<?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-2218810359327395260</id><updated>2011-11-01T16:15:46.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewrite an ending</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rewriteanending.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218810359327395260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rewriteanending.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caroline P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03349379379786553873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218810359327395260.post-1218618499314330396</id><published>2007-10-16T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:24:15.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe aquele dia que você olha o que você tá fazendo da sua vida, e vê que nem tudo foi perdido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele dia que você vê que tem amigos de verdade e o melhor, eles são realmente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que você vai poder contar tudo pra eles, talvez eles vão te xingar pelas tuas escolhas, talvez eles vão ficar alegres contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o bom é saber que você pode sempre chamar eles, pra qualquer  hora, nem que seja somente por SMS, MSN, Orkut, &lt;em&gt;telepatia&lt;/em&gt;...hauihauihuaihia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas que ajuda e a presença deles são indispensáveis em nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O melhor, ainda, é ver &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aquela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pessoa que não presta nada correndo atrás de você, e que dessa vez pode ser verdade, pois mesmo depois de um ano de vocês terem se "separado" ele ainda volta atrás, te abraça bem forte, te beija, e diz que sente saudades daqueles tempos. Melhor ainda é quando você pensa que ele não se lembra do passado, e ele te falar: "nossa lembra daquela vez..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E ele nunca havia te ligado, mas hoje ele te liga pra marcar algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas para completar o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dia perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; você fica sabendo que as coisas certas aconteceram nos momentos certos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É como na velha frase: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Os grandes momentos da vida vem por si mesmo; não tem sentido esperá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218810359327395260-1218618499314330396?l=rewriteanending.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rewriteanending.blogspot.com/feeds/1218618499314330396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2218810359327395260&amp;postID=1218618499314330396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218810359327395260/posts/default/1218618499314330396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218810359327395260/posts/default/1218618499314330396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rewriteanending.blogspot.com/2007/10/dia-perfeito.html' title='dia perfeito'/><author><name>Caroline P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03349379379786553873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
