<?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-156265031491369206</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:17:30.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BELIEVE IN LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Estilos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967691885769246281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrbXmB6wi7g/TlGjWQkIOJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmB8ZFX-ago/s220/Mulher%2Bde%2Bcostas%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bnoite%2Be%2Bguarda-chuva.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156265031491369206.post-4519052771043800824</id><published>2011-08-23T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:43:27.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(~23/08</title><content type='html'>é incrivel a falta que ela me faz, no trabalho meu pensamento estava o tempo todo longe.. contandos horas e minutos pra sair, chegar em casa e entrar no msn, só pra dar um oi, sorrir sozinha quando vejo que ela entrou..&lt;br /&gt;contei as horas pra ve-lá também, ah ela tava com cheirinho de neném *--* e me deu um bjo com tanto gosto no rosto apartir dali meu dia ficou lindo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156265031491369206-4519052771043800824?l=inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/4519052771043800824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-incrivel-falta-que-ela-me-faz-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/4519052771043800824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/4519052771043800824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-incrivel-falta-que-ela-me-faz-no.html' title='(~23/08'/><author><name>Estilos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967691885769246281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrbXmB6wi7g/TlGjWQkIOJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmB8ZFX-ago/s220/Mulher%2Bde%2Bcostas%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bnoite%2Be%2Bguarda-chuva.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156265031491369206.post-4631022067302169561</id><published>2011-08-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T07:56:50.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(~22/08</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi legal ela me pedindo pra ficar a hora que eu disse que ia sair.. Essa noite foi longaa, eu acordei deemais,, pensei demais, uma dor de cabeça :s ..enfim, durmo pensando nela, e acordo pensando em liga o pc, pra fala com ela.. maas hoje ela não tava on quando entrei, chega a ser estranho mesmo falando bastante, ela me faz mt falta mesmo. e eu fico pensando sozinha, lembrando aquele sorriso, quando ela sorri acho que é quando ela mais demonstra sentimentos, eu ficoo olhando, e ela sempre pergunta o que foi, fico admirando, tentando imaginar o que se passa naquela cabeça..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156265031491369206-4631022067302169561?l=inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/4631022067302169561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/2208.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/4631022067302169561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/4631022067302169561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/2208.html' title='(~22/08'/><author><name>Estilos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967691885769246281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrbXmB6wi7g/TlGjWQkIOJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmB8ZFX-ago/s220/Mulher%2Bde%2Bcostas%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bnoite%2Be%2Bguarda-chuva.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156265031491369206.post-7330271754172515939</id><published>2011-08-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:03:53.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(~21/08</title><content type='html'>ah tarde passou tão rápida hoje, mas eu to tão feliz... ela ama me encher o saco, olha pra mim ri e do nada, tenta me fazer ciumes, é ironica, ama o charliee, gosta de ler, é difiicl ela se envolver, mas quando acontece o que sente é intenso, o beijo dela marca &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; muito bom, o abraço me conforta, ela é viciada em coca-cola, escreve muito bem, é muito carinhosa, me faz rir demais, tem mt paciencia comigo rs e é muito preguiçosa. Enfim ela é tudo de bom, eu escolhi bem. ;D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156265031491369206-7330271754172515939?l=inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/7330271754172515939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/2108.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/7330271754172515939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/7330271754172515939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/2108.html' title='(~21/08'/><author><name>Estilos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967691885769246281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrbXmB6wi7g/TlGjWQkIOJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmB8ZFX-ago/s220/Mulher%2Bde%2Bcostas%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bnoite%2Be%2Bguarda-chuva.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156265031491369206.post-2258713513069902246</id><published>2011-08-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:41:37.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(~19/08</title><content type='html'>Noite perfeita. Ela me faz tão bem, me traz paz. Quando to perto dela a hora voa, mas o mundo para, os problemas somem, o que importa é aquele momento, só aquilo e mais nada. Um sorriso tão lindo, tão doce, um abraço que me passa toda segurança, como quem quer dizer eu não vou te deixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Agora ela é minha namorada, a pessoa que mais me acalma, que eu adoro s2' . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156265031491369206-2258713513069902246?l=inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/2258713513069902246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/1908.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/2258713513069902246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/2258713513069902246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/1908.html' title='(~19/08'/><author><name>Estilos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967691885769246281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrbXmB6wi7g/TlGjWQkIOJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmB8ZFX-ago/s220/Mulher%2Bde%2Bcostas%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bnoite%2Be%2Bguarda-chuva.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156265031491369206.post-1598610764346771145</id><published>2011-08-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:32:23.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abraço -</title><content type='html'>É bom ter alguém que vem e te abraça sem pedi, por alguns segundos faz diferença, vc se sente seguro e sabe que alguém vai te segurar quando precisar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156265031491369206-1598610764346771145?l=inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/1598610764346771145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/abraco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/1598610764346771145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156265031491369206/posts/default/1598610764346771145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthesilenceofthenight.blogspot.com/2011/08/abraco.html' title='abraço -'/><author><name>Estilos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17967691885769246281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrbXmB6wi7g/TlGjWQkIOJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmB8ZFX-ago/s220/Mulher%2Bde%2Bcostas%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bnoite%2Be%2Bguarda-chuva.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
