<?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-5042558268937410889</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:58.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cint lante</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-1992469812114612014</id><published>2009-03-10T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:16:03.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tem horas que só acreditar em Deus não é suficiente, ainda mais quando sua mãe fala com toda a convicção do mundo que você tem o capeta no corpo... é osso!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mas fé em Deus, que ele é justo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-1992469812114612014?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/1992469812114612014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/03/tem-horas-que-so-acreditar-em-deus-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1992469812114612014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1992469812114612014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/03/tem-horas-que-so-acreditar-em-deus-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-7797715640956824358</id><published>2009-03-04T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:14:02.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>novidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;é novo e é mais legla:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;http://cintylante.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-953543350348303661</id><published>2009-02-19T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:10:04.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>na bosta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to na merda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quem eu quero não me quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meu pai deixou de pagar a minha faculdade e eu vou ter que vender meu corpo pra poder pagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu acabei de entrar num estágio que eu não sei porra nenhuma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguém quer me comer por 10 milhões?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-953543350348303661?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/953543350348303661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-na-merda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/953543350348303661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/953543350348303661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-na-merda.html' title='na bosta'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-7126665976048445129</id><published>2009-02-19T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:06:41.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavatory</title><content type='html'>http://smellycat.com.br/2009/02/16/oscar-2009-lavatory-lovestory/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma animação que está concorrendo ao Oscar na categoria de Melhor Curta Animado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena perder 10 min para assistir esse vídeo. É muito fofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-7126665976048445129?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/7126665976048445129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/lavatory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/7126665976048445129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/7126665976048445129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/lavatory.html' title='Lavatory'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-4653304003367242725</id><published>2009-02-13T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:08:44.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Vibrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;muitagentilezaprati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;muitoamorprati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;muitopensamentopositivoprati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tudodemelhorpranos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tudograndiosopormundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;coisasboasgeramcoisasotimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pensamentosvirãocoisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;positivevibrationforall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;jahblessingeverthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4ever  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;recebi isso hoje de uma pessoa querida e resolvi postar, achei bonitinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-4653304003367242725?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/4653304003367242725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive-vibrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/4653304003367242725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/4653304003367242725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive-vibrations.html' title='Positive Vibrations'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-8266264544203126605</id><published>2009-02-11T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:49:58.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciencia do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fisica, quimica, psicologia, fisiologia, filosofia? Bom não sei dizer qual a ciência que explicaria o que é esse sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguém pode me dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Existe cura? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Qual o remédio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu pago qualquer preço pra viver em nirvana.&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/5042558268937410889-8266264544203126605?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/8266264544203126605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/ciencia-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8266264544203126605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8266264544203126605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/ciencia-do-amor.html' title='Ciencia do amor'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-5101070729358296960</id><published>2009-02-02T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:14:22.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conceituando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23 anos se passaram&lt;br /&gt;e eu ainda tenho medo do escuro&lt;br /&gt;todas as esperanças despedaçaram&lt;br /&gt;não tenho visão do futuro&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho que tentar prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;é somente um ato falho&lt;br /&gt;e você está fora da jogada&lt;br /&gt;e perde o apoio pra fluir&lt;br /&gt;nessa jornada&lt;br /&gt;eu queria continuar criança&lt;br /&gt;mas como cresci&lt;br /&gt;não posso perder a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viver não é facil&lt;br /&gt;mas escolher o caminho&lt;br /&gt;é um mal necessario&lt;br /&gt;errar é o maior ensinamento&lt;br /&gt;o que nos resta é caminhar&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que sem lenço ou documento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu pai ensina no seu conceito&lt;br /&gt;o que é certo ou errado&lt;br /&gt;a vida ensina aqui fora&lt;br /&gt;que não tem certo nem errado.&lt;br /&gt;conceito, ética ou moral&lt;br /&gt;ninguém tem pra me julgar&lt;br /&gt;me converncer é que é dificil&lt;br /&gt;você pode até tentar&lt;br /&gt;não digo que sou imutável&lt;br /&gt;mas seu argumento deve ser vísivel, viavel e palpavel.&lt;br /&gt;digo e repito&lt;br /&gt;me convencer não é facil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-5101070729358296960?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/5101070729358296960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-charles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/5101070729358296960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/5101070729358296960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-charles.html' title='conceituando'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-7602459420622385239</id><published>2009-02-02T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:41:34.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O passado descreve o futuro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A pior coisa que pode acontecer a qualquer pessoa é se deparar com o passado, que a principio estava enterrado, para tomar certas atitudes que farão seu futuro tomar outro rumo.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pra trás, muitas vezes pode machucar, mas dessa vez não aconteceu, foi bem diferente. Olhar pra trás me fez enxergar o caminho a seguir. Me fez lembrar que certas coisas doem, mas aprender a lição é um mal necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Excluir aquilo que não te tem mais serventia, normalmente te faz caminhar para a evolução, mesmo que inicialmente você não enxergue a luz no fim do túnel.&lt;br /&gt;Ironia me encontrar com o passado na sexta à noite, logo aquela sexta que tava doendo tanto? Talvez... Mas não me assustei.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a conclusão que o tempo é o melhor amigo para curar qualquer buraco que exista na alma. Algumas pessoas têm um ritmo mais acelerado para se curar, outras são um pouco mais resistentes, mas no fundo o tempo é o melhor remédio.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me pergunto “será que vou ter força para continuar?”, mas a questão não é ter força, mas sim paciência e persistência nos objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei agora dos ensinamentos do China - pra ter o ar nos meus pulmões, eu não preciso de você – e nunca algo foi tão bem escrito em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero acordar amanhã e fazer disso um fato, quero que aconteça novamente o que aconteceu naquela noite de sexta (30/01/2009), quero poder olhar mas não enxergar o passado com dores, mas com lições aprendidas, quero aprender a viver comigo e somente comigo, quero ficar amiga do tempo e virar as costas pra ansiedade, quero lutar por viver melhor, com qualidade e felicidade, mesmo que seja utópico quero tentar, pois chegou a hora de me dar a chance de ser feliz e não vai ser o tempo ou qualquer pessoa que poderá me impedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS. Parabéns pra minha galinha de macumba. Preta, te amo muito. Não é hoje que te desejo felicidade, mas todos os dias quando acordo penso que você e eu temos o dever de sermos felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-7602459420622385239?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/7602459420622385239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-passado-descreve-o-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/7602459420622385239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/7602459420622385239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-passado-descreve-o-futuro.html' title='O passado descreve o futuro.'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-4168918954814278624</id><published>2009-01-27T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:13:30.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SX-UnDPcaYI/AAAAAAAAACU/kBSbiG07jJ8/s1600-h/new+have.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296115085416884610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SX-UnDPcaYI/AAAAAAAAACU/kBSbiG07jJ8/s320/new+have.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/cintferreira"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.coroflot.com/cintferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/cintferreira"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.coroflot.com/cintferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/cintferreira"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.coroflot.com/cintferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/cintferreira"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.coroflot.com/cintferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/cintferreira"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.coroflot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cintferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/cintferreira"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.coroflot.com/cintferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prévia do que se encontra no portifólio&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/5042558268937410889-4168918954814278624?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/4168918954814278624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-rave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/4168918954814278624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/4168918954814278624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-rave.html' title='New Rave'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SX-UnDPcaYI/AAAAAAAAACU/kBSbiG07jJ8/s72-c/new+have.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-163435197431251429</id><published>2009-01-26T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:28:51.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GNARLS BARKLEY - "Who's Gonna Save My Soul"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got some bad news this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which in turn made my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When this someone spoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I listenedAll of a sudden, has less and less to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How could this be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All this time, I've lived vicariously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's gonna save my soul now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's gonna save my soul now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How will my story ever be told now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How will my story be told now?&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel like somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm, like somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although he was imitated oftenIt felt like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was bein myselfIs it a shame that someone else's song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was totally and completely dependant on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's gonna save my soul now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's gonna save my soul now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder if I'll live to grow old now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gettin high cause I feel so low down&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's a little selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I have is the memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet I never stopped to wonder-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was it possible you were hurtin worse than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still my hunger turns to gred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause what about what I need?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And OHHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's gonna save my soul now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's gonna save my soul now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohhhh I know I'm out of control now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oooh-oooh, tired enough to lay my own soul down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJrV-yKKNYI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJrV-yKKNYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-163435197431251429?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/163435197431251429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/gnarls-barkley-whos-gonna-save-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/163435197431251429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/163435197431251429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/gnarls-barkley-whos-gonna-save-my-soul.html' title='GNARLS BARKLEY - &quot;Who&apos;s Gonna Save My Soul&quot;'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-8768891647745214330</id><published>2009-01-25T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:58:26.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O dia mistura as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que voltam pro mesmo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A incerteza me acompanhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Onde eu tenha que passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sou o cativeiro do meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas tiro meus pés do chão para poder sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se eu sou o cativeiro do meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque tiro os pés do chão para poder sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seu beijo sumiu do meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu sangue subiu a cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Queria olhar para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas sem ter que olhar para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu sorriso não é tão largo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou feliz mas às vezes choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jogo meu corpo no espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, hoje faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje faz um dia lindo de morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;China - Um dia lindo de morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-8768891647745214330?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/8768891647745214330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-dia-mistura-as-cores-que-voltam-pro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8768891647745214330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8768891647745214330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-dia-mistura-as-cores-que-voltam-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-1994389626502486601</id><published>2009-01-25T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:51:28.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exagero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exagerei no ultimo post. Mas muita coisa mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-1994389626502486601?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/1994389626502486601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/exagero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1994389626502486601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1994389626502486601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/exagero.html' title='Exagero'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-3964598224952931002</id><published>2009-01-23T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:19:41.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabe quando tudo perde o significado? Foi assim que aconteceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então você perdeu a oportunidade de calar a boca e virou mais um na multidão, mais um número insignificante, mais um pra falar "comi"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Mas o caminho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que voce quer eu nao quero no momento"... Agora quem não quer mais iluminar seus caminhos sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;Tchau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I love you.&lt;br /&gt;- Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-3964598224952931002?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/3964598224952931002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/3964598224952931002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/3964598224952931002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-fuck.html' title='all about fuck'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-1722552732573800105</id><published>2009-01-22T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:46:05.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obamaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que ele deixará a desejar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não dá pra saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; coisa que podemos fazer é seguir seu exemplo e tentar evoluir. Não é todos os dias que um homem negro passa a liderar uma das maiores potencias do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Já começou bem: fechou o presidio de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guantánamo&lt;/span&gt;, que por muito tempo foi cenário de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mals&lt;/span&gt; tratos e afins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Antes mesmo de assumir a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presidência&lt;/span&gt; norte-americana, arregaçou as mangas e ajudou a reconstruir uma biblioteca em Washington, deixando o legado do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;voluntariado para o mundo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já passou da hora de pensarmos no próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Você não precisa ter dinheiro ou gostar de criança ou velhinhos para ser voluntário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voluntariosonline.org.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.voluntariosonline.org.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portaldovoluntario.org.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.portaldovoluntario.org.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voluntarios.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.voluntarios.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-1722552732573800105?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/1722552732573800105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamaman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1722552732573800105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1722552732573800105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamaman.html' title='Obamaman'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-2253088937532317591</id><published>2009-01-21T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:33:12.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I care about you. And I'm not gonna go crazy, and I'm not gonna try to kill myself. And I'm not gonna stop caring about you, no matter how hard you push me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;[Grey's Anatomy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-2253088937532317591?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/2253088937532317591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/2253088937532317591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/2253088937532317591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-for-you.html' title='just for you.'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-1901631119335580667</id><published>2009-01-21T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:28:19.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o que eu aprendi nos meus ultimos relacionamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Aren't you gonna say anything or … I'm not gonna break… I'm starting to get a little freaked out, but I'm not gonna break. It's not because I don't care, because I do care what you think about me, I do. Care. I just can't tell you want you wanna hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can't say something doesn't mean you don't want to. You can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them and not love them. And you can love somebody and not want to be with them. You don't need to love someone to want them. Now that's frustrating, when what your brain tells you you want and what you actually want don't match up. It's exhausting. And, well, its complicated. But that's life. And life… sucks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;[Grey's Anatomy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-1901631119335580667?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/1901631119335580667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-eu-aprendi-nos-meus-ultimos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1901631119335580667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/1901631119335580667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-eu-aprendi-nos-meus-ultimos.html' title='o que eu aprendi nos meus ultimos relacionamentos'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-9180300479745849703</id><published>2009-01-20T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:48:48.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about love parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posso amar qualquer um, mas amar a mim mesma vem acima de qualquer coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Como dizia a musica do Ultrage a Rigor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Eu me amo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eu me amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não posso mais viver sem mim"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-9180300479745849703?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/9180300479745849703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-love-parte-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu vivo sem pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no que é infelicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por que pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;viver é que é a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To sempre fudida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cheia de dívidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas to querendo sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To querendo progredir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To tentando deixar de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;porque temos uma realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as vezes prefiro flutuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pois amar é uma necessidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-8683248896570449881?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/8683248896570449881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8683248896570449881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8683248896570449881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-8173408543017302821</id><published>2009-01-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:43:37.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São 3 da manhã. Eu já não sei vivo a realidade ou se meus pensamentos são meras fantasias.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas com tumor cerebral costumam fantasiar suas historias. Acabou mais um episódio de Gray’s Anatomy que abordava esse assunto. Mas o fato é que a fantasia era realidade, por mais absurda que parecia aquela historia que era praticamente uma cinderela moderna era verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Você já pensou se sua vida é real ou uma projeção da realidade? A lucidez nem sempre é lúcida, a verdade nem sempre é absoluta, a realidade às vezes é surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós planejamos, todos nós vivemos de sonhos, projetos, de traçar o futuro... A troco de quê?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero viver de sonhos, mas as vezes parece impossível. Como viver o presente se vivemos para o futuro? Você já pensou em tudo que fez até hoje? A faculdade, o curso de inglês, photoshop... Tudo isso é uma projeção, que nós involuntariamente fazemos, pois queremos dinheiro e prestigio, queremos ser amados... Até na fantasia queremos ser amados, como nos contos de fadas...&lt;br /&gt;São 4 da manhã e eu ainda vivo de fantasias, porque a realidade machuca.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia tenha coragem de viver a realidade, só espero que nela contenham meus sonhos e que eles se tornem reais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-8173408543017302821?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/8173408543017302821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/fantasias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8173408543017302821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/8173408543017302821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/fantasias.html' title='Fantasias'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042558268937410889.post-456383649175155597</id><published>2009-01-19T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:25:38.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era como se fosse a primeira vez que te via, mas não senti o mesmo frio na barriga...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de sentir minhas pernas tremulas e a palma das mãos suando, sentia-me estranhamente tranqüila.&lt;br /&gt;Olhava no fundo dos seus olhos e você também mirava profundamente os meus. Falava-te qualquer coisa com uma vontade intrigante de engolir seus lábios, seu corpo... Tomamos ao todo, 6 cervejas, e eu ainda me sentia bem, apesar da descontrolada vontade de urinar... Meu celular toca 1,2,3 vezes, atendo na sua frente. Combino a madrugada com a vontade que você dividisse-a comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Entramos naquela sala, escura, propicia. Pensei "tenho que manter a postura". E cada minuto ficava mais difícil. Até que você adormeceu, deitado em meus braços, segurando minha mão. Sentia sua respiração quente e ofegante no meu ombro e aquela sensação me submetia tudo àquilo que tinha medo de sentir de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Meu celular toca, eu me levanto e me dirijo para fora da sala e ao fundo escuto: “aonde você vai?”. Eu não respondo e simplesmente saio. Quando retorno, digo apenas que meu celular tocou.&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda sente sono, eu sedo a você meu ombro novamente e você novamente pega minha mão, sinto um aperto forte.&lt;br /&gt;Você desperta, te abraço e te dou um beijo na testa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te respeitei, e por mais distante que estivesse, era por você que eu zelava todas as noites mal dormidas, pois sentia que você não estava bem. A única coisa que queria era vê-lo sorrir novamente. Sentia que suas desilusões iriam acabar com você, mas não iria me meter em sua vida, uma vez que poderia me machucar também, além disso, você precisava tomar um tapa forte da vida para acordar. Lutei contra minhas dores e coloquei sal nas feridas. Não foi fácil saber que você ainda sofria por alguém que não se importa com seu bem estar, mas me mantive lúcida, você não iria me derrubar, porque estou cada dia mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;Quando disse: “conte comigo”, não é da boca pra fora, só eu sei que posso te ajudar e você sabe bem o quanto precisa da minha ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Estou disposta a estender a mão sempre que precisar e você poderá puxar o braço e o resto do corpo. Acima de tudo, sou sua amiga, irmã, companheira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saímos. Você estava com fome. E você ainda aposta que a banana nanica é a menor, só porque o nome é “NANICA”. E eu ganho a aposta. Ganho um jantar e mais um momento com você. Vamos a um bar, começa a chover e me lembro que não tenho mais dinheiro na carteira, que precisava achar um banco. Minha cabeça dói. Vamos, os dois na chuva, eu encharcada e você rindo de mim que ainda ia pra balada naquele estado. Mas tudo bem, eu não ligo pra isso. Ligo somente praquele momento, que pra mim é sublime. Você diz “preciso ir embora”, e eu digo: “vá!” e te abraço dizendo: “ não vá!”.&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhamos e você me pergunta se era aquilo que eu estava esperando e me beija... foram mais de 5 minutos, que por mim não teriam terminado. E eu respondo: “aposto que você também queria”. Você diz: “se eu não quisesse não teria feito, o grande problema é: será que não podemos ficar sem isso? Pela nossa amizade?” Eu digo: “nossa amizade já acabou? Porque não me lembro de ter colocado um fim nela”. Você sorri, e seu sorriso é lindo, ele me deixa tonta e minhas pernas voltam a tremer quando você diz “preciso ir, tchau”. E eu ando sem olhar pra trás, sem saber exatamente o que eu senti naquele momento, naquele beijo. Simplesmente sigo em frente, vou me encontrar com o resto da minha noite. E estou sorrindo, como sempre, mas feliz como nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você nunca saiba disso, talvez um dia eu te mostre... A única coisa que posso dizer é que sou trouxa e nunca sairei do seu lado e isso eu te prometo mesmo sem você saber. Ain't no mountain high enough, Ain't no valley low enough, Ain't no river wide enough, To keep me from getting to you… My love is alive, Way down in my heart, Although we are miles apart, If you ever need a helping hand, I'll be there on the double, Just as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda falo sem medo de errar: eu amo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042558268937410889-456383649175155597?l=cintylante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/feeds/456383649175155597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/456383649175155597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042558268937410889/posts/default/456383649175155597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cintylante.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-love.html' title='all about love'/><author><name>Cint Licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071610559044411160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LY0EhXSolrY/SXUo4yJCCwI/AAAAAAAAABw/dQKGFeSaN-A/S220/Imagem+088.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
