ta preto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. CD preferido: Varios o.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Mulher Bonita: Minha mãe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Homem bonito: Reynaldo Gianecchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Pior sentimento do mundo: Mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Melhor sentimento do mundo: Amor sincero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. O que uma pessoa não pode ser para ficar com você: Mentirosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Qual o primeiro pensamento ao acordar: AH fexa a poorta,não mexe no meu Pc..Ah que cabelo poodre kkk varios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Se pudesse ser outra pessoa, quem seria: Queria ser eu d novo e sempree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Algo que você nunca tiraria de você: meu dedao do pe, deve ser ruim querer calcar uma Havaiana e nao poder!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. O que é que você tem debaixo da cama? geralmente poeira e papel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Uma frase: Mude, mas mude devagar, porque a direcao eh mais importante do que a velocidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Qual livro você está lendo: "Poderosa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Uma saudade: Beijos dele 0.o saudades d minha irmã tbm amo amo onçaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Uma característica: sou egoista d+ com minhas coisas..... mais tbm sei ser mt amorosa bondosaaaa entre outras coisas,mais com quem faz o mesmo cmg neh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijo Mila Viana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3478545568101436385-2753479712239655416?l=milaviana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/feeds/2753479712239655416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478545568101436385&amp;postID=2753479712239655416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/2753479712239655416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478545568101436385/posts/default/2753479712239655416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milaviana.blogspot.com/2008/04/primeirinha-xd.html' title='Primeirinha xD'/><author><name>Mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14227275677151791244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SKJEaOX1lSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VL9SvlkYWLg/s1600-R/Ferias%2Bde%2Bjunho%2BRJ%2B031dooois.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bHRSS3Emr3w/SBKSqE6TJZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGoy4VCsJ9Q/s72-c/Milaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanovas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
