<?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-1136896054886123230</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:20:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma flor pelos seus pensamentos...
Para que eles voem cada vz mais alto!     "É preciso ter o caos cá dentro para poder gerar uma estrela."(F N)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-632794507119375352</id><published>2010-04-29T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:14:05.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis célibataire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcJpJgNrNgg/S9pbJAwB6MI/AAAAAAAAADA/_o_1n3MC6Ik/s1600/ave.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465781308145920194" style="FLOAT: left; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416653674486275794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcJpJgNrNgg/SyvR0XsRntI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yE8EhLuI_wA/s320/img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tal fazer umas das 3 melhooores coisas da vida??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sendo a primeira: Comer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e última: Dormir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136896054886123230-9204988908126089813?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/9204988908126089813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=9204988908126089813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/9204988908126089813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/9204988908126089813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2009/12/dias-de-chuva.html' title='Dias de chuva...'/><author><name>May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152380295657374637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcJpJgNrNgg/SyvR0XsRntI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yE8EhLuI_wA/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-6900183533672449463</id><published>2008-09-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:43:45.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor é para os fracos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;        O amor nos torna fracos.. nos deixa mais expostos, mais bobos, mais vulneráveis, cegos que não querem ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Os fortes não amam... nunca tiveram o azar, ou a sorte... cada caso é um caso, no meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sorte... azar, de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SMSRS-CQrKI/AAAAAAAAADs/1o68DnDLvgI/s1600-h/depressao-710186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SMSRS-CQrKI/AAAAAAAAADs/1o68DnDLvgI/s320/depressao-710186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243475621242252450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pois sorte, depois azar de novo e assim por diante... azar agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Reciprocidade é sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Reciprocidade parcial azar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Total falta de reciprocidade Azar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ou seja jogamos um jogo com 33,3333%.... chanches de dar realmente certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Seria essa a matemática do amor????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Muitas vezez... enfraquecidos apostamos no 33,3333...% quando os outros 66,6666...% nos cerca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Apostemos no 33,333...% e sejamos fracos assumidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oooou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sejamos Fortes, ou finjidos.. 66,666...% de chances é mais palpável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E vivamos de filmes deprês, chocolates em formato de coração e remédios para dormir.. desde q qdo o sol nascer abramos um sorriso como se fosse irreal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136896054886123230-6900183533672449463?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6900183533672449463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=6900183533672449463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/6900183533672449463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/6900183533672449463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-amor-para-os-fracos.html' title='O amor é para os fracos!'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SMSRS-CQrKI/AAAAAAAAADs/1o68DnDLvgI/s72-c/depressao-710186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-5545278974698394523</id><published>2008-07-30T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:32:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre: Um amor Quase perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok, este jah foi. Devo dizer que realmente me empolguei no fim ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Alguns me disseram q a história por ser curta parece mais um conto... Realmentenão fiquei satisfeita com essa, tenho certeza que poderia ter saído melhor, pensei até em mudar um pouco os rumos da história.... mas minha falta de temo me fez desistir e deixá-la crua como se encontra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Apesar d td espero q gostem ... ainda não sei ql será minha próxima postagem ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mas em breve decido ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; bjoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136896054886123230-5545278974698394523?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5545278974698394523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=5545278974698394523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/5545278974698394523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/5545278974698394523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-este-jah-foi.html' title='Sobre: Um amor Quase perfeito'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-675021097862802324</id><published>2008-07-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:41:49.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase Perfeito - Cap. 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SI6DZYaxeNI/AAAAAAAAADU/7PwAN8zGSOo/s1600-h/HM8WTXCA15XPSHCABL30FJCAC8J4VYCAU0OXU6CAE3O1EVCAQOH87NCA3KG6MJCA765JL1CAXQR6FZCAD9V05NCAA2MV68CANK34QDCAIPW0YLCAXMHL9ZCAJ5YCVPCAS9LAJ2CAAO1WP8CAO6UOXT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228260689498437842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SI6DZYaxeNI/AAAAAAAAADU/7PwAN8zGSOo/s320/HM8WTXCA15XPSHCABL30FJCAC8J4VYCAU0OXU6CAE3O1EVCAQOH87NCA3KG6MJCA765JL1CAXQR6FZCAD9V05NCAA2MV68CANK34QDCAIPW0YLCAXMHL9ZCAJ5YCVPCAS9LAJ2CAAO1WP8CAO6UOXT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Devido ao rumo que as coisas tomaram fui conversar com Carol na prisão, dizia-se arrependida e que tudo o que queria era ter filhos e que não fez por mau. Mas eu via o ódio nos seus olhos como nunca havia visto...&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida havia acabado estava sozinho, sentia-me enganado, traído e sem motivação para viver.&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite após o julgamento que condenou as duas, tinha a sensação de “justiça feita” decidi suicidar-me (confesso não ter pensado nos gêmeos ao tomar essa decisão) já estava sentado em cima ao prédio do meu trabalho, acima de seu décimo quinto andar, sentei-me e pensando nos últimos acontecimentos vi uma mulher... ela olhou para mim e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Não me diga que quer se matar também?&lt;br /&gt;- Digo sim...&lt;br /&gt;- Então arranje outro edifício que este aqui já é meu!&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso estou vivendo com ela graças a ela não me matei e sobrevivi o suficiente para estar aqui e escrever este livro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FIM!&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/1136896054886123230-675021097862802324?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/675021097862802324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=675021097862802324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/675021097862802324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/675021097862802324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-18.html' title='Um Amor Quase Perfeito - Cap. 18'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SI6DZYaxeNI/AAAAAAAAADU/7PwAN8zGSOo/s72-c/HM8WTXCA15XPSHCABL30FJCAC8J4VYCAU0OXU6CAE3O1EVCAQOH87NCA3KG6MJCA765JL1CAXQR6FZCAD9V05NCAA2MV68CANK34QDCAIPW0YLCAXMHL9ZCAJ5YCVPCAS9LAJ2CAAO1WP8CAO6UOXT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-3871176668927406047</id><published>2008-07-28T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:30:11.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase Perfeito - Cap. 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SI6AiVM-7wI/AAAAAAAAADM/7lQm7ocCh38/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228257544719232770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SI6AiVM-7wI/AAAAAAAAADM/7lQm7ocCh38/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explicações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lembro- me muito bem até hoje, palavra por palavra o que me disseram naquele dia, o dia em que minha vida que já estava desmoronando foi abaixo de vez.No momento que entrei na sala do delegado ele olhou muito sério para mim e antes que eu dissesse qualquer coisa começou a falar:“ Eu sei que não sabia de nada, essas duas mulheres são duas assassinas estão sendo responsabilizadas pelos assassinatos de sua irmã, seu cunhado e seu amigo Paulo. Nós andamos fazendo muitas investigações, como vocês já disseram no depoimento Carol sempre quis ter filhos, foi o que a levou a matar sua irmã e o marido, ela queria ficar com as crianças. O encontro entre vocês e o casal Ana e Paulo na lua de mel foi todo arquitetado por elas. Ana matou o marido para herdar a herança e se livrar das implicâncias que ele tinha com ela graças a pequenos detalhes domésticos... As duas conheciam-se dês de a infância e foi aí que mataram os o próprio pai, ah já ia me esquecendo são irmãs por parte de pai, voltando ao assunto ... mataram-no por que não queria deixa-las sob a guarda de suas mães...depois disto mudaram de nome e foram viver pelo mundo foragidas e até esquecidas até hoje.E para poder prende-las precisávamos de provas, encontramos fios de cabelos nas vítimas e uma marca na madeira da cama de cada uma das vítimas: uma estrela dentro de um círculo. A mesma tatuagem que as duas tem no pescoço. Com isso serão julgadas em breve e mui possivelmente condenadas a muitos anos de prisão.”Ouvi tudo isto calado, não sabia como reagir esta não era a doce, simples, simpática, carinhosa e delicada Carol que eu conheci, eu não convivi com este monstro que me disseram. Ia-se embora meu amor perfeito...Naquele dia passei mal e fui hospitalizado.&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/1136896054886123230-3871176668927406047?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3871176668927406047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=3871176668927406047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/3871176668927406047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/3871176668927406047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-17.html' title='Um Amor Quase Perfeito - Cap. 17'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SI6AiVM-7wI/AAAAAAAAADM/7lQm7ocCh38/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-705016057082764145</id><published>2008-07-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:35:45.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase Perfeito - Cap. 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Um susto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Numa segunda-feira pela manhã a polícia veio até minha casa. Levou –nos uma intimação, deveríamos depor sobre a morte de Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;E assim o fizemos. Após nosso depoimento imediatamente expediram uma mandato de prisão para Ana e Carol, eu fiquei sem entender nada e me irritei: o que eles acham que estão fazendo?&lt;br /&gt;Pediram para eu me conter, me levaram até a sala do delegado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136896054886123230-705016057082764145?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/705016057082764145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=705016057082764145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/705016057082764145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/705016057082764145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-16.html' title='Um Amor Quase Perfeito - Cap. 16'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-4619847806139682532</id><published>2008-07-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:34:52.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap. 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Uma Nova Perda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Paulo, desta vez havia sido Paulo a vítima, mais um assassinato, mais suspeitas recaem sobre Ana, confesso que cheguei a pensar seriamente que Ana poderia vir a ser a assassina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; O crime? Estava certamente ligado ao outro, o mesmo tipo de assassinato, a facadas em lugares bem parecidos, desta vez minha esposa havia estado com o casal um dia antes e alegou Ter ouvido uma pequena discussão entre o casal, porém nada que se possa desconfiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Desta vez a polícia estava mais intrigada e cada vez menos expunha-nos os fatos, eu queria justiça e ajudava-os no que podia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Naquele dia encontrei Carol no quarto, chorando desesperadamente. Perguntei a ela o que havia acontecido, embora não tenha estranhado esta reação, ela sempre foi muito sensível e chorava com facilidade. Ela me disse soluçando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-  Eu já não agüento mais tantas mortes tantas desgraças, eu não quero mais, não quero mais, não quero , não quero , mas eu não posso eu já nem sei mais , não quero , não , não quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Depois de dizer isto desmaiou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Levei-a ao médico e também ao psicólogo, ambos disseram que era conseqüência dos últimos acontecimentos e recomendaram que ela não passasse mais por fortes emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ana apesar de estar cheia de problemas por ser acusada pelos assassinatos estava sempre conosco e dando apoio a Carol , que parecia sentir- se bem melhor ao seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ana realmente não podia ser uma assassina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136896054886123230-4619847806139682532?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4619847806139682532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=4619847806139682532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/4619847806139682532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/4619847806139682532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/uma-nova-perda.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap. 15'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-512756322231969296</id><published>2008-07-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:57:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap. 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uma tentativa. Sim uma tentativa de voltar a normalidade, mas apenas uma tentativa era impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nossa vida havia tido uma louca reviravolta na ultima semana, a falta que Lisa e seu marido nos fazia, e que atormentava mais ainda as crianças que choravam muito. A própria presença das crianças... não éramos acostumados a viver em mais de dois em uma casa, todavia estávamos nos saindo bem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não dava para voltar a uma vida normal com a constante presença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de investigadores em nossa casa, que cada vez mais encontravam perguntas a serem feitas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana, Ah! Pobre Ana...não acredito que seja ser tão dissimulado a ponto de matar minha irmã, como a polícia andava achando, e ainda ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chorar em seu velório. &lt;i style=""&gt;Decerto andam considerando demasiadamente aquela briga boba&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;que tiveram ambas naquela triste noite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas... quem poderia Ter feito aquela maldade, o crime parecia perfeito demais. Que eu soubesse Lisa e seu marido nunca tiveram “inimigos” ou ao menos desavenças com ninguém, muito pelo contrário, muitas pessoas eram gratas a minha irmã por Ter cuidado com tanto carinho de suas crianças, como médica pediatra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Meu Deus, como isso pode acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-512756322231969296?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/512756322231969296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=512756322231969296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/512756322231969296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/512756322231969296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-14.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap. 14'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-734773308754174368</id><published>2008-07-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:39:57.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap. 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SIVWcZcGOEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0BhAnHiCSkw/s1600-h/morte+nos+separa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SIVWcZcGOEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0BhAnHiCSkw/s320/morte+nos+separa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225677988498389058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Como podem imaginar o dia seguinte foi terrível, Ter que cuidar dos problemas do velório e do enterro. E tentar ser forte diante dos fatos, minha irmã era tudo para mim uma pessoa que sinceramente não merecia morrer, ela e o marido muito jovens para um destino tão cruel...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Os gêmeos do alto de seus 2 anos de idade, perguntavam de seus pais, e Carol tentava explicar a eles de uma maneira que só ela sabia falar esse tipo de coisa, ela já nem parecia tão abalada, para que as crianças não sofram mais...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ana e Paulo, foram ao velório e ao enterro, ambos pareciam muito tristes com o fato ocorrido. Eu estava tão ocupado que mal pude falar com eles, mas nos encontramos depois do enterro na delegacia para prestar depoimento sobre a noite do assassinato. Um por um fomos interrogados, na verdade relutei em ser interrogado neste dia pois não era nada confortável para nenhum de nós falar sobre esse acontecimento ainda tão recente, contudo respondemos as perguntas e nos livramos desta obrigação.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ganhamos a guarda temporária dos gêmeos, o que já era de se esperar, éramos a família mais próxima deles, e Carol já tinha muita prática em cuidar dessas crianças&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136896054886123230-734773308754174368?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/734773308754174368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=734773308754174368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/734773308754174368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/734773308754174368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-13.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap. 13'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SIVWcZcGOEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0BhAnHiCSkw/s72-c/morte+nos+separa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-5732695853430214765</id><published>2008-05-22T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:04:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Uma ligação no meio da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De madrugada acordei com o barulho do telefone e vi Carol de pé:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;você já estava acordada?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sim fui ao banheiro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Traga o telefone até mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aqui...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Atendi e tudo o que pude dizer foi...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“estou indo aí!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Olhei para Carol com meus olhos cheios de lágrimas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Minha irmã...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O que houve? Disse ela já preocupada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Está morta, foi assassinada! Ela e o marido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas como? Quem fez isso, e as crianças?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Após este dialogo pegamos o carro e fomos até a casa de Lisa. Encontramos muito policiais lá, e tive que dolorosamente ver o local do crime; o quarto do casal. As crianças dormiam inocentes sem nem saber a desgraça que as cercavam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sofri muito com a morte de Lisa, foi assassinada covardemente com facadas enquanto dormia, assim como seu marido. Ao menos as crianças foram poupadas. Levamo-as para casa naquela noite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carol parecia estar sofrendo demais com a morte de minha irmã, sua amiga, mas cuidava com imenso carinho de seus sobrinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-5732695853430214765?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5732695853430214765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=5732695853430214765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/5732695853430214765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/5732695853430214765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-12.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 12.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-8480879098104222598</id><published>2008-05-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:50:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SDTtOxX64tI/AAAAAAAAACs/oKFpeh4zt0Q/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SDTtOxX64tI/AAAAAAAAACs/oKFpeh4zt0Q/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203044307547382482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Cap. 11 uma pequena discussão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;uando saímos certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sábado, minha irmã pode nos acompanhar ela e seu marido, as crianças ficaram com a babá. Estávamos nos divertindo muito Carol um tanto preocupada com os sobrinhos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Esta mulher é mesmo de confiança? ... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;fora isto tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana estava belíssima com seu vestido novo que ela não fazia a mínima questão de esconder:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É novinho&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de uma grife Caríssima, um estilista famosíssimo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É eu não havia dito... Ana tem um lado meio “perua” mas tem um bom coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando notei a movimentação entre elas olharam para mim dizendo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vamos ao toalete esperem só um pouquinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Virei-me discretamente&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;para o lado de Paulo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ih!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Podemos esperar sentados ... você sabe, quando elas vão em grupo ao banheiro geralmente demoram...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É. Disse ele com um sorriso&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cúmplice.&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meia hora depois elas estavam de volta...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vamos, vamos embora de repente o ambiente começou a pesar, tchau Carol, tchau Ezequiel! Disse Ana puxando o marido que assim como eu não estava entendendo nada. Ele se despediu também e foram, Caro ainda tentou insistir para que ficassem, mas não teve jeito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fomos então todos embora&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lisa também não parecia muito feliz...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Em casa Carol" st="on"&gt;Em  casa Carol&lt;/st1:personname&gt; me explicou o que houve... Parece que Lisa e Ana discutiram porque segundo Carol Lida derrubou sem querer um gloss liquido no vestido de Ana, que virou uma fera por isso e as duas discutiram quase brigaram fisicamente... uma bobagem...&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/1136896054886123230-8480879098104222598?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8480879098104222598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=8480879098104222598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8480879098104222598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8480879098104222598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-9_21.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 9.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SDTtOxX64tI/AAAAAAAAACs/oKFpeh4zt0Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-8856280743431405410</id><published>2008-05-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:55:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ana e Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ana e Paulo, casal simpaticíssimo de amigos. Saiamos sempre aos sábados para jantar em um restaurante e as vezes para dançar, raramente minha irmã e seu marido nos acompanhavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mayara/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nós os conhecemos na nossa lua de mel eles também eram recém-casados e as circunstancias trouxeram nossa amizade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ana mulher simples e bonita, olhos mestiços repuxados e muito jovem. Ela também não tinha filhos mais poderia te-los se quisesse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Paulo jovem também mas muito trabalhador , brincalhão e bem apessoado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A decisão de não ter filhos até então veio dos dois que queriam curtir a vida  estavam casados já a algum tempo mas ainda eram jovens, pareciam dois adolescentes quando estavam juntos, mas eram pessoas de caráter já bastante amadurecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-8856280743431405410?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8856280743431405410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=8856280743431405410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8856280743431405410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8856280743431405410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-10.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 10.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-3675960816344155202</id><published>2008-05-19T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:18:47.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Alguns Anos Depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Vivemos muito bem os primeiros anos de casamento, Carol começou a escrever poesias, já estava lançando seu segundo livro, o primeiro denominava-se “Versos Sem Nome” que incluía no fim uma certa historia,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;um romance policial, achávamos incrível como Carol descrevia os sentimentos das personagens, principalmente do psicopata da história,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fez um sucesso até considerável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Os livros que ela escreve tentam preencher o vazio deixado nela ao descobrir que é estéril, ela quase entrou em depressão por isso, mas minha irmã como amiga que se tornara de minha esposa, ajudou-a a superar esta fase. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Seu grande sonho de infância além de ser escritora era o de ter filhos especialmente gêmeos. Pensamos em adotar mas ela pediu um tempo para refletir e se recompor da descoberta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Eu também sofri muito, queria tanto Ter filhos, filhos meus! Mas tive que ser forte para que carol não piorasse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nosso hábito de ir à biblioteca aos sábados já tinha se extinguido, eu trabalhava demais, e ela, ela tinha quase que uma biblioteca particular em casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Minha irmã lisa já tinha dois filhos, um adorável casal, ironicamente gêmeos. Carol adorava ir visita-los e sempre dispunha-se a cuidar das crianças que a adoravam. Ela parecia nascida para ter filhos e também por ironia do destino não os tinha. Mas sempre que pensava nisso conformava-se ao cuidar de seus sobrinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-3675960816344155202?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3675960816344155202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=3675960816344155202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/3675960816344155202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/3675960816344155202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-9.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 9.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-8497190263869919907</id><published>2008-05-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:50:09.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SC5HqeoKRJI/AAAAAAAAACk/U_wCrV7u41A/s1600-h/red_rose_bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SC5HqeoKRJI/AAAAAAAAACk/U_wCrV7u41A/s320/red_rose_bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201173414761088146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;O pedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheguei com um buque de rosas vermelhas e sem lhe dar oportunidade de questionar comecei a recitar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Balada do amor através das idades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Eu te gosto, você me gosta &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;desde tempos imemoriais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Eu era grego, você troiana,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;troiana mas não helena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Saí do cavalo de pau&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;para matar seu irmão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Matei, brigamos, morremos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Virei soldado romano,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;perseguidor de cristãos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Na porta da catacumba&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;encontrei-te novamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mas quando vi você nua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;caída na areia do circo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;e o leão que vinha vindo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;dei um pulo desesperado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;e o leão comeu nós dois.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Depois virei pirata mouro,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;flagelo da tripolitânea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Toquei fogo na fragata &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;onde você se escondia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;da fúria de meu bergantim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mas quando ia te pegar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;e te fazer minha escrava&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;você fez o sinal-da-cruz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;e rasgou o peito a punhal...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Me suicidei também.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Depois (tempos mais amenos)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;fui cortesão de versailles,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;espirituoso e devasso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Você cismou em ser freira...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Pulei o muro do convento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;mas complicações políticas &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;nos levaram a guilhotina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Hoje sou moço moderno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;remo, pulo, danço, boxo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;tenho dinheiro no banco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Você é uma loura (ruiva) notável,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;boxa, dança, pula, rema&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Seu pai é que não faz gosto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mas depois de mil peripécias,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;eu, herói da paramount&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;te abraço, beijo e casamos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Casa comigo? Falei como se apelasse .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; E ela fez como no poema: me abraçou, me beijou e casamos logo após a minha formação na faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-8497190263869919907?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8497190263869919907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=8497190263869919907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8497190263869919907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8497190263869919907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-8.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 8.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SC5HqeoKRJI/AAAAAAAAACk/U_wCrV7u41A/s72-c/red_rose_bouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-1090925100080700596</id><published>2008-05-16T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:46:07.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SC5Gy-oKRII/AAAAAAAAACc/wIsYCOOWASs/s1600-h/casamento_aneis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SC5Gy-oKRII/AAAAAAAAACc/wIsYCOOWASs/s320/casamento_aneis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201172461278348418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Séria e linda decisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estava tudo tão perfeito que em seis meses de namoro&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;resolvi pedi-la em casamento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Encontrei uma maneira de fazê-lo que sabia que ela amaria, mas mesmo assim estava nervoso, afinal poderia levar um não educado na cara. Nós só estávamos juntos a meio ano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Faltava uma semana para o casamento de minha irmã e então com a desculpa de que&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tinha que ajuda-la em uns detalhes, pedi para que ela fosse sozinha a biblioteca e disse que se pudesse apareceria. Sem relutar aceitou a proposta e foi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-1090925100080700596?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1090925100080700596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=1090925100080700596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/1090925100080700596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/1090925100080700596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-7.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 7.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SC5Gy-oKRII/AAAAAAAAACc/wIsYCOOWASs/s72-c/casamento_aneis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-3746952707831655151</id><published>2008-05-15T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:48:13.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Naquele dia conversamos muito descobrimos muitas coisas em comum, tornamo-nos bons amigos, e em pouco tempo já estávamos namorando. E ela parecia verdadeiramente especial, perfeita para mim, todas nossas idéias batiam, e nos divertíamos muito juntos estava tudo muito perfeito nunca havia visto algo dar tão certo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Lembram do livro q peguei naquele primeiro sábado na biblioteca? Era o livro que ela procurava, poesia era uma de suas paixões como era para mim também. Nós nos dávamos tão bem que parecíamos nos conhecer já de outras vidas, era o que ela me dizia quando ia lá em casa observar as estrelas comigo, ela dizia-se compulsiva por estrelas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ah! Outro detalhe o primeiro beijo que ela me deu, isso mesmo ela tomou iniciativa, foi depois de ler uma poesia de Drummond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-3746952707831655151?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3746952707831655151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=3746952707831655151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/3746952707831655151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/3746952707831655151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-6.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 6.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-8607062271535716102</id><published>2008-05-14T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:22:46.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Cadê ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na semana seguinte eu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCueLuoKRHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2lZcNVHRHIM/s1600-h/esperando_algo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCueLuoKRHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2lZcNVHRHIM/s320/esperando_algo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200424119061595250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; já estava lá há meia hora, no mesmo horário da semana passada, e ela não aparecia. Fiquei enrolando até ela aparecer. Quando ela chegou tive vontade de ir até ela e cobrar seu atraso, mas, que atraso? Não marcamos nada! Achei melhor esperar ela falar comigo, mas não resisti e me dirigi até ela:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oi! E ela com um sorriso triste me respondeu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oi! Como vai ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bem e você ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bem, e sua namorada?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Namorada? Fingi que não, mas lembrei do episódio do Sábado passado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É! A moça que estava com você na biblioteca da última vez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah! Minha nossa, aquela é minha irmã. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desculpe-me a gafe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sem problemas. Ela parecia verdadeiramente envergonhada, e sem jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-8607062271535716102?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8607062271535716102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=8607062271535716102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8607062271535716102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/8607062271535716102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-5.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 5.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCueLuoKRHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2lZcNVHRHIM/s72-c/esperando_algo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-5798572595313804016</id><published>2008-05-13T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:20:51.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCpMT-oKRGI/AAAAAAAAACE/kg8ff_tk6dY/s1600-h/imaginatiom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCpMT-oKRGI/AAAAAAAAACE/kg8ff_tk6dY/s320/imaginatiom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052625865327714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;  E Carol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No caminho para casa fui pensando: e Carol ara onde foi, ela disse que eu esperasse ali mas não apareceu, ou apareceu, vai ver eu já não estava mais quando ela apareceu, ou então ela me viu com Lisa, pode Ter pensado que é minha namorada ou talvez eu tenha dito algo que não a agradou e ela tenha achado mais discreto pedir para eu esperar e sumir. Pára, para tudo, minha imaginação está muito fértil hoje ela não faria isto... o que eu estou dizendo...eu nem conheço ela como posso saber se ela não faria isto ou não?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh! É melhor parar, que importa minha imaginação, só vou saber o que houve quando for à biblioteca semana que vem, bem, se ela for...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;É pensamento positivo “ela vai!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-5798572595313804016?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5798572595313804016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=5798572595313804016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/5798572595313804016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/5798572595313804016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-4.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 4.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCpMT-oKRGI/AAAAAAAAACE/kg8ff_tk6dY/s72-c/imaginatiom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-2642522480715320337</id><published>2008-05-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:35:03.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCj-SOoKRFI/AAAAAAAAABc/yKV-ubw90lA/s1600-h/660331558_c0687bef30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCj-SOoKRFI/AAAAAAAAABc/yKV-ubw90lA/s200/660331558_c0687bef30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199685358916879442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Um pouco mais sobre eu e Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ela me abraçou e me beijou no rosto e fomos embora! Eu e lisa sempre nos demos muito bem desde criança, sempre tivemos nossas briguinhas saudáveis de irmãos mas isso já passou a “alguns” anos. Ela, ao contrário de mim teve muito sucesso na carreira, e olha que é minha irmã mais nova. Tenho orgulho dela, é uma pediatra de sucesso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Já eu desenvolvi meu gosto pelo conhecimento um tanto tarde, terminei meu ensino médio sem repetir nem um ano porém, não entrei logo para uma faculdade, agora&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;estou cursando o terceiro ano de astronomia, sou fascinado por estrelas e pelos mistérios que esse céu nos esconde.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lisa está noiva, vai se casar em 23 de setembro, ama a primavera como ama crianças, por isso a data.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu trabalho no correio para tentar manter-me estudo em uma faculdade pública, mas tenho que comprar livros, entre outras coisas... por isso trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-2642522480715320337?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2642522480715320337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=2642522480715320337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/2642522480715320337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/2642522480715320337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-3.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 3.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCj-SOoKRFI/AAAAAAAAABc/yKV-ubw90lA/s72-c/660331558_c0687bef30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-4748567164174067380</id><published>2008-05-09T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:45:56.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCUGS_QXhNI/AAAAAAAAABI/XjTBMQfelSE/s1600-h/livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCUGS_QXhNI/AAAAAAAAABI/XjTBMQfelSE/s320/livros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198568268156601554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Na biblioteca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na semana seguinte retornei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E ao encontrar o livro que queria tentei retira-lo de seu lugar na estante, e ao conseguir derrubei mais uns três livros junto, graças ao “buraco que abri na estante pude ver do outro lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o o outro corredor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     -&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como sabe meu nome?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu te atendi no c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orreio semana passada... Não lembra?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah! Desculpe-me sou tão distraída que nem ao menos sou capaz de guardar uma fisionomia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não se desculpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; quem se lembraria de um atendente de correio...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem se lembraria de uma das centenas de pessoas que devem passar por lá diariamente? Disse ela com uma fisionomia um tanto enigmática ao mesmo tempo engraçada. – nem ao menos sei seu nome!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claro, eu já deveria Ter me apresentado, prazer Ezequiel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hum! Que nome diferente, mas bonito. Espere aí!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então ela saiu do meu limitado campo de visão, e eu fiquei a arrumar os livros que havia derrubado! E comecei a foliar o livro que pretendia levar. Quando sinto duas mãos frias tampando meus olhos. E num impulso digo :&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol? Quem é essa? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me virei para trás já com os olhos destampados e vi, minha irmã com as mãos na cintura e a sobrancelha esquerda arqueada com cara de interrogação (curiosidade).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma amiga, que estava conversando comigo à pouco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei amiga... Eu percebi o jeito como você pronunciou “Carol”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Lisa, Você percebe coisas demais! Disse eu em tom de brincadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-4748567164174067380?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4748567164174067380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=4748567164174067380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/4748567164174067380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/4748567164174067380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-2.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 2.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCUGS_QXhNI/AAAAAAAAABI/XjTBMQfelSE/s72-c/livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-2149131503351868949</id><published>2008-05-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:34:39.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Primeiro encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Era manhã chuvosa, eu entediado, atendia aos poucos clientes que esperavam mui pacientes para ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ndar suas cartas, ou pagar suas cobranças.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enquanto trabalhava, para aliviar o tédio dispersava o olhar, olhava envolta para os rostos das pessoas ali presentes, e a comum paisagem ao redor... Foi numa dessas olhadelas que quando com o olhar direcionado ao rumo da porta, não pude deixar de notar uma jovem que acabava de entrar com o cabelo molhado, desajeitada, lutando com o guarda-chuva, tentando fecha-lo. Ela direcionou-se a fila de espera, e eu tentava não olhar mais, contudo sua beleza era estonteante e delicada, olhos castanhos que a luz tornava quase verdes, cabelos longos avermelhados e ondulados, lábios carnudos e rosados, pele clara com bochechas rosadas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Algo caiu e chamou novamente minha atenção ao meu trabalho. Mesm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCPDEeJRpLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NsDY9Ru_Wps/s1600-h/enfants_coquins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCPDEeJRpLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NsDY9Ru_Wps/s320/enfants_coquins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198212876494546098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o com o pensamento “nela” continuei meu trabalho , um pouco mais distraído, mas continuei a trabalhar... a fila foi andando e finalmente a vez de a tende-la chegou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bom dia! Só um minutinho por favor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E nesse “minutinho” ela revirou os bolsos do casaco até achar um envelope, eu paralisado até aí não disse nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aqui! – exclamou ela, provavelmente falando sozinha, eu sem graça dei um sorriso cúmplice- quero enviar esta carta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nossa esta carta vai para longe, a senhorita tem parentes na Itália?... perdoe-me a intromissão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah! esquece, não precisa se desculpar só não me chame de senhorita, prazer, Carolina, mas pode me chamar de Carol – estendeu inconvenientemente sua mão sobre o balcão...qual mesmo seu nome?... ah.. tenho parentes lá sim... na verdade a maior parte de minha família.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Certo.. é... R$ 1,75... senh...Carol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah! sim ... obrigada, Tchau.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E assim ela se foi, o seu sorriso maroto ficou marcado na minha memória. Mas eu tinha a certeza Que a veria&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;novamente. E o dia foi passando eu tentando não pensar mais naquela mulher que me tirara a concentração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E nisso passei a semana inteira esperando inutilmente que ela entrasse por aquela porta e conversasse comigo como fez naquela manhã chuvosa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No Sábado como de costume fui a biblioteca municipal, sempre gostei muito de ir a biblioteca um ambiente muito agradável, uma bela construção com colunas gregas e ar de antigüidade por fora, por dentro mais aos fundos, estantes gigantescas de pura madeira escura cheias de livros, separados por seções, mais a frente dezenas de escrivaninhas com abajures de luz bem forte para leitura, e perto da entrada um balcão onde ficava a “mocinha” que registrava os livros que eram emprestados e ajudava pessoas que “perdiam-se” em meio aquele labirinto de estantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas curiosamente essa semana ela não estava lá, e graças a isso livros não estavam sendo emprestados (como me disse o segurança ali presente) resolvi ler um pouco por ali mesmo e retornar na semana seguinte para enfim pegar emprestado o livro que desejava, era um livro de Drummond com poesias lindas (adoro poesias).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E assim o fiz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1136896054886123230-2149131503351868949?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2149131503351868949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=2149131503351868949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/2149131503351868949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/2149131503351868949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-amor-quase-perfeito-cap-1.html' title='Um Amor Quase perfeito - Cap 1.'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCPDEeJRpLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NsDY9Ru_Wps/s72-c/enfants_coquins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136896054886123230.post-402350541238024655</id><published>2008-05-07T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:47:09.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>** The first/ The Begin**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCJ3NOJRpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDq1rZnFO0E/s1600-h/017fig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCJ3NOJRpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDq1rZnFO0E/s320/017fig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197847988957979778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Talvez uma história romântica, talvz misteriosa...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sabe eu mesma ainda não sei... mas a minha intenção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ao criar este blog foi divulgar alguns textos meus..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;mas hj ainda estou decidindo cmo isso vai ser ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;amanhã posto de verdade!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1136896054886123230-402350541238024655?l=damnnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/feeds/402350541238024655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136896054886123230&amp;postID=402350541238024655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/402350541238024655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136896054886123230/posts/default/402350541238024655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-begin.html' title='** The first/ The Begin**'/><author><name>*May!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688918935714418223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SfzIKsV8rxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJk_vI4teXE/S220/mah!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDfc1Lw2pnI/SCJ3NOJRpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDq1rZnFO0E/s72-c/017fig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
