<?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-7367710616053619942</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:44:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriela Zonta</title><subtitle type='html'>Na onda zen!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-6243142866997791985</id><published>2011-01-18T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:10:06.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Eu sei que os sonhos são pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei aqui no coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ser mais do que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Para cumprir as promessas que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é assim&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus sonhos dependem de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;De levantar uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;Sempre&lt;br /&gt;Saber que ao menos eu tentei&lt;br /&gt;E vou tentar mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se os dias são pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Guardei você no coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou correndo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que nunca é demais&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena insistir&lt;br /&gt;Minha guerra é encontrar minha paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;De levantar uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;Sempre&lt;br /&gt;Saber que ao menos eu tentei&lt;br /&gt;E vou tentar mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;De levantar uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;Sempre&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;De levantar uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;eu vou... eu vou...eu vou...&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-6243142866997791985?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/6243142866997791985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=6243142866997791985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/6243142866997791985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/6243142866997791985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-sei-que-os-sonhos-sao-pra-sempre-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-5815228619641766786</id><published>2010-07-22T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:51:17.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O medo segue os nossos sonhos. (8)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ultima vez que escrevi aqui, foi pra dizer o quanto eu estava feliz, por ter você de volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é você que me traz aqui mais uma vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra dizer o quanto dói te perder de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói mais que antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É duro ver um amor acabar, sem ter acabado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É dificil aceitar, ver tudo jogado pro alto mais uma vez, como se eu nao tivesse significado nada a na tua vida. Desculpa, mas é isso que eu sinto. Desabafei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você deixou saudade (8) [ e é tudo q eu posso guardar, a saudade.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/charlie-brown-jr/so-os-loucos-sabem.html"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/charlie-brown-jr/so-os-loucos-sabem.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-5815228619641766786?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/5815228619641766786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=5815228619641766786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5815228619641766786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5815228619641766786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-medo-segue-os-nossos-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-5854547612583978690</id><published>2009-10-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:46:20.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um recomeço; do que nunca acabou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sai de si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vem curar teu mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te transbordo em som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poe juizo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teu olhar me tirou daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ampliou meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pra gente não perder a graça no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pode ser até pouquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sendo só pra mim sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olhe só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como a noite cresce em glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E a distância traz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nosso amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixa estar que o que for pra ser vigora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sou tão feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vamos dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que podem transformar o rumo da história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vem logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que o tempo voa como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olhe só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como a noite cresce em glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E a distância traz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nosso amanhcer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixa estar que o que for pra ser vigora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sou tão feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vamos dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que podem transformar o rumo da história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vem logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que o tempo voa como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-5854547612583978690?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/5854547612583978690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=5854547612583978690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5854547612583978690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5854547612583978690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-recomeco-do-que-nunca-acabou-sai-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-8477871698716377966</id><published>2009-05-26T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:38:54.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>O cara mais bobo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Insano, desvairado&lt;br /&gt;Ama, se entrega, se apaixona&lt;br /&gt;Vive o sentimento do amor eterno, sensação. Momento.&lt;br /&gt;Se decepciona, sofre, chora, sangra.&lt;br /&gt;Se divide, sente coisas estranhas&lt;br /&gt;Conhece um sentimento novo,&lt;br /&gt;e se confunde. Sente falta, saudade. Muita saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se apaixona, se entrega, se renova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuso, bobo, insano... desvairado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por existir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-8477871698716377966?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/8477871698716377966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=8477871698716377966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/8477871698716377966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/8477871698716377966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/05/coracao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-845105144394118486</id><published>2009-04-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:22:52.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GABRIELA - Cesar menotti e Fabiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gabriela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Apaixonado me deixou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gabriela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Uma beleza rara, uma flor tão bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sozinho na noite só penso em te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Acho que o perfume da emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Exalou a fragrância no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Inspirou esta louca paixão por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gabriela, dona de um olhar que é uma loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O seu lindo rosto é uma pintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A cor da pele é a mesma do mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Como eu estou sentindo falta do nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Abraçar seu abraço, sentir seu calor e viver tão feliz ao lado seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ela é dona do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não consigo viver sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;vem curar a minha solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gabriela, eu não posso te perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EEIITAAA, a vida prega cada peça, nãããooo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-845105144394118486?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/845105144394118486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-8121990055349657276</id><published>2009-04-22T02:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:56:22.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTOCONFIANÇA</title><content type='html'>O MELHOR SENTIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;QUE O HOMEM PODE TER&lt;br /&gt;EM RELAÇÃO A ELE MESMO&lt;br /&gt;"EU SOU MAIS EU"&lt;br /&gt;CURA AS DORES MAIS PROFUNDAS DO PEITO&lt;br /&gt;NOS FAZ DIGNOS DE NÓS MESMOS.&lt;br /&gt;E É ASSIM QUE EU ACORDEI HOJE&lt;br /&gt;AMÉM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como era difícil acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ia chegar onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Que minha vida iria mudar, e mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corri pra ver o mar&lt;br /&gt;Fui atrás do que quis&lt;br /&gt;Sabia só assim, podia ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Quem não quer ser feliz, me diz?&lt;br /&gt;Então é preciso chegar em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe sempre um outro jeito&lt;br /&gt;De se poder chegar&lt;br /&gt;Existe sempre um outro jeito D&lt;br /&gt;e se poder chegar&lt;br /&gt;EXISTE SIM, SIM EU SEI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-8121990055349657276?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/8121990055349657276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=8121990055349657276' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/8121990055349657276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/8121990055349657276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/04/autoconfianca.html' title='AUTOCONFIANÇA'/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-5461691180322829161</id><published>2009-04-21T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:08:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só queria deixar bem claro, que nao me arrependo de nada do que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Se nao deu certo, é pq nao era pra dar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, ao contrario de outras, sei que vou ter essa pessoa como amiga pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Jacque, um beijo. Espero que voce seja feliz, onde, como e com quem estiver.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que podera contar comigo pra semrpe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-5461691180322829161?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/5461691180322829161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=5461691180322829161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5461691180322829161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5461691180322829161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-queria-deixar-bem-claro-que-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-4648623751399145695</id><published>2009-04-20T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:29:00.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Encontrei forças no Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Encontrei apoio na família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Encontrei saída nos amigos. Todos eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amo  vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[ amanha trago poemas meus. prometido. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-4648623751399145695?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/4648623751399145695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=4648623751399145695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/4648623751399145695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/4648623751399145695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/04/encontrei-forcas-no-pai.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-327996586910807807</id><published>2009-04-20T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:26:51.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me dediquei somente a você, tudo o que eu podia eu tentar fazer....&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, não adiantou.&lt;br /&gt;Não se maltrata o coraçao, de quem não merece sofrer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-327996586910807807?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/327996586910807807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=327996586910807807' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/327996586910807807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/327996586910807807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-dediquei-somente-voce-tudo-o-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-5096070747217087341</id><published>2009-04-19T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:02:52.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH , PRA QUEM QUESTIONOU, NO POST PASSADO NAO CITEI MINHA FAMILIA.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A FAMILIA É O QUE EXISTE MAIS PRÓXIMO DE DEUS, ESTARÃO COM A GENTE, INDEPENDENTE DO QUE HOUVER, ATÉ A ETERNIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE ESSE AMOR SIM, É INCONDICIONAL. SÓ ESSE.&lt;br /&gt;AMO VOCÊS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-5096070747217087341?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/5096070747217087341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=5096070747217087341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5096070747217087341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/5096070747217087341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-pra-quem-questionou-no-post-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-7428724437749139230</id><published>2009-04-18T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:59:28.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ONDE ENCONTRAR FORÇAS, ONDE A DOR JÁ TOMA CONTA DE TUDO O QUE RESTOU DO PEITO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EM DEUS, PORQUE SÓ ELE É ETERNO!&lt;br /&gt;AMIGOS, SAO PRA ENQUANTO DURAR A VIDA (OBRIGADO POR EXISTIREM).&lt;br /&gt;AMORES, SÓ DURAM ENQUANTO TROUXEREM FELICIDADE, E FOREM CONFORTÁVEIS, VIÁVEIS.&lt;br /&gt;MAS O PAI, ELE, E SÓ ELE, É ETERNO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-7428724437749139230?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/7428724437749139230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=7428724437749139230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/7428724437749139230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/7428724437749139230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-encontrar-forcas-onde-dor-ja-toma.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-7064875673748555768</id><published>2009-04-18T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:53:24.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E se eu quisesse terminar?&lt;br /&gt;Rir de tudo na sua cara&lt;br /&gt;O que você faria?&lt;br /&gt;Venha me destruir!&lt;br /&gt;Me enterre, me enterre!&lt;br /&gt;Eu terminei com você&lt;br /&gt;Olhe nos meus olhos!&lt;br /&gt;Você está me matando, me matando!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria era você!&lt;br /&gt;Venha me destruir!&lt;br /&gt;Me destruir, me destruir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu quisesse terminar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXO QUE ESSA FOI A PIOR COISA QUE EU JÁ OUVI.&lt;br /&gt;E É NO TAMANHO DO AMOR Q AINDA SINTO, QUE EU VOU TER QUE SER FORTE O SUFICIENTE&lt;br /&gt;PRA ACEITAR, QUE ERREI, QUE FUI UM NADA, UMA IDIOTA.&lt;br /&gt;QUE NAO MERECE MAIS NEM PALAVRAS, NEM FOTOS NEM LEMBRANÇAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-7064875673748555768?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/7064875673748555768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=7064875673748555768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/7064875673748555768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/7064875673748555768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-se-eu-quisesse-terminar-rir-de-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-3751700231015474191</id><published>2008-06-10T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:43:32.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I Walk Beside You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;There's a story in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can see the hurt behind your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;For every sign I recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Another one escapes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Let me know what plagues your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Let me be the one who know you best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be the one to hold you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When you feel like you're sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tell me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What's beneath the pain you're feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Don't abandon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Or think you can't be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Through all that may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And all that may go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Summon up your ghost for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Rest your tired thoughts upon my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Step inside this sacred place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When all your dreams seem broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Let's remain inside this temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Let me be the one who understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be the one to carry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When you can walk no further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tell me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What's below the surface bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you've lost your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I will take you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Through all that may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And all that may go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh, when everything is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh, when hopelessness surrounds you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh, the sun will rise again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The tide you swim against will carry you back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So don't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Don't give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Through all that may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And all that may go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S.   EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=13630689648667609797&amp;pid=1&amp;aid=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-3751700231015474191?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/3751700231015474191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=3751700231015474191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/3751700231015474191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/3751700231015474191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-walk-beside-you-dream-theater-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-4845650629452542506</id><published>2008-03-06T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:24:12.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;color:#000084;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E que a força do medo que tenho, não me impeça de ver o&lt;br /&gt;que anseio.&lt;br /&gt;Que a morte de tudo o que acredito não me tape os&lt;br /&gt;ouvidos nem a boca&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra&lt;br /&gt;metade é silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Que a música que eu ouço ao longe, seja linda, ainda&lt;br /&gt;que tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja pra sempre amada mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que distante&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida e a outra metade é&lt;br /&gt;saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como&lt;br /&gt;prece, nem repetidas com fervor,&lt;br /&gt;apenas respeitadas, como a única coisa que resta a um&lt;br /&gt;homem inundado de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço, mas a outra metade&lt;br /&gt;é o que calo&lt;br /&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na&lt;br /&gt;calma e na paz que eu mereço&lt;br /&gt;Que essa tenção que me corroe por dentro seja um dia&lt;br /&gt;recompensada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto, um doce sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;que me lembro ter dado na infância&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, a outra&lt;br /&gt;metade eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;br /&gt;para me fazer aquietar o espírito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo, mas a outra metade é&lt;br /&gt;cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não&lt;br /&gt;saiba&lt;br /&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar porque é preciso&lt;br /&gt;simplicidade para fazê-la florescer&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é a platéia, e a outra metade é&lt;br /&gt;canção&lt;br /&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;PORQUE METADE DE MIM É AMOR, E A OUTRA METADE....&lt;br /&gt;TAMBÉM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Oswaldo Montenegro - Metade ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-4845650629452542506?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/4845650629452542506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=4845650629452542506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/4845650629452542506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/4845650629452542506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-que-fora-do-medo-que-tenho-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367710616053619942.post-3212984807307432139</id><published>2008-03-05T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:47:04.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" &gt;Eu gosto do meu quarto, do meu desarrumado&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe mexer na minha confusão&lt;br /&gt;É o meu ponto de vista, não aceito turistas&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo 'tá' fechado pra visitação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367710616053619942-3212984807307432139?l=gabrielazonta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/feeds/3212984807307432139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367710616053619942&amp;postID=3212984807307432139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/3212984807307432139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367710616053619942/posts/default/3212984807307432139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielazonta.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-gosto-do-meu-quarto-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela Zonta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705900496402958382</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>
