<?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-5509785750290505191</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:47:53.735-02:00</updated><category term='saramago morreu'/><category term='anna krugger'/><category term='ROBERTA CAMPOS'/><category term='kafka'/><category term='coração selvagem'/><category term='amar e mudar as coisas'/><category term='faz parte do meu show'/><category term='Débora Blando- Próprias Mentiras'/><category term='silvia plath'/><category term='Sous le ciel de Paris'/><category term='doces barbaros'/><category term='ai du'/><category term='andy warhol'/><category term='cigarro'/><category term='Lover'/><category term='chove'/><category term='nelly furtado'/><category term='taximetro'/><category term='te amo'/><category term='ópio'/><category term='belchior'/><category term='édipo'/><category term='assinado eu'/><category term='dalva de oliveira'/><category term='Vieux Farka Toure'/><category term='simone capeto'/><category term='mafalda de aquino'/><category term='sol'/><category term='monstros invisiveis'/><category term='Baby Jane'/><category term='neruda.poemas'/><category term='caio fernando abreu'/><category term='Roberta Campos -Acabou'/><category term='christina aguilera'/><category term='Ignácio de Loyola Brandão'/><category term='feliz'/><category term='parnassus'/><category term='laura pausini'/><category term='marian keys'/><category term='clarice lispector'/><category term='marisa monte'/><category term='saber amar- Paralamas do sucesso'/><category term='manoel de barros'/><category term='poema'/><category term='CINEMA PARDISO'/><category term='pra ser sincero'/><category term='Soneto de Fidelidade- Tom Jobim'/><category term='Leoni'/><category term='horas cariocas'/><category term='Babel'/><category term='pablo neruda'/><category term='Alejandra Pizarnik'/><category term='frases'/><category term='arnaldo jabor'/><category term='lua e flor'/><category term='legiao urbana'/><category term='cazuza'/><category term='Hanna Arendt'/><category term='shakira'/><category term='confissão'/><category term='Mário de Sá Carneiro'/><category term='orlando moraes'/><category term='hoje eu to sozinha'/><category term='desarmar'/><category term='edith piaf'/><category term='musica'/><category term='vida louca'/><category term='maria bethania'/><category term='cabelos vermelhos'/><category term='engenheiros'/><category term='She e Him'/><category term='música nova'/><category term='music'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='figura'/><category term='elisa lucinda'/><category term='rihanna'/><category term='universo no teu corpo'/><category term='Raul Seixas'/><category term='djavan'/><category term='cego do castelo'/><category term='tudo diferente'/><category term='illegal'/><category term='peça'/><category term='lenda grega'/><category term='mário campello'/><category term='voce ja me esqueceu'/><category term='sina'/><category term='kleiton e kledir'/><category term='rua da saudade'/><category term='maria gadú'/><category term='fernanda young'/><category term='vocal delicatessen'/><category term='lenine'/><category term='detalhes'/><category term='patricia marx. me liga'/><category term='mario quintana'/><category term='trecho de livro'/><category term='erotismo'/><category term='fernanda takai'/><category term='thais gulin'/><category term='saramago'/><category term='bandeira branca'/><category term='as cartas que eu não mando'/><category term='adolescencia'/><category term='Un vestido y un amor - 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Mas que me diga logo pra que eu pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;sa desocupar o coração. Avisei que não dou mais nenhum sinal de vida. E não darei. Não é mais possível. Não vou me alimentar de ilusões. Prefiro reconhecer com o máximo de tranqüilidade possível que estou só do que ficar a mercê de visitas adiadas, encontros transferidos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu in Cartas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7395311557090947226?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7395311557090947226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7395311557090947226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7395311557090947226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7395311557090947226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/12/ou-me-quer-e-vem-ou-nao-me-quer-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2802703303050649027</id><published>2011-12-05T01:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:52:20.940-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernanda takai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voce ja me esqueceu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;É noite, amor&lt;br /&gt;E o frio entrou no quarto que foi seu e meu&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela aberta onde eu me debrucei&lt;br /&gt;Na espera inútil e você não apareceu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Você já me esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;E eu não vejo um jeito de fazer você lembrar&lt;br /&gt;De tantas vezes que eu ouvi você dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu era tudo pra você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Você já me esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;E a madrugada fria agora vem dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já não passo de nada pra você&lt;br /&gt;Você já me esqueceu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Fernanda Takai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2802703303050649027?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2802703303050649027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2802703303050649027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2802703303050649027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2802703303050649027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-noite-amor-e-o-frio-entrou-no-quarto.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8094789258893246238</id><published>2011-11-06T23:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T23:36:33.466-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thais gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horas cariocas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Vai saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Se a noite somos todas pardas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Vai saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Que o que mais quero é não ter sardas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Vai saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Por que mulher por quem me trocas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Thais Gulin - Horas Cariocas&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/5509785750290505191-8094789258893246238?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8094789258893246238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8094789258893246238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8094789258893246238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8094789258893246238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/11/vai-saber-se-noite-somos-todas-pardas.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2573238892172341298</id><published>2011-10-30T02:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:16:56.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(148, 148, 148, 0.0976563); "&gt;Vem, antes que eu me vá, antes que seja tarde demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(148, 148, 148, 0.0976563); "&gt; Vem, que eu não tenho ninguém e te quero junto a mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(148, 148, 148, 0.0976563); "&gt;Vem, que eu te ensinarei a voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(148, 148, 148, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(148, 148, 148, 0.0976563); "&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&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/5509785750290505191-2573238892172341298?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2573238892172341298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2573238892172341298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2573238892172341298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2573238892172341298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/10/vem-antes-que-eu-me-va-antes-que-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6591410764044315606</id><published>2011-10-23T22:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:33:04.999-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orlando moraes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figura'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mim não importa ser a sombra&lt;br /&gt;quando você é a figura&lt;br /&gt;ser a situação  quando você é o assunto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci pra estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;mesmo se não  estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;e é por isto que quando gritas&lt;br /&gt;permaneço calado&lt;br /&gt;como o  sol determina&lt;br /&gt;retrato falado, meu pé de laranja lima&lt;br /&gt;nós somos assim como  um desenho&lt;br /&gt;talvez reflexo e refletor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você, as imagens que tenho&lt;br /&gt;as  que quero&lt;br /&gt;as que tenho amor. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orlando Moraes - Figura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6591410764044315606?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6591410764044315606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6591410764044315606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6591410764044315606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6591410764044315606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mim-nao-importa-ser-sombra-quando-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2499546316671145927</id><published>2011-10-14T18:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:43:51.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;"Você pode não ser o primeiro homem dela, o último homem dela ou o único homem dela. Ela amou antes, pode ser que ela ame de novo. Mas se ela te ama agora, o que mais importa? Ela não é perfeita - você também não é - e vocês dois podem nunca serem perfeitos juntos, mas se ela te faz rir, te faz pensar duas vezes, e admite ser humana e cometer erros, segure-a... e dê a ela o máximo que você puder.&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt; Ela pode não estar pensando em você a cada segundo do dia, mas te dará uma parte dela que ela sabe que você pode quebrar - o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Então não a machuque, não a mude, não a analise e não espere mais do que ela pode dar. Sorria quando ela te fizer feliz, diga a ela quando te deixar com raiva, e sinta a falta dela quando ela não estiver por perto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;autor desconhecido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2499546316671145927?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2499546316671145927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2499546316671145927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2499546316671145927'/><link rel='self' 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italic;"&gt;Quando a lembrança&lt;br /&gt; Com você for morar&lt;br /&gt; E bem baixinho&lt;br /&gt; De saudade você chorar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vai lembrar que um dia existiu&lt;br /&gt; Um alguém que só carinho pediu&lt;br /&gt; E você fez questão de não dar&lt;br /&gt; Fez questão de negar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maysa - Ouça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4347156698325195204?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4347156698325195204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4347156698325195204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;And please remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;That I never lied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;And please remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;How I felt inside now honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;You gotta make it your own way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;But you'll be alright now sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;You'll feel better tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Come the morning light now baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; height: 1.1363em; max-height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gun's N' Roses - Don't Cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-910022681050664890?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/910022681050664890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=910022681050664890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/910022681050664890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/910022681050664890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-please-remember-that-i-never-lied.html' 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margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sólo tú doblas mi razón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Y por eso adonde tú quieras voy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Tu terrón de sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Un rayo de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Que adonde digas que tú quieres que yo vaya voy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Eres mi desliz, mi país feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Mi primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Mi escalera al cielo, sí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Si hablo demasiado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;No dejes de lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Que nadie más te amará así&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Como lo hago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-725841049875552482?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/725841049875552482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=725841049875552482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sólo tú sabes bien quien soy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Y por eso es tuyo mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sólo tú doblas mi razón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Y por eso adonde tú quieras voy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Tu terrón de sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Un rayo de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Que adonde digas que tú quieres que yo vaya voy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Eres mi desliz, mi país feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Mi primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Mi escalera al cielo, sí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Si hablo demasiado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;No dejes de lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Que nadie más te amará así&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Como lo hago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1803104817235643003?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8404715522567809479</id><published>2011-10-09T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:59:58.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sólo tú sabes bien quien soy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Y por eso es tuyo mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Sólo tú doblas mi razón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Y por eso adonde tú quieras voy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Tu terrón de sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Un rayo de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Que adonde digas que tú quieres que yo vaya voy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Eres mi desliz, mi país feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Mi primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Mi escalera al cielo, sí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Si hablo demasiado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;No dejes de lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Que nadie más te amará así&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Como lo hago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8404715522567809479?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8404715522567809479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8404715522567809479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8404715522567809479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7725178299851122999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7725178299851122999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7725178299851122999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7725178299851122999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7952716776086542339</id><published>2011-09-26T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:19:14.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7952716776086542339?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4043294791281944089</id><published>2011-09-23T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:47:05.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emoção foi embora e a gente só pede pro tempo correr&lt;br /&gt; Já não sei quem me amou&lt;br /&gt; Que será que eu falei?&lt;br /&gt; Dá pra ver nessa hora que o amor só se mede&lt;br /&gt; Depois do prazer &lt;p&gt;Fica dentro do meu peito&lt;br /&gt; Sempre uma saudade &lt;br /&gt; Só pensando no teu jeito&lt;br /&gt; Eu amo de verdade&lt;br /&gt; E quando desejo vem&lt;br /&gt; É teu nome que eu chamo&lt;br /&gt; Posso até gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt; Mas é você que eu amo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PAGODEIRA ROMANTICA SAUDOSISTA MODE:  ON   = TÔ FUDIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4043294791281944089?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4043294791281944089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4043294791281944089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4043294791281944089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4043294791281944089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/emocao-foi-embora-e-gente-so-pede-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8495195279181426283</id><published>2011-09-21T10:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:22:28.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sei que ai dentro ainda mora um pedacinho de mim&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor não se acaba assim&lt;br /&gt;Feito espumas ao vento &lt;p&gt;Não é coisa de momento, raiva passageira&lt;br /&gt;Mania que dá e passa, feito brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;O amor deixa marcas que não dá pra apagar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sei que errei tô aqui pra te pedir perdão&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça doida, coração na mão&lt;br /&gt;Desejo pegando fogo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E sem saber direito a hora e o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu não encontro uma palavra para te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Ah! se eu fosse você eu voltava pra mim de novo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E uma coisa fique certa, amor&lt;br /&gt;A porta vai estar sempre aberta, amor&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar vai dar uma festa, amor&lt;br /&gt;Na hora que você chegar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8495195279181426283?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8495195279181426283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8495195279181426283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8495195279181426283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8495195279181426283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/ei-que-ai-dentro-ainda-mora-um.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3434317042956325370</id><published>2011-09-18T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:48:44.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;E o pensamento lá em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você não vivo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia triste&lt;br /&gt;Toda fragilidade incide&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento lá em você,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo me divide&lt;br /&gt;Longe da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;E todas as suas luzes&lt;br /&gt;Te desejo como ao ar&lt;br /&gt;Mais que tudo,&lt;br /&gt;És manhã na natureza das flores&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo por toda riqueza dos sheiks árabes&lt;br /&gt;Não te esquecerei um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Nem um dia&lt;br /&gt;Espero com a força do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Recriar a luz que me trará você.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo nascerá mais belo,&lt;br /&gt;O verde faz do azul com amarelo&lt;br /&gt;O elo com todas as cores&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfeitar amores gris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3434317042956325370?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3434317042956325370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3434317042956325370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3434317042956325370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3434317042956325370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-o-pensamento-la-em-voce-eu-sem-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3254862607244163293</id><published>2011-09-17T00:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:59:30.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você bem que podia perdoar&lt;br /&gt;E só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais perdê-lo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br /&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br /&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3254862607244163293?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3254862607244163293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3254862607244163293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nunca te mereceu&lt;br /&gt;desate o nó&lt;br /&gt;que nos uniu&lt;br /&gt;num desatino&lt;br /&gt;um desafio&lt;br /&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;como um pássaro voando&lt;br /&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;como se voasse em bando&lt;br /&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;pois só eu sei andar&lt;br /&gt;sem saber até quando&lt;br /&gt;ando só....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7213108045079445928?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7213108045079445928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7213108045079445928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7213108045079445928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7213108045079445928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/desate-o-no-que-te-prendeu-uma-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2711580240539807410</id><published>2011-09-09T12:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:01:56.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Das coisas que eu queria te dizer... Parabéns pra TU sem EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ok, 'recorde' de resguarde comprido. Comemoro cada dia a partir de hoje, a cada dia mais forte, só espero não me tornar tão pedra feito tu. O amor próprio que sempre te cobrei, eu mesma havia perdido.Que coisa, não?! 7 meses, exatamente hoje, que eu perdi a coisa mais docê e pura que eu já tive, que magoei por ser egoísta, btw, o jogo virou, e o teu orgulho/egoísmo/machismo lhe fez dizer coisas que me destruiram tb e me fez derramar lágrimas de ''cortar cebola'' por todos os lugares, todas as horas, todos esses meses. &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu já passei por isso uma vez, e fiquei seis anos ''procurando''e tentando pedir desculpas para um outro bem. Sinto muito, se a tua intenção é me ver como um cachorrinho correndo atrás, jurei pra mim mesma, que dessa vez não cometerei mais esse erro. Tô me colocando em vitrine aqui, mas to fechada pra tí. e como tu mesmo diz: FODA-SE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2711580240539807410?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2711580240539807410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2711580240539807410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2711580240539807410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2711580240539807410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/das-coisas-que-eu-queria-te-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8168746332968269470</id><published>2011-09-06T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:26:42.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Beija a minha boca que ele beijou&lt;br /&gt;Chega onde ninguém jamais chegou&lt;br /&gt;Tira ele de mim, tira ele de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira essa venda que me cegou&lt;br /&gt;Tira esse golpe que me arrasou&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe espaço para um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é superior!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8168746332968269470?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8168746332968269470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8168746332968269470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8168746332968269470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8168746332968269470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/beija-minha-boca-que-ele-beijou-chega.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4185724150592104401</id><published>2011-09-02T21:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:42:43.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comida esfria...&lt;br /&gt;Tempo esfria...&lt;br /&gt;Chá esfria...&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4185724150592104401?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4185724150592104401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4185724150592104401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4185724150592104401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4185724150592104401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/09/comida-esfria.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2336121214652262901</id><published>2011-09-01T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:54:58.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu tive que finalmente encarar que ele não gosta de mim e nem nunca gostou.&lt;br /&gt;Quase quis morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Parei de negar pra mim mesmo, tudo que em estúpidas palavras ele me mostrou tão claramente por 6 meses.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em estado de amor por mim, inflando o próprio ego, me guardando pra algo melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2336121214652262901?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5442032299632772395</id><published>2011-08-26T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:29:57.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Espero que no esperes que te espere&lt;br /&gt;Después de mis 26&lt;br /&gt;La paciencia se me ha ido hasta los pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se puede vivir con tanto veneno&lt;br /&gt;La esperanza que me dió tu amor&lt;br /&gt;No me la dió más nadie&lt;br /&gt;Te juro, no miento&lt;br /&gt;No se puede morir con tanto veneno&lt;br /&gt;No se puede dedicar el alma&lt;br /&gt;A acumular intentos&lt;br /&gt;Pesa más la rabia que el cemento."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira - No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4512131912295010465</id><published>2011-08-25T15:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:37:03.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Y a pesar de que dicen&lt;br /&gt;Que los años son sabios&lt;br /&gt;Todavía se siente el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo el tiempo que pasé junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Dejó tejido su hilo dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aprendí a quitarle al tiempo los segundos&lt;br /&gt;Tu me hiciste ver el cielo más profundo&lt;br /&gt;Junto a ti creo que aumenté más de trés kilos&lt;br /&gt;Con tus tantos dulces besos repartidos&lt;br /&gt;Desarrollaste mi sentido del olfato&lt;br /&gt;Y fué por ti que aprendí a querer los gatos&lt;br /&gt;Despegaste del cemento mis zapatos&lt;br /&gt;Para escapar los dos volando un rato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero olvidaste una final instrucción&lt;br /&gt;Porque aún no sé como vivir sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y descubrí lo que significa una rosa&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñaste a decir mentiras piadosas&lt;br /&gt;Para poder verte a horas no adecuadas&lt;br /&gt;Y a reemplazar palabras por miradas&lt;br /&gt;Y fué por ti que escribí más de cien canciones&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta perdoné tus equivocaciones&lt;br /&gt;Y conocí más de mil formas de besar&lt;br /&gt;Y fué por ti que descubrí lo que es amar&lt;br /&gt;Lo que es ama!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4512131912295010465?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8915090723652739193</id><published>2011-08-24T15:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:33:24.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedico para alguém que conheci em janeiro, de muitos anos atrás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya te encontre varios rasguños&lt;br /&gt;Que te hicieron por ahí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi loco amor&lt;br /&gt;Es tu mejor doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a curarte el alma en duelo&lt;br /&gt;Voy a dejarte como nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Y todo va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;Pronto verás el sol brillar&lt;br /&gt;Tú más que nadie mereces ser feliz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira - Día de enero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4181046672965750072</id><published>2011-08-19T14:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:10:34.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a música é breguinha, a letra tb. Mas eu gosto, e ngm tem nada com isso. =P&lt;br /&gt;e esse dia cinzento que faz em Pelotinhas, pede músicas assim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nem o céu&lt;br /&gt;Nem a dor&lt;br /&gt;Nem as luzes da cidade, traram você pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Tens a paz&lt;br /&gt;Tens o dom&lt;br /&gt;Traz contigo a melodia que me tirou daqui&lt;br /&gt;Pra um lugar que eu não conheci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija meu corpo como as ondas beijam o mar&lt;br /&gt;Beijar teu corpo como as ondas vêm devagar&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade chega e traz vc...&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4181046672965750072?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4181046672965750072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7158703390062215395</id><published>2011-08-08T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:19:10.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWPEIO0voA/TkAoiiUUTaI/AAAAAAAABHA/DrBgxsaCiO8/s1600/caio%2Bfernando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWPEIO0voA/TkAoiiUUTaI/AAAAAAAABHA/DrBgxsaCiO8/s320/caio%2Bfernando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638551307260546466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWPEIO0voA/TkAoiiUUTaI/AAAAAAAABHA/DrBgxsaCiO8/s72-c/caio%2Bfernando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2916828287675884367</id><published>2011-08-04T09:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:02:47.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Guarde segredo que te quero&lt;br /&gt;E conte só os seus pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Faça de mim o seu brinquedo&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu enredo, vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Te quero, te espero&lt;br /&gt;Não vai passar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mais Um Na Multidão - Erasmos Carlos, Marisa Monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2916828287675884367?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2916828287675884367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2916828287675884367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2916828287675884367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2916828287675884367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/08/guarde-segredo-que-te-quero-e-conte-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6722531255072584768</id><published>2011-08-03T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:45:24.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não vou viver, como alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que só espera um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Há outras coisas&lt;br /&gt;No caminho a onde eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes ando só&lt;br /&gt;Trocando passos&lt;br /&gt;Com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que são meus&lt;br /&gt;E que não abro mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sei olhar o rio&lt;br /&gt;Por onde a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;Sem me precipitar&lt;br /&gt;E nem perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;Escuto no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Que há em mim e basta&lt;br /&gt;Outro tempo começou&lt;br /&gt;Prá mim agora...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6722531255072584768?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6722531255072584768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6722531255072584768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6722531255072584768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6722531255072584768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-vou-viver-como-alguem-que-so-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8855238491325027859</id><published>2011-08-02T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:22:26.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homem Pequenino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Homem pequenino, homem pequenino,&lt;br /&gt;solta teu canário que quer voar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou teu canário, homem pequenino,&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me saltar."....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alfonsina Storni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8855238491325027859?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8855238491325027859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8855238491325027859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8855238491325027859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8855238491325027859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/08/homem-pequenino-homem-pequenino-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6606401278663372124</id><published>2011-08-01T13:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:25:23.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Você me quer alva&lt;br /&gt;Me quer com espumas&lt;br /&gt;Me quer como nácar.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja um lírio&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo, casta.&lt;br /&gt;Com perfume tênue.&lt;br /&gt;Corola fechada&lt;br /&gt;Nem um raio lunar&lt;br /&gt;Por mim passará&lt;br /&gt;Nem uma margarida&lt;br /&gt;Dirá ser minha irmã.&lt;br /&gt;Você me quer nívea,&lt;br /&gt;Você me quer branca,&lt;br /&gt;Você me quer alva.&lt;br /&gt;Você, que tudo provaste&lt;br /&gt;Com os olhos nas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Frutas e mel&lt;br /&gt;Os lábios tingidos.&lt;br /&gt;Você que no banquete&lt;br /&gt;Coberto com ramos&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste tuas carnes&lt;br /&gt;Celebrando Baco."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alfonsina Storni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6606401278663372124?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6606401278663372124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6606401278663372124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6606401278663372124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6606401278663372124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-me-quer-alva-me-quer-com-espumas.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3072638266406293668</id><published>2011-07-23T02:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T02:48:12.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Estou sentindo uma clareza tão grande &lt;br /&gt;que me anula como pessoa atual e comum: &lt;br /&gt;é uma lucidez vazia, como explicar? &lt;br /&gt;assim como um cálculo matemático &lt;br /&gt;perfeito do qual, no entanto, &lt;br /&gt;não se precise.&lt;br /&gt;Estou por assim dizer&lt;br /&gt;vendo claramente o vazio. &lt;br /&gt;E nem entendo aquilo que entendo:&lt;br /&gt;pois estou infinitamente maior que eu mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;e não me alcanço.&lt;br /&gt;Além do que:&lt;br /&gt;que faço dessa lucidez?&lt;br /&gt;Sei também que esta minha lucidez &lt;br /&gt;pode-se tornar o inferno humano &lt;br /&gt;- já me aconteceu antes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que&lt;br /&gt;- em termos de nossa diária &lt;br /&gt;e permanente acomodação &lt;br /&gt;resignada à irrealidade &lt;br /&gt;essa clareza de realidade&lt;br /&gt;é um risco... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3072638266406293668?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3072638266406293668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3072638266406293668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3072638266406293668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3072638266406293668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/07/estou-sentindo-uma-clareza-tao-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3314423025066349004</id><published>2011-07-21T14:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:24:56.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjcSWFjOEbc/Tihg4YjWcfI/AAAAAAAABGk/rAZueAWqGPY/s1600/OgAAAPjH1qmopCbQl0rWcDJL29RR5EcTP5909QIx7Z7H77NRsCDkLxSZ2ebYlWbvmeeESB5t3LF2vEwXYfIDdMiNApYAm1T1UBmUc_Ch0YD4PFHtDU-tEBTzcnuy_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3669116091980181122</id><published>2011-07-12T05:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T05:27:15.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não me atire no mar de solidão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Você tem a faca, o queijo e meu coração nas mãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me retalhe em escândalos &lt;br /&gt;Nem tão pouco cobre o perdão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deixe que eu cure a ferida dessa louca paixão &lt;br /&gt;Que acabou feito um sonho &lt;br /&gt;Foi o meu inferno, foi o meu descanso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A mesma mão que acaricia, fere e sai furtiva &lt;br /&gt;Faz do amor uma história triste &lt;br /&gt;O bem que você me fez nunca foi real &lt;br /&gt;Da semente mais rica, nasceram flores do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3669116091980181122?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3669116091980181122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3669116091980181122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3669116091980181122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3669116091980181122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-me-atire-no-mar-de-solidao-voce-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6818849198644800281</id><published>2011-07-11T05:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T05:29:25.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quantas drogas eu ainda vou provar?&lt;br /&gt;E quantas vezes para a porta eu vou olhar?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos carros nessa rua vão passar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ela não chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos dias eu ainda vou esperar?&lt;br /&gt;E quantas estrelas eu vou tentar contar?&lt;br /&gt;E quantas luzes na cidade vão se apagar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ela não chegar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas besteiras eu ainda vou pensar?&lt;br /&gt;E quantos sonhos no tempo vão se esfarelar?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes eu vou me criticar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ela não chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho andado tão sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem sei no que acreditar&lt;br /&gt;E a paz que busco agora&lt;br /&gt;Nem a dor vai me negar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6818849198644800281?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6818849198644800281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6818849198644800281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6818849198644800281'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;spending my time&lt;br /&gt;watching the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep to the sound&lt;br /&gt;of "tears of a clown"&lt;br /&gt;a prayer gone blind&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends keep telling me hey life will go on&lt;br /&gt;time will make sure I'll get over you ooh&lt;br /&gt;this silly game of love - you play, you win onlyto lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's bad to live without you, honey, honey, honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8167100425502653365?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8167100425502653365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8167100425502653365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8167100425502653365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8167100425502653365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/07/spending-my-time-watching-days-go-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5300401493518007874</id><published>2011-06-27T13:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:07:07.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando realmente eu tive certeza do que sentia, eu tive que desistir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5300401493518007874?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5300401493518007874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5300401493518007874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5300401493518007874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5300401493518007874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-realmente-eu-tive-certeza-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8280441970966796480</id><published>2011-06-21T16:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:48:46.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scusa sai se provo a insistere&lt;br /&gt;Divento insopportabile, io sono&lt;br /&gt;Ma ti amo, ti amo, ti amo&lt;br /&gt;Ci risiamo. va bene, è antico, ma ti amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scusa se non parlo piano&lt;br /&gt;Ma se non urlo muoio&lt;br /&gt;Non so se sai che ti amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiziano Fero, Seu lindo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8280441970966796480?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8280441970966796480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8280441970966796480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8280441970966796480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8280441970966796480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/06/scusa-sai-se-provo-insistere-divento.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8471891638881933341</id><published>2011-06-18T17:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:04:04.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia, Um adeus&lt;br /&gt;Eu indo embora&lt;br /&gt;Quanta loucura&lt;br /&gt;Por tão pouca aventura&lt;br /&gt;Agora entendo&lt;br /&gt;Que andei perdido&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Pra você me perdoar?&lt;br /&gt;Que bom seria&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Beijar, sentir&lt;br /&gt;Como a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Te dar o carinho&lt;br /&gt;Que você merece ter&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei te amar&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém mais&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém jamais te amou&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém jamais te amou, te amou&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa da Mata&lt;/span&gt;, você me entende gata. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8471891638881933341?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8471891638881933341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8471891638881933341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8471891638881933341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8471891638881933341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-dia-um-adeus-eu-indo-embora-quanta.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5757026591438586765</id><published>2011-06-16T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:21:14.164-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maria rita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chega!&lt;br /&gt;Não me condene pelo seu penar&lt;br /&gt;Pesos e medidas não servem&lt;br /&gt;Pra ninguém poder nos comparar&lt;br /&gt;Porque&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pertenço ao mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Em que você se afunda tão raso&lt;br /&gt;Não dá nem pra tentar te salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque muito pra mim é tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pouco eu não quero ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...veja&lt;br /&gt;A qualidade está inferior&lt;br /&gt;E não é a quantidade que faz&lt;br /&gt;A estrutura de um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente seja&lt;br /&gt;O que você julgar ser o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembre-se que tudo que começa com muito&lt;br /&gt;Pode acabar muito pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5757026591438586765?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5757026591438586765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5757026591438586765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5757026591438586765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5757026591438586765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/06/chega-nao-me-condene-pelo-seu-penar.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4557823594988347660</id><published>2011-06-13T03:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T03:32:38.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Livres desejos do inculto&lt;br /&gt;Sexo, tesão, fetiches&lt;br /&gt;Puro prazer. Mistério meu&lt;br /&gt;Encantos na noite&lt;br /&gt;Sedução com sabor de paixão&lt;br /&gt;mentira, roubo, criação&lt;br /&gt;O medo do incerto&lt;br /&gt;com o único desejo do certo&lt;br /&gt;que se mesclam com um único desejo do certo&lt;br /&gt;com a excitação que há em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Só tu saberás, SÓ tu conhecerás&lt;br /&gt;a verdadeira face&lt;br /&gt;As coisas não parecem ser o que são&lt;br /&gt;As coisas são o que eu quero que sejam&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o que eu sou, não o que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que desejo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que eu quero ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4557823594988347660?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4557823594988347660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4557823594988347660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4557823594988347660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4557823594988347660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/06/livres-desejos-do-inculto-sexo-tesao.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3172314045201213765</id><published>2011-06-11T02:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:19:50.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinto uma falta absurda de você. Ficou um vazio que ninguém (pre)enche. E penso e repenso e trepenso em você por aí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3172314045201213765?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3172314045201213765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3172314045201213765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3172314045201213765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3172314045201213765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/06/sinto-uma-falta-absurda-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-1070369347142858691</id><published>2011-06-05T13:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:24:46.458-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maria rita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas eu não caio do salto&lt;br /&gt;Não grito, não falto&lt;br /&gt;Com a minha verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sinceridade!&lt;br /&gt;Sai que a fila tem que andar&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade!&lt;br /&gt;Sai que a fila tem que andar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta Outra&lt;br /&gt;Nessa eu não caio mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Já foi-se o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Em que eu pensei&lt;br /&gt;Que você era um bom rapaz&lt;br /&gt;E corta essa&lt;br /&gt;De querer me impressionar&lt;br /&gt;Coisa boa é Deus quem dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besteira&lt;br /&gt;É a gente que faz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1070369347142858691?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/1070369347142858691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=1070369347142858691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1070369347142858691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1070369347142858691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/06/mas-eu-nao-caio-do-salto-nao-grito-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5174153136728368721</id><published>2011-05-30T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:22:23.339-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenine'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A sombra do futuro&lt;br /&gt;A sobra do passado&lt;br /&gt;Assombram a paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai virar o jogo&lt;br /&gt;E transformar a perda&lt;br /&gt;Em nossa recompensa&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu olhar pro lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar cercado&lt;br /&gt;Só de quem me interessa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lenine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5174153136728368721?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5174153136728368721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5174153136728368721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5174153136728368721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5174153136728368721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/sombra-do-futuro-sobra-do-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2226438853747205197</id><published>2011-05-29T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:48:02.816-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paralamas do sucesso'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lágrimas não são forever&lt;br /&gt;Dores já não são together&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente ama e espera&lt;br /&gt;Um dia assim chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paralamas do Sucesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2226438853747205197?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2226438853747205197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2226438853747205197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2226438853747205197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2226438853747205197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/lagrimas-nao-sao-forever-dores-ja-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5798974395154882143</id><published>2011-05-27T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:47:14.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arnaldo jabor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MAS ME TIROU ÀS ''PALAVRAS DA BOCA''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relacionamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance, tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, terminei o namoro...&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa, estavam juntos há tanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;- Cinco anos.... que pena... acabou...&lt;br /&gt;- é... não deu certo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou. E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em pessoas que se somam.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro?&lt;br /&gt;E não temos essa coisa completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ela é fiel, mas é devagar na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ela é muito bonita, mas não é sensível.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo junto, não vamos encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto mais importante para você e invista nele.&lt;br /&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro. Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante... e se o beijo bate... se joga... se não bate... mais um Martini, por favor... e vá dar uma volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra. O outro tem o direito de não te querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não brigue, não ligue, não dê pití. Se a pessoa tá com dúvidas, problema dela, cabe a você esperar... ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta. Nada de drama.&lt;br /&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob pressão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você, só por você. E vice-versa. Não fique com alguém por pena. Ou por medo da solidão. Nascemos sós. Morremos sós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostar dói. Muitas vezes você vai sentir raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração... Faz parte. Você convive com outro ser, um outro mundo, um outro universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nem sempre as coisas são como você gostaria que fosse... A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal você não é terapeuta. Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias.&lt;br /&gt;Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para romancear.&lt;br /&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... ou se apaixonar... ou se culpar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...quem disse que ser adulto é fácil ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5798974395154882143?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5798974395154882143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5798974395154882143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5798974395154882143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5798974395154882143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/mas-me-tirou-as-palavras-da-boca.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-1879618148378443396</id><published>2011-05-13T14:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:33:08.837-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pato fú'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Deixei que tudo desaparecesse&lt;br /&gt;E perto do fim&lt;br /&gt;Não pude mais encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O amor ainda estava lá&lt;br /&gt;O amor ainda estava lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz um tempo eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Fazer uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Pra você viver mais...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pato Fú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1879618148378443396?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/1879618148378443396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=1879618148378443396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1879618148378443396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1879618148378443396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixei-que-tudo-desaparecesse-e-perto.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2031887695259702953</id><published>2011-05-12T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:10:38.585-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luiza possi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já tentei esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;Que com o tempo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Mas é sempre igual&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode saber&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu penso e sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;Mas é sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que sem você aqui&lt;br /&gt;Os meus dias são sempre iguais&lt;br /&gt;Eu só penso em você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luiza Possi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2031887695259702953?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2031887695259702953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2031887695259702953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2031887695259702953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2031887695259702953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/ja-tentei-esquecer-fingir-que-vai-mudar.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-1764759435603574472</id><published>2011-05-06T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:57:33.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Antes de você chegar&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo saudade&lt;br /&gt;Meu canto mudo no ar&lt;br /&gt;Faz do seu nome hoje o céu da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua no mar, estrelas no chão&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus pés, entre as suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quer alcançar você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta o sol do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já não vivo, nem morro em vão&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais eu, porque sou você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Garrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1764759435603574472?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/1764759435603574472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=1764759435603574472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1764759435603574472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1764759435603574472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/antes-de-voce-chegar-era-tudo-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7961567267158803997</id><published>2011-05-05T14:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:05:32.542-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oswaldo montenegro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eu amava&lt;br /&gt;Como amava um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber porquê&lt;br /&gt;E amava ter no coração&lt;br /&gt;A certeza ventilada de poesia&lt;br /&gt;De que o dia, amanhece não..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7961567267158803997?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7961567267158803997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7961567267158803997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7961567267158803997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7961567267158803997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-amava-como-amava-um-sonhador-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-588551323747784195</id><published>2011-05-04T14:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:05:25.984-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pato fú'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Vou parar ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Não olhar ver você assim&lt;br /&gt;Não vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Não vou matar&lt;br /&gt;Nem sorrir muito menos vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Por você, por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Por você por ninguém nem por mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pato Fú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-588551323747784195?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/588551323747784195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=588551323747784195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/588551323747784195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/588551323747784195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/vou-parar-ficar-aqui-nao-olhar-ver-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-554611162005973154</id><published>2011-05-03T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:02:04.596-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oswaldo montenegro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E aqui no coração&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;E sem que se perceba&lt;br /&gt;A gente se encontra&lt;br /&gt;Pra uma outra folia&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pensar que é festa&lt;br /&gt;Vou dançar, cantar&lt;br /&gt;é minha garantia&lt;br /&gt;E vou contagiar diversos corações&lt;br /&gt;com minha euforia&lt;br /&gt;E a amargura e o tempo&lt;br /&gt;vão deixar meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;minha alma vazia&lt;br /&gt;E sem que se perceba a gente se encontra&lt;br /&gt;pra uma outra folia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-554611162005973154?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/554611162005973154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=554611162005973154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/554611162005973154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/554611162005973154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-aqui-no-coracao-eu-sei-que-vou-morrer.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5258403052533386041</id><published>2011-05-02T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:06:06.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oswaldo montenegro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eu andava meio estranho&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que fazia, eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Andava assim eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Se era feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu achava que faria uma canção&lt;br /&gt;E a melodia, eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Andava assim,eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Se era feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu achava que faria tudo que não sei&lt;br /&gt;Que amaria, eu não sei, fazer desenhos com giz.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5258403052533386041?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5258403052533386041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5258403052533386041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5258403052533386041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5258403052533386041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-andava-meio-estranho-sem-saber-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2828045168341855506</id><published>2011-04-25T15:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:07:31.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As dores do MEU Amor romântico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libriana. Bem libriana, essa sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;romantica, indecisa, ingênua&lt;br /&gt;e me morro de amores&lt;br /&gt;e choro de desidratar por eles.&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor, ELE. &lt;br /&gt;Sim, um amor me fez chorar.&lt;br /&gt;outrorora, ele literamente quase morreu e muito chorou, por esta que vos escreve.&lt;br /&gt;Mas seu coração se congelou. E pedra se tornou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2828045168341855506?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2828045168341855506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2828045168341855506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2828045168341855506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2828045168341855506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-dores-do-meu-amor-romantico.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2142630249926108820</id><published>2011-04-24T11:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:07:16.509-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nei lisboa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Por que farejo alguma coisa ruim?&lt;br /&gt;Viés de algum desastre&lt;br /&gt;Caminho para o fim&lt;br /&gt;De sermos seres separados e afins&lt;br /&gt;Já és Simone e Sartre&lt;br /&gt;E não precisas mais de mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nei Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2142630249926108820?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2142630249926108820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2142630249926108820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2142630249926108820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2142630249926108820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-que-farejo-alguma-coisa-ruim-vies.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7177368255054988268</id><published>2011-04-22T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:21:47.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"E eu vejo a vida vindo ao meu encontro&lt;br /&gt;E vejo agora o que amanhã chegar&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho os olhos sobre o teu encanto&lt;br /&gt;E tudo a desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Os quatro cantos desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a febre feita de alcançar&lt;br /&gt;E tenho a força bruta das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Ditas para amar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nei Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7177368255054988268?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7177368255054988268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7177368255054988268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7177368255054988268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7177368255054988268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-eu-vejo-vida-vindo-ao-meu-encontro-e.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5329499701026560896</id><published>2011-04-21T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:14:53.192-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nei lisboa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eu que invoquei teu vício&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai te curar?&lt;br /&gt;Corres da minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Somes da minha rua&lt;br /&gt;Mas estás sempre pronta pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Juras que não suportas&lt;br /&gt;Cospes na minha cara&lt;br /&gt;Mas estás sempre nua no fim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nei Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5329499701026560896?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5329499701026560896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5329499701026560896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5329499701026560896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5329499701026560896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-que-invoquei-teu-vicio-quem-vai-te.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6335316868419352077</id><published>2011-04-20T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:13:09.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E quando veio a noite, eu lembrei&lt;br /&gt;O coração existe pra sonhar que está noutro lugar&lt;br /&gt;E quando veio a noite, eu pensei&lt;br /&gt;Com você tão longe assim&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não vai voltar pra &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nei Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6335316868419352077?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6335316868419352077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6335316868419352077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6335316868419352077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6335316868419352077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-quando-veio-noite-eu-lembrei-o.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-1924974197273285707</id><published>2011-04-19T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:02:51.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Será que eu já posso enlouquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Ou devo apenas sorrir?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais o que eu tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra você admitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que você me adora&lt;br /&gt;Que me acha foda&lt;br /&gt;Não espere eu ir embora pra perceber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1924974197273285707?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/1924974197273285707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=1924974197273285707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1924974197273285707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1924974197273285707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sera-que-eu-ja-posso-enlouquecer-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-292636879529080657</id><published>2011-04-18T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:21:53.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo isso me deixa com calafrios na barriga, &lt;br /&gt;e uma certeza maluca de que o que realmente quero &lt;br /&gt;é na verdade o oposto de tudo isso, entende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-292636879529080657?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/292636879529080657/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5574428979371866729</id><published>2011-04-17T23:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:49:58.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hoje eu saio na noite vazia&lt;br /&gt;Numa boemia sem razão de ser&lt;br /&gt;Na rotina dos bares,que apesar dos pesares,&lt;br /&gt;Me trazem você&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em paixão, em razão de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Você bem que podia me aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Nesses mesmos lugares, na noite, nos bares&lt;br /&gt;A onde anda você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vinicius Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5574428979371866729?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5574428979371866729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5574428979371866729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5574428979371866729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5574428979371866729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-eu-saio-na-noite-vazia-numa-boemia.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7173459373861344600</id><published>2011-04-15T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:34:36.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Dobro os joelhos&lt;br /&gt;Quando você, me pega&lt;br /&gt;Me amassa, me quebra&lt;br /&gt;Me usa demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perco as rédeas&lt;br /&gt;Quando você&lt;br /&gt;Demora, devora, implora&lt;br /&gt;E sempre por mais..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Isabella Taviani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-9164304848873137850</id><published>2011-04-14T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:23:31.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu passei um tempo andando no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando não achar as respostas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu era a causa e a saída de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;E eu cavei como um túnel meu caminho de volta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-9164304848873137850?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6902739009095399221</id><published>2011-04-13T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:27:43.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Vão dizer que são tolices&lt;br /&gt;Que podemos ser felizes&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo o que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez doeu demais&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã será, jamais, jamais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gal Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6902739009095399221?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4090808683403546867</id><published>2011-04-07T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:48:17.859-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pra ser sincero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marisa monte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E o que passou, calou&lt;br /&gt;E o que virá, que dirá&lt;br /&gt;E só ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Seu telhado&lt;br /&gt;Me faz feliz de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai entrar&lt;br /&gt;No jeito certo&lt;br /&gt;De nós dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas são assim&lt;br /&gt;E se será, que será&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser sincero&lt;br /&gt;Meu remédio é&lt;br /&gt;Te amar, te amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que é amor tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Longe de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4090808683403546867?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4090808683403546867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4090808683403546867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4090808683403546867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4090808683403546867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber porquê&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; amava&lt;/span&gt; ter no coração&lt;br /&gt;A certeza ventilada de poesia&lt;br /&gt;De que o dia, amanhece não..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6073427660132354865?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6073427660132354865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6073427660132354865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tava andando na rua,&lt;br /&gt;chovia e tava calor.&lt;br /&gt;Como um taxímetro o olhar registrava&lt;br /&gt;e me cobrava tudo o que já passou.&lt;br /&gt;E você me odeia e eu entendo&lt;br /&gt;e Deus Passou lotado por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não esqueça que a cabeça abandonou minha voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente andou pela Lua,&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca andou de metrô.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só estranhava quando te via nua&lt;br /&gt;e preferia de vestido bordô.&lt;br /&gt;E você me odeia e eu entendo&lt;br /&gt;e Deus passou lotado por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não esqueça que a cabeça abandonou minha voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1400027559630858544?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-210658066937481206</id><published>2011-04-04T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:38:03.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As águas que me querem levar tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe que me façam esquecer&lt;br /&gt;De ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero partir de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero seguir a estrela&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir o vento pela pele&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento me fará&lt;br /&gt;Uma louca tempestade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero uma lua plena&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir a noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu quero olhar as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Que teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Não me têm deixado ver&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vou viver...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-210658066937481206?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/210658066937481206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=210658066937481206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/210658066937481206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/210658066937481206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-aguas-que-me-querem-levar-tao-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6123596298870672771</id><published>2011-04-03T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:41:38.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pra começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que o amor chegou ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça de me perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda há amor em mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6123596298870672771?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6123596298870672771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6123596298870672771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6123596298870672771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6123596298870672771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/pra-comecar-dizer-que-o-amor-chegou-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-160101113165570773</id><published>2011-04-02T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:50:46.205-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Começar de novo e contar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Vai valer a pena ter amanhecido&lt;br /&gt;Ter me rebelado, ter me debatido&lt;br /&gt;Ter me machucado, ter sobrevivido&lt;br /&gt;Ter virado a mesa, ter me conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Ter virado o barco, ter me socorrido&lt;br /&gt;Começar de novo e contar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Vai valer a pena ter amanhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começar de novo e contar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Vai valer a pena já ter te esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Começar de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-160101113165570773?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/160101113165570773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=160101113165570773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/160101113165570773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/160101113165570773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/04/comecar-de-novo-e-contar-comigo-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7533181589901759767</id><published>2011-03-31T08:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:42:52.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I can ask God just one question&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Someday you'll know.... That I was the one for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7533181589901759767?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7533181589901759767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7533181589901759767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7533181589901759767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7533181589901759767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-can-ask-god-just-one-question-why.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5407013265688523522</id><published>2011-03-30T08:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:47:00.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Só por você eu dei até o que eu não tive&lt;br /&gt;Há tantos que vivem, sem viver um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu que sonhei por tanto tempo em ser livre&lt;br /&gt;Me prenda em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu te peço."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ana Carolina - Um edificio no meio do nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5407013265688523522?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5407013265688523522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5407013265688523522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5407013265688523522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5407013265688523522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-por-voce-eu-dei-ate-o-que-eu-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4760160402037254538</id><published>2011-03-29T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:26:15.112-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maysa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, se eu te pudesse fazer entender&lt;br /&gt;Sem teu amor eu não posso viver&lt;br /&gt;Que sem nós dois o que resta sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu assim tão só&lt;br /&gt;E eu preciso aprender a ser só&lt;br /&gt;Poder dormir sem sentir teu amor&lt;br /&gt;E ver que foi só um sonho e passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o amor&lt;br /&gt;Quando é demais ao findar leva a paz&lt;br /&gt;Me entreguei sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que a saudade existe e se vem&lt;br /&gt;É tão triste, vê&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos choram a falta dos teus&lt;br /&gt;Esses olhos que foram tão meus&lt;br /&gt;Por Deus entenda que assim eu não vivo&lt;br /&gt;Eu morro pensando no nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maysa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4760160402037254538?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4760160402037254538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4760160402037254538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4760160402037254538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4760160402037254538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-se-eu-te-pudesse-fazer-entender-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2669442070409308467</id><published>2011-03-26T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:54:57.866-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lágrimas e chuva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Abelha - Grand Hotel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A noite é muito longa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou capaz de certas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não quis fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Nisso tudo, faz sentido?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é sempre um risco,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e chuva&lt;br /&gt;Molham o vidro da janela&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém me vê&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é muito injusto&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou plantão nos meus problemas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid Abelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2669442070409308467?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2669442070409308467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2669442070409308467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2669442070409308467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2669442070409308467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/noite-e-muito-longa-eu-sou-capaz-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3419959272227234022</id><published>2011-03-25T10:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:40:14.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aquele gelo glacial pairou em seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;E eu murchei feito flor que arrancada do jardim morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como faz pra esquecer quem a gente tanto ama, hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3419959272227234022?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3419959272227234022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3419959272227234022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3419959272227234022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3419959272227234022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/aquele-gelo-glacial-pairou-em-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5294612776596842351</id><published>2011-03-24T00:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:29:43.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adeus, adeus ,adeus meu grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;E tanto faz.. de tudo o que ficou,&lt;br /&gt;Guardo um retrato teu,&lt;br /&gt;e a saudade mais bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me perdi,&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim ninguém me perdoou..&lt;br /&gt;Pobre coração - quando o teu estava comigo era tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê acontece assim e é sem querer&lt;br /&gt;O que não era pra ser: Vou fugir dessa dor.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;se quiseres voltar - volta não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me quebraste em mil pedaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5294612776596842351?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5294612776596842351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5294612776596842351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5294612776596842351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5294612776596842351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/adeus-adeus-adeus-meu-grande-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4914642779937966458</id><published>2011-03-23T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:42:13.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora&lt;br /&gt;Logo agora&lt;br /&gt;Justo agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouvi você&lt;br /&gt;me dizer que sim&lt;br /&gt;mas era silêncio o que se ouvia&lt;br /&gt;quando dei por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4914642779937966458?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4914642779937966458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4914642779937966458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4914642779937966458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4914642779937966458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/agora-logo-agora-justo-agora-eu-ouvi.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2761009427490110050</id><published>2011-03-22T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:42:16.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então nao o ama mais? - Amo. Só guardei isso num cofre. E tranquei. E esqueci a senha. Não porque quis. Foi preciso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2761009427490110050?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2761009427490110050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2761009427490110050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2761009427490110050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2761009427490110050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/entao-nao-o-ama-mais-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3740318248234767068</id><published>2011-03-20T21:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:44:16.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pouco me importa que tu beijes tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;E que tu mudes de paixão todos os meses&lt;br /&gt;Se vais beijar como eu bem sei&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sonhar como eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem ter nunca amor igual ao que eu te dei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3740318248234767068?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3740318248234767068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3740318248234767068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3740318248234767068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3740318248234767068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/pouco-me-importa-que-tu-beijes-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7954587791336926531</id><published>2011-03-06T14:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:45:11.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can't Stop Lovin&lt;/span&gt;' You&lt;/span&gt;, do Eddie Van Halen, me retruca td o q eu diria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7954587791336926531?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7954587791336926531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7954587791336926531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7954587791336926531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7954587791336926531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/03/cant-stop-lovin-you-do-eddie-van-halen.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8162333405198677899</id><published>2011-02-24T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:16:23.924-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Débora Blando- Próprias Mentiras'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, pra quê&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu era a princesinha&lt;br /&gt;Do teu castelo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, não dá&lt;br /&gt;Pra esperar de um homem que não cresceu&lt;br /&gt;Pois alguém também&lt;br /&gt;Te feriu de jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais fácil julgar&lt;br /&gt;Do que ter que olhar&lt;br /&gt;Pras próprias mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, chega&lt;br /&gt;Não sou ovelha negra&lt;br /&gt;Nem qualquer menina da vida&lt;br /&gt;Da vida, não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Débora Blando- Próprias Mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8162333405198677899?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8162333405198677899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8162333405198677899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8162333405198677899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8162333405198677899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-pra-que-voce-me-fez-acreditar-que.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7953359598084993344</id><published>2011-02-23T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:15:23.582-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberta Campos -Acabou'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Talvez você possa entender&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não penso mais em você&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o amor acabou&lt;br /&gt;E a nossa vida mudou&lt;br /&gt;Você fez de tudo, eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas se esqueceu que não dá&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Pois você não soube me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou meu mundo pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia a gente se vê&lt;br /&gt;De repente sem querer&lt;br /&gt;A gente pode voltar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roberta Campos -Acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7953359598084993344?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7953359598084993344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7953359598084993344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7953359598084993344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7953359598084993344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/talvez-voce-possa-entender-que-eu-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2865899234503489491</id><published>2011-02-21T15:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:06:35.524-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico buarque'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ah, se já perdemos a noção da hora&lt;br /&gt;Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora&lt;br /&gt;Me conta agora como hei de partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se ao te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios&lt;br /&gt;Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios&lt;br /&gt;Me diz pra onde é que inda posso ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nós nas travessuras das noites eternas&lt;br /&gt;Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas&lt;br /&gt;Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chico Buarque-Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2865899234503489491?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2865899234503489491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2865899234503489491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2865899234503489491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2865899234503489491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/ah-se-ja-perdemos-nocao-da-hora-se.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8952951700496325034</id><published>2011-02-18T11:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:10:34.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não tenho dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Prá pagar a minha yoga&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Prá bancar a minha droga&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho renda&lt;br /&gt;Prá descolar a merenda&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ser duro&lt;br /&gt;Vou botar minh'alma à venda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho grana&lt;br /&gt;Prá sair com o meu broto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não compro roupa&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que eu ando roto&lt;br /&gt;Nada vem de graça&lt;br /&gt;Nem o pão, nem a cachaça&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o caçador&lt;br /&gt;Ando cansado de ser caça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Prá pagar a minha yoga&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Prá bancar a minha droga&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho renda&lt;br /&gt;Prá descolar a merenda&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ser duro&lt;br /&gt;Vou botar minh'alma à venda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho grana&lt;br /&gt;Prá sair com o meu broto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não compro roupa&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que eu ando roto&lt;br /&gt;Nada vem de graça&lt;br /&gt;Nem o pão, nem a cachaça&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o caçador&lt;br /&gt;Ando cansado de ser caça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai morena viver é bom&lt;br /&gt;Esquece as penas&lt;br /&gt;Vem morar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Em Babylon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeca Baleiro - Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8952951700496325034?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8952951700496325034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8952951700496325034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8952951700496325034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8952951700496325034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-tenho-dinheiro-pra-pagar-minha-yoga.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-6534280867993139603</id><published>2011-02-17T10:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:11:05.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinceramente não vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;passando a limpo meu coração&lt;br /&gt;roendo as unhas, pensando em voz alta&lt;br /&gt;botando os pingos nos i’s&lt;br /&gt;falando sério eu já cansei&lt;br /&gt;de revirar minhas emoções&lt;br /&gt;de vasculhas as gavetas&lt;br /&gt;do armário embutido da nossa paixão&lt;br /&gt;beijos, estou de saída&lt;br /&gt;vou reinventar minha vida&lt;br /&gt;vida, vida&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso viver&lt;br /&gt;hei, amiga&lt;br /&gt;pra que disfarçar nossa solidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se continuasse assim, assim&lt;br /&gt;um dia a gente ia terminar&lt;br /&gt;saindo pela tangente&lt;br /&gt;ou desidratado de tanto chorar&lt;br /&gt;na certa ainda vais remexer&lt;br /&gt;nisso ou naquilo até concordar&lt;br /&gt;que o nosso erro foi não conjugar&lt;br /&gt;aos limites o verbo amar&lt;br /&gt;registra minha partida&lt;br /&gt;no arquivo da tua vida&lt;br /&gt;vida, vida&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso viver&lt;br /&gt;hei, amiga&lt;br /&gt;pra que disfarçar nossa solidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vitor Ramil - Assim, Assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-6534280867993139603?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/6534280867993139603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=6534280867993139603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6534280867993139603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/6534280867993139603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/sinceramente-nao-vou-ficar-passando.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7144478486546170783</id><published>2011-02-13T20:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:11:54.235-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Carolina - Carvão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surgiu como um clarão&lt;br /&gt;Um raio me cortando a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E veio me puxando pela mão&lt;br /&gt;Por onde não imaginei seguir&lt;br /&gt;Me fez sentir tão bem, como ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E eu fui me enganando sem sentir&lt;br /&gt;E fui abrindo portas sem sair&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando às cegas, sem dormir&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor em seu carvão&lt;br /&gt;Foi me queimando em brasa no colchão&lt;br /&gt;E me partiu em tantas pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Me colocou diante de um leão&lt;br /&gt;O amor me consumiu, depois sumiu&lt;br /&gt;E eu até perguntei, mas ninguém viu&lt;br /&gt;E fui fechando o rosto sem sentir&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo atenta, sem me distrair&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem é você&lt;br /&gt;No espelho da ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Se retocou pra outra traição&lt;br /&gt;Tentou abrir as flores do perdão&lt;br /&gt;Mas bati minha raiva no portão&lt;br /&gt;E não mais me procure sem razão&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe aqui e solta a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;E fui fechando o tempo, sem chover&lt;br /&gt;Fui fechando os meus olhos, pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ana Carolina - Carvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7144478486546170783?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7144478486546170783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7144478486546170783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7144478486546170783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7144478486546170783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/surgiu-como-um-clarao-um-raio-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-1212780595643843534</id><published>2011-02-10T06:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:30:07.856-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Should&apos;ve Come Over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Buckley'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Sometimes a man gets carried away&lt;br /&gt;When he feels like he should be having his fun&lt;br /&gt;And much too blind to see the damage he's done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,&lt;br /&gt;He has no one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1212780595643843534?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/1212780595643843534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=1212780595643843534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1212780595643843534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1212780595643843534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-man-gets-carried-away-when-he.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8131704553770544749</id><published>2011-02-09T20:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:25:36.034-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paralamas do Sucesso - Ela disse Adeus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ela disse adeus, e chorou,&lt;br /&gt;já sem nenhum sinal de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ela se vestiu, e se olhou;&lt;br /&gt;sem luxo, mas se perfumou.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas por ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;só porque, é triste o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Outro amor se acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele quis lhe pedir pra ficar;&lt;br /&gt;de nada ia adiantar.&lt;br /&gt;Quis lhe prometer melhorar,&lt;br /&gt;e quem iria acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;Ela não precisa mais de você,&lt;br /&gt;sempre o último a saber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paralamas do Sucesso - Ela disse Adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8131704553770544749?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8131704553770544749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8131704553770544749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8131704553770544749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8131704553770544749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/ela-disse-adeus-e-chorou-ja-sem-nenhum.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-4128309595224359024</id><published>2011-02-08T20:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:26:09.439-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiê- Assinado Eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tanta afinidade assim, eu sei que só pode ser bom.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se é contrário,&lt;br /&gt;É ruim, pesado&lt;br /&gt;E eu não acho bom.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico esperando o dia que você&lt;br /&gt;Me aceite como amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vou te convencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te peço,&lt;br /&gt;Me perdoa,&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpa que eu não fui sua namorada,&lt;br /&gt;Pois fiquei atordoada,&lt;br /&gt;Faltou o ar,&lt;br /&gt;Faltou o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me despeço dessa história&lt;br /&gt;E concluo: a gente segue a direção&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso próprio coração mandar,&lt;br /&gt;E foi pra lá, e foi pra lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiê- Assinado Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-4128309595224359024?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/4128309595224359024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=4128309595224359024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4128309595224359024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/4128309595224359024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/tanta-afinidade-assim-eu-sei-que-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-7294676670293961934</id><published>2011-02-06T20:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:26:49.433-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Abelha - Grand Hotel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un día un camión atropeyó la pasión,&lt;br /&gt;sin tus cariños ni tu atención,&lt;br /&gt;el gran amor se nos quedó en "Buenos días".&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuál es la pócima de enamorarse?,&lt;br /&gt;¿será mejor la soledad para vivir?,&lt;br /&gt;¿tendrá sentido no ver las verdades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid Abelha - Grand Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-7294676670293961934?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/7294676670293961934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=7294676670293961934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7294676670293961934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/7294676670293961934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8256487679980605248</id><published>2011-01-30T23:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:11:57.093-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico buarque'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu tenho apenas uma pedra no meu peito, &lt;br /&gt;Exijo respeito, não sou mais um sonhador!... &lt;br /&gt;Chego a mudar de calçada.... Quando aparece uma flor.... &lt;br /&gt;E dou risada do grande amor! -Mentira!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8256487679980605248?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8256487679980605248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8256487679980605248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8256487679980605248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8256487679980605248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-eu-tenho-apenas-uma-pedra-no-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-2017242552744282431</id><published>2011-01-25T14:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:46:16.685-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Deixe a porta aberta&lt;br /&gt;Quando for saindo&lt;br /&gt;Você vai chorando&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Conte pr'as amigas&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo foi mal&lt;br /&gt;(Tudo foi mal!)&lt;br /&gt;Nada me preocupa&lt;br /&gt;De um marginal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zé Ramalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-2017242552744282431?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/2017242552744282431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=2017242552744282431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2017242552744282431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/2017242552744282431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/deixe-porta-aberta-quando-for-saindo.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8266025265547729144</id><published>2011-01-20T13:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:26:14.546-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trecho de livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marian keys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não porque eu seja uma intelectual- apressei-me em dizer em lhe dizer- &lt;br /&gt;mas porque gosto de ter alguma coisa pra ler, e minha capacidade de concentração é tão medíocre que não dura mais que um poema."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trecho do livro Marian keys - Férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8266025265547729144?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8266025265547729144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8266025265547729144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8266025265547729144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8266025265547729144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-porque-eu-seja-uma-intelectual.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-1025938026244498269</id><published>2011-01-17T16:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:00:58.672-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulu santos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Como uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lulu Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-1025938026244498269?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/1025938026244498269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=1025938026244498269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1025938026244498269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/1025938026244498269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-uma-ideia-que-existe-na-cabeca-e.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-8758400567313759593</id><published>2011-01-16T16:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:12:58.699-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E eu te farei as vontades&lt;br /&gt;Direi meias verdades&lt;br /&gt;Sempre à meia luz&lt;br /&gt;E te farei, vaidoso, supor&lt;br /&gt;Que é o maior e que me possuis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na manhã seguinte&lt;br /&gt;Não conta até vinte&lt;br /&gt;Te afasta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois já não vales nada&lt;br /&gt;És página virada&lt;br /&gt;Descartada do meu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;folhetim&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-8758400567313759593?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/8758400567313759593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=8758400567313759593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8758400567313759593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/8758400567313759593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-eu-te-farei-as-vontades-direi-meias.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3252582203417108735</id><published>2011-01-15T16:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:10:40.800-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doces barbaros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Pessoas até muito mais vão lhe amar&lt;br /&gt;Até muito mais difíceis que eu prá você&lt;br /&gt;Que eu, que dois, que dez, que dez milhões, todos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Até que nem tanto esotérico assim&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sou algo incompreensível, meu Deus é mais&lt;br /&gt;Mistério sempre há de pintar por aí..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doces Barbaros - Esotérico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3252582203417108735?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3252582203417108735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3252582203417108735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3252582203417108735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3252582203417108735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/pessoas-ate-muito-mais-vao-lhe-amar-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-5245142734878756432</id><published>2011-01-14T09:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:29:33.719-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernanda young'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/TTAzQrDkOeI/AAAAAAAABDc/Z5Sdx_JQ5Tw/s1600/fernanda-young-reserva-spfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/TTAzQrDkOeI/AAAAAAAABDc/Z5Sdx_JQ5Tw/s320/fernanda-young-reserva-spfw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562001901331167714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernanda Maria Young de Carvalho Machado (Niterói, 1 de maio de 1970) é uma escritora, atriz, roteirista e apresentadora de televisão brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua formação literária foi em parte constituída durante a travessia da baía de Guanabara em barcas ou ônibus. Dedicou-se aos livros na busca de aperfeiçoamento, influências e distração. Interrompeu os estudos após a conclusão do ensino fundamental, posteriormente concluindo o médio por meio de um supletivo de seis meses. Frequentou a faculdade de Letras da Universidade Federal Fluminense, sem chegar a se formar. Ainda viria a cursar Jornalismo na Faculdade Hélio Alonso e, depois de mudar-se para São Paulo e iniciar sua carreira de escritora, virar aluna de Rádio &amp; Televisão na FAAP, mas não terminaria nenhum dos cursos. Fernanda teria jurado nunca mais pisar em um campus universitário após as experiências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1995, foi roteirista do programa televisivo A Comédia da Vida Privada, da Rede Globo. No ano seguinte, Fernanda lançou seu primeiro romance, Vergonha dos Pés, que foi inicialmente ignorado por público e crítica. No ano seguinte, lançou À Sombra de Vossas Asas, que conta a história de amor, obsessão e vingança entre o fotógrafo Rigel (que reaparece no livro Aritmética) e da aspirante-a-top-model Carina.&lt;br /&gt;Os livros de Fernanda conseguiram boa exposição na mídia devido à sua persona peculiar, suas declarações controversas, sua obsessão com cultura pop e seu visual, construído por cabelos geralmente curtos, grandes tatuagens e, por algum tempo, ostensivas pulseiras de baquelite das décadas de 1920 a 1950.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1998 lançou o romance Carta para Alguém Bem Perto, seguido pelo criticado As Pessoas dos Livros (2000). Em 2001, após o lançamento de seu quarto romance, O Efeito Urano, Fernanda retomou a carreira de roteirista de televisão, com Os Normais. O seriado seria exibido durante dois anos na Rede Globo e culminaria em um longa-metragem, lançado em 2003. Fernanda também participaria dos roteiros do quadro Supersincero (2005), no programa Fantástico, e do seriado Minha Nada Mole Vida, em 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre 2002 e 2003, Young co-apresentou, ao lado de Rita Lee, Mônica Waldvogel e Marisa Orth, o programa feminino Saia Justa no canal a cabo GNT. Seus próximos livros, o romance Aritmética e a coletânea poética Dor do Amor Romântico, sairiam, respectivamente, em 2004 e 2005. Escreveu uma coluna mensal na revista Claudia. Atualmente apresenta na GNT o programa Irritando Fernanda Young, programa de entrevistas com celebridades.&lt;br /&gt;Estreou no dia 2 de novembro seu mais recente programa, O Sistema, pela rede Globo de Televisão. Aparentemente polêmico, porém divertido, como toques sarcásticos e traços peculiares da escritora, seguindo o estilo de seus programas anteriores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É casada com o roteirista e escritor Alexandre Machado, com quem teve as gêmeas Cecília Madonna e Estela May. Tem dois filhos adotivos, Catarina Lakshimi, nascida em 10 de novembro de 2008, e John Gopala, nascido em 21 de julho de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Fernanda Young posou nua para a edição brasileira da revista Playboy, lançada em novembro de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bibliografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1996 - Vergonha dos Pés - Ed. Ediouro&lt;br /&gt;    * 1997 - A Sombra das Vossas Asas - Ed. Objetiva&lt;br /&gt;    * 1998 - Cartas para Alguém Bem Perto - Ed. Objetiva&lt;br /&gt;    * 2000 - As Pessoas dos Livros - Ed. Objetiva&lt;br /&gt;    * 2001 - O Efeito Urano - Ed. Objetiva&lt;br /&gt;    * 2004 - Aritmética - Ed. Ediouro&lt;br /&gt;    * 2005 - Dores do Amor Romântico (poesias) - Ed. Ediouro&lt;br /&gt;    * 2005 - Melhores Momentos de Os Normais Ed. Objetiva&lt;br /&gt;    * 2007 - Tudo que Você Não Soube - Ed. Ediouro&lt;br /&gt;    * 2009 - O Pau - Ed. Rocco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Atuação na televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Como atriz e apresentadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1989 - Iaiá Garcia - minissérie - Rede Globo&lt;br /&gt;    * 1991 - O dono do mundo.... Jurema (como atriz) - Rede Globo&lt;br /&gt;    * 2002 a 2003 - Saia Justa (como apresentadora) - Canal GNT&lt;br /&gt;    * 2006 a 2010 - Irritando Fernanda Young (como apresentadora)- Canal GNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Como roteirista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1995 - A comédia da vida privada&lt;br /&gt;    * 2001 a 2003 - Os Normais (seriado)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2004 - Os Aspones (seriado)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2005 - Super Sincero (quadro do Fantástico)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2006 - Minha nada mole vida (seriado)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2007 - O Sistema (seriado)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2008 - Nada Fofa (especial de fim de ano)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2010 - Separação?! (seriado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Atuação no cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Como roteirista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 2000 - Bossa Nova (filme)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2003 - Os Normais - O Filme&lt;br /&gt;    * 2006 - Muito Gelo e Dois Dedos d'Água&lt;br /&gt;    * 2009 - Os Normais 2 - A Noite Mais Maluca de Todas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(fonte wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-5245142734878756432?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/5245142734878756432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=5245142734878756432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5245142734878756432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/5245142734878756432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/fernanda-maria-young-de-carvalho.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/TTAzQrDkOeI/AAAAAAAABDc/Z5Sdx_JQ5Tw/s72-c/fernanda-young-reserva-spfw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509785750290505191.post-3230159294704930649</id><published>2011-01-13T09:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:07:48.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu não entendia, não entendo e nunca poderia entender – veja bem, ela dizia me amar. Sim, claro, eu sou uma doente mental que acredita no que nos dizem... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fernanda Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509785750290505191-3230159294704930649?l=andriahalfen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/feeds/3230159294704930649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5509785750290505191&amp;postID=3230159294704930649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3230159294704930649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509785750290505191/posts/default/3230159294704930649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andriahalfen.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-entendia-nao-entendo-e-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>ândria Halfen,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2AvPNujsrs/S8Qp8J7lGII/AAAAAAAAA3c/vkvAJX1o7mc/S220/120805731000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
