<?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-4034201083894730027</id><updated>2011-12-28T15:56:47.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida em uma bolha de sabão</title><subtitle type='html'>Entre tombos e tropeços, segue-se a vida.
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&lt;br&gt; [Enjoy the silence]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-4816500522578504548</id><published>2011-12-23T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:13:30.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Austrália - O albergue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_dY6khYng/TvUJZBl_meI/AAAAAAAAAuU/iQYeXlMY0Hw/s1600/aust+%2528391%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_dY6khYng/TvUJZBl_meI/AAAAAAAAAuU/iQYeXlMY0Hw/s200/aust+%2528391%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como a opção de estadia que nos oferecida pelo agente de viagem foi ficar numa casa de família por 4 semanas e o&amp;nbsp;preço&amp;nbsp;era R$ 250,00 a semana.. ou seja R$ 1.000,00 por um mês, mais uma taxa de reserva que teríamos que pagar de R$ 500,00. (para cada um...), não foi uma opção, decidimos então achar um albergue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Claro que a opção do albergue era temporária, fizemos uma reserva no albergue Mazé, para ficarmos uma semana até encontrarmos um lugar fixo aqui na Austrália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando&amp;nbsp;saímos&amp;nbsp;do aeroporto pegamos uma van que nos levou até o albergue, chegando lá fomos achar o nosso quarto, para a nossa sorte a pessoa que estava na portaria, o Maurício, era brasileiro o que acabou nos ajudando muito com dicas dos lugares e coisas pra fazer assim que chegamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fomos para o nosso quarto, sem muito luxo claro mas era só nosso... não foi tão ruim assim morar la,&amp;nbsp;tínhamos uma chave, a qual&amp;nbsp;dividíamos(Mateus e Eu). O&amp;nbsp;banheiro era longe do quarto, mas limpo. A cozinha sempre tinha todas as nacionalidades&amp;nbsp;possíveis e tudo que era&amp;nbsp;necessário&amp;nbsp;pra cozinhar, não era muito limpo mas se for considerado que sempre tinha umas 10 pessoas cozinhando era organizado. E&amp;nbsp;foi ali que aprendi a usar o abridor de latas australiano, que coisa complicada! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYDhj5b4-Vo/TvUKwv-FT4I/AAAAAAAAAus/3EvHySI0nRk/s1600/aust+%2528400%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYDhj5b4-Vo/TvUKwv-FT4I/AAAAAAAAAus/3EvHySI0nRk/s200/aust+%2528400%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Essa nossa primeira semana foi um perrengue, comemos arroz com sardinha, massa com sardinha.. e sardinha com qualquer coisa... heheh porque aqui era muito mais barato, e como chegamos sem emprego, antes de sair gastando era necessário achar uma casa barata e morável, e um emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, ficar uma semana no albergue não foi uma das melhores coisas que fizemos, mas com certeza foi muito mais barato, o problema só foram as festas, nos albergues eles fazem festa pra tudo, e a qualquer dia da semana, como tivemos o azar de ficar do lado da sala de jogos (sinuca) foi&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;dormir algumas noites...&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/4034201083894730027-4816500522578504548?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/4816500522578504548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=4816500522578504548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4816500522578504548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4816500522578504548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-australia-o-albergue.html' title='2. Austrália - O albergue'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_dY6khYng/TvUJZBl_meI/AAAAAAAAAuU/iQYeXlMY0Hw/s72-c/aust+%2528391%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-7267791708846458459</id><published>2011-12-08T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:57:59.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Austrália - A viagem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf9ldRC6ulc/TuClZOMvB1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/iA35uKwOOG0/s1600/331023_10150281158657353_595817352_8000871_4131156_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf9ldRC6ulc/TuClZOMvB1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/iA35uKwOOG0/s200/331023_10150281158657353_595817352_8000871_4131156_o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, já tinha planejado isso a muito tempo, mas eu sou preguiçosa, então ainda nao tinha começado a escrever. A partir de agora, vou tentar relatar toda a viagem, desde os vôos, até os atuais dias aqui em Sydney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A viagem começou no dia 23 de agosto de 2011, quando eu e meu lindíssimo namorado (Mateus), saimos de Porto Alegre, deixando minha&amp;nbsp;mãe&amp;nbsp;chorando (me corta o coração cada vez que lembro) no aeroporto Salgado Filho, de onde saimos com destino a São Paulo, para a nossa sorte despachamos as malas para retirar apenas em&amp;nbsp;Sydney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nossas escalas foram: São Paulo (com 4 longas horas de espera, onde eu pude me despedir do meu amado-odiado irmão. Saímos então de São Paulo com destino à Santiago - Chile, onde esperamos pouco tempo, por volta de 1 hora e meia, e embarcamos para o vôo mais longo... Santiago -&amp;gt; Aukland - Nova Zelândia. Vôo longo e cansativo, 11 horas de viagem, sentados nas poltronas do meio, eu levantei apenas uma vez para ir ao banheiro e para a minha sorte dormi o resto da viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foi quando comecei a perceber a loucura que eu estava fazendo, eu tava num avião onde as pessoas so falavam inglês (e um pouco de espanhol para ser menos dramática), meu cérebro ainda pensava só em português.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando chegamos em Aukland, foi&amp;nbsp;rápido, 1 hora esperando, passamos num computador free no aeroporto pra mandar um e-mail avisando todo mundo que&amp;nbsp;estávamos&amp;nbsp;bem e seguimos para o nosso&amp;nbsp;ultimo&amp;nbsp;vôo, com destino á Sydney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finalmente no aeroporto, pegamos nossos passaportes e passamos no guichê para receber o nosso carimbo de entrada no país, pegamos nossas bagagens e seguimos para a vistoria para&amp;nbsp;saída&amp;nbsp;do aeroporto. Apesar de &amp;nbsp;não estarmos carregando nenhum tipo de droga, foi meio angustiante, pois como todo bom gaúcho carregamos uma parte do Rio Grande do Sul conosco, 10 quilos de erva mate!!! hehehe mas foi tranquilo, o segurança perguntou o que estávamos levando, respondemos e ele disse, "ok". Simples assim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fácil como não poderíamos imaginar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Depois da entrada no país, restava chegar ao hostel que&amp;nbsp;tínhamos&amp;nbsp;reservado e não&amp;nbsp;fazíamos&amp;nbsp;ideia de onde era...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-7267791708846458459?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/7267791708846458459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=7267791708846458459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7267791708846458459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7267791708846458459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2011/12/australia-viagem.html' title='.Austrália - A viagem.'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf9ldRC6ulc/TuClZOMvB1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/iA35uKwOOG0/s72-c/331023_10150281158657353_595817352_8000871_4131156_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-5986392961422405806</id><published>2011-11-30T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T03:49:07.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.fix you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I will try, to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But if you never try, you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just what you're worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;fix you - cold play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;algumas feridas nunca param de doer, o dia-a-dia só as disfarça.&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/4034201083894730027-5986392961422405806?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/5986392961422405806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=5986392961422405806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/5986392961422405806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/5986392961422405806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2011/11/fix-you.html' title='.fix you'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-3019983968055747937</id><published>2011-07-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:47:31.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Dust in the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pai, hoje aconteceu uma coisa tão legal.. ganhei um violino de um amigo meu, e tudo que quis fazer foi te ligar pra contar porque sei que tu queria me dar um, e queria poder me ver tocá-lo. Isso me machuca, me mata mas eu sei que tu tá me ouvindo, e vai acompanhar cada momento meu perto do violino, já que o teclado que eu já não tenho mais coragem de tocar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prometo que todas as músicas que sairem dele serão pra ti. Te amo com todas minhas forças, sinto tanta falta que não gosto nem de pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"...I close my eyes only for a moment and the moment's gone.&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams pass before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;All we are is dust in the wind, dust in the wind..."&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-3019983968055747937?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-7722217740279299344</id><published>2011-07-26T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:08:54.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Sei não</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fazia tempo que não despejava meus sentimentos aqui.. as vezes é bom desabafar, pra ninguém, pra mim.. ainda é melhor que fazer ou falar bobagem. meu coração dói. confusa e insegura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;incrivel como sempre te uma musica do engenheiros que se encaixa nesses momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O que há de mais moderno ainda é um sonho muito antigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tentei ser teu futuro, tentei ser teu amigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que há de mais seguro, também corre perigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei a quantas anda, é da nossa natureza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não saber o que fazer as vezes faz a nossa certeza...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o que há de mais seguro também corre perigo..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engenheiros do hawaii.&lt;/i&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/4034201083894730027-7722217740279299344?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/7722217740279299344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=7722217740279299344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7722217740279299344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7722217740279299344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2011/07/sei-nao.html' title='.Sei não'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8481860537587327210</id><published>2011-06-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:18:17.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre disse que todas as pessoas que têm o poder de nos fazer feliz, têm também o poder de nos fazer sofrer... como diz uma música da Superguidis "sem tentar prever não vou mais me decepcionar com nada..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"É engraçado como depositamos tanta confiança e tanto sentimento nas pessoas. Em pessoas que achávamos conhecer, mas, que no fim, só mostraram ser iguais a todos. E por esperar demais, sonhar demais, criar expectativas demais, sempre acabamos nos decepcionando e nos machucando cada vez mais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4034201083894730027-8481860537587327210?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8481860537587327210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8481860537587327210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8481860537587327210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8481860537587327210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2011/06/dalai-lama.html' title='.Dalai Lama'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-4003644641140778278</id><published>2011-04-29T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:54:59.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas caras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, as pessoas que mais pregam moral, são as mais sujas. Duas caras, dois MSNs, duas vidas.. e ter tudo isso, não é um absurdo, acho que 80% das pessoas não são na internet o que elas são na vida real, as pessoas da internet, são inteligentes, bonitas, e super bem sucedidas e felizes, mas quanto tempo dura isso? Não pra sempre, tudo tem um fim um dia, e aí que vemos se gostamos das pessoas ou do que elas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;parecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu gosto, gosto da pessoa. Já alguns... gostam das aparências.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vivem as aparências, e são tão, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;fúteis, que julgam os outros, mas tem uma vida à parte tão hipócrita quanto a sua alma. E o pior de tudo, é falar mal dos outros, chamar de ignorante, quando a ignorância é o sentido da vida desta vida sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Só para demonstrar um pouco da revolta, e a minha satisfação em saber que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eu sou feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eu sei o que é ter uma pessoa para contar em todos os momentos, principalmente nos ruins. Obrigada às pessoas que fazem a minha vida valer a pena, aos meus amigos que estão sempre comigo me apoiando, e ao meu Mateus, que sempre me faz seguir em frente, e que é maravilhoso ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4034201083894730027-4003644641140778278?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/4003644641140778278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=4003644641140778278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4003644641140778278'/><link 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silence, silence full of it, a&amp;nbsp;perfect concert my best friend&lt;br /&gt;So much to live for, so much to die for&lt;br /&gt;If only my heart had a home&lt;br /&gt;Sing what you can't say,&amp;nbsp;Forget what you can't play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it&lt;br /&gt;Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears&lt;br /&gt;For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet piano writing down my life&lt;br /&gt;Teach me passion for I fear it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, hold the lorn&lt;br /&gt;So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time will tell (this bitter farewell)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Te amo.&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/4034201083894730027-5536723991912072447?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/5536723991912072447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=5536723991912072447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/5536723991912072447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/TSAT8zUNJ0I/AAAAAAAAArs/Bh6blk8Cj1k/s200/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+%252877%2529.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I believe in memories they look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And now when, when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But there is not enough time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And there is no song I could sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I will still tell you one thing w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e're better together&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jack Johnson&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/4034201083894730027-6637250302527549591?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/6637250302527549591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=6637250302527549591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6637250302527549591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6637250302527549591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-together.html' title='.Better Together'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/TSAT8zUNJ0I/AAAAAAAAArs/Bh6blk8Cj1k/s72-c/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+%252877%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-9069351372044478746</id><published>2011-01-01T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:56:34.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Falling for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know but I think I may be&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' for you, dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time just thinking 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my hand pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence it's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling for You ~ Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4034201083894730027-9069351372044478746?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/9069351372044478746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=9069351372044478746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/9069351372044478746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/9069351372044478746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2011/01/falling-for-you.html' title='.Falling for You'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8512809462194135975</id><published>2010-12-02T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:48:42.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>. Epitáfio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Epitáfio ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Titãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Devia ter amado mais, ter chorado mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ter visto o sol nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Devia ter arriscado mais e até errado mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ter feito o que eu queria fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Queria ter aceitado as pessoas como elas são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Cada um sabe a alegria e a dor que traz no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger enquanto eu andar distraído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Devia ter complicado menos, trabalhado menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Devia ter me importado menos com problemas pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ter morrido de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Queria ter aceitado a vida como ela é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A cada um cabe alegria e tristeza que vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O acaso vai me proteger enquanto eu andar distraído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Já disse isso e acho que não me levaram a sério, eu realmente quero essa musica como epitáfio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Apesar de amar intensamente, e tentar aproveitar os pequenos momentos da vida... a vida é tão curta e tão rápida que ainda deixamos passar momentos demais . Momentos de dizer que gostamos, momentos de se desculpar, momentos de calar e apenas sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu deveria realmente ver o sol nascer, não lembro quanto tempo faz, mas lembro como se o sol estivesse nascendo agora.. o nascer do sol no horizonte nublado de NMT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Devia ter aceitado as pessoas como elas eram, talvez eu tivesse aproveitado melhor... mas a minha mania de querer proteger e brigar pra fazerem as coisas certas me faz perder esses momentos, com a melhor intenção do mundo, mas as vezes inoportuna... o acaso vai me proteger enquanto eu andar distraído....&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/4034201083894730027-8512809462194135975?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8512809462194135975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8512809462194135975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8512809462194135975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8512809462194135975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/12/epitafio.html' title='. Epitáfio'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-2320199703929637677</id><published>2010-11-29T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:27:33.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Fly to Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fly to angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Slaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pictures of you, they're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You had this smile that could light up the world&lt;br /&gt;Now when it rains it seems the sun never shines&lt;br /&gt;And I drive down this lonely, lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I got this feelin' dady I gotta let you go&lt;br /&gt;Cause now you've to fly (fly high)&lt;br /&gt;Fly to the angels&lt;br /&gt;Heaven awaits your heart&lt;br /&gt;And flowers bloom in your name&lt;br /&gt;Fly to the angels&lt;br /&gt;all the stars in the night shine in your name&lt;br /&gt;Though it hurts me way deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When I turn and look and find&lt;br /&gt;That your not there&lt;br /&gt;I try to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;But the pain, the pain is still not gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you&lt;br /&gt;miss you dady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar de nenhuma palavra curar a dor, e os bons momentos&amp;nbsp;disfarçarem as lembranças tenho que agradecer a algumas pessoas que fazem isso tudo ser menos&amp;nbsp;difícil. obrigada, do fundo do coração, ainda que as vezes não pareça, me faz muita diferença.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pai, tu vai estar sempre comigo, e eu prometo que rezarei todos os dias por ti, obrigada ajudar a me tornar a pessoa que sou hoje. te amo demais, embora nem sempre tenha dito.&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/4034201083894730027-2320199703929637677?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/2320199703929637677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=2320199703929637677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/2320199703929637677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/2320199703929637677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/fly-to-angels.html' title='.Fly to Angels'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8795078291458425104</id><published>2010-11-23T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:40:34.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca se aprende....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"e depois de um tempo você descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa são tiradas de você muito depressa, por isso deve deixar as pessoas que ama com palavras amorosas, pois pode ser a última vez que as vê....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aprende, que há mais dos seus pais em você do que supunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aprende que quando se está com raiva, tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas não dá o direito de ser cruel..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma vez, na mesma data, acho que o dia 22 não é um dia de alegrias pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;22 de fevereiro 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;22 de novembro 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;datas inesqueciveis nas quais perdi duas pessoas importantissimas, e não tem dinheiro que pague uma vida. Se existe um Deus no céu, seja de qualquer religião, ele não deixará uma crueldade dessas impune, não é justo, não tem explicacão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não há sentimento que explique tamanha dor, tamanho vazio... acho que nunca vou conseguir expressar em palavras... e nem sei se gostaria porque não seriam bonitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda que eu já tenha descoberto da pior forma que as pessoas são tiradas rápido demais das nossas vidas, as vezes ainda reluto de dizer quanto elas são importantes, ou acabo deixando pra depois, mas as vezes não temos um "depois". Desta vez, talvez, eu não tenha falhado tanto neste quesito, mas a gente sempre acha que poderia ter feito um pouco mais, falado um pouco mais, demonstrado um pouco mais.... estado perto um pouco mais.... Não é facil pra ninguém, cada um sabe a sua dor, mas bah, como é grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE POWER OF ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sonata Arctica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)&lt;br /&gt;I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.&lt;br /&gt;The pain will remain.&lt;br /&gt;No power to gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was born to be a servant or a slave.&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell me the color of the rain?&lt;br /&gt;In the world that we live in, the things said and done&lt;br /&gt;They can well overrun&amp;nbsp;The power of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children of Abel, Children of Cain&lt;br /&gt;Can live in harmony, without shame&lt;br /&gt;The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred Land&lt;br /&gt;Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Without the water, the wisdom of past&lt;br /&gt;Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast&lt;br /&gt;Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly blind&lt;br /&gt;This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-8795078291458425104?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8795078291458425104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8795078291458425104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8795078291458425104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8795078291458425104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/nunca-se-aprende.html' title='nunca se aprende....'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-3946229859309736413</id><published>2010-11-20T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:57:53.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't Ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Richie Kotzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You know my name you know my face you know my touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You know my voice you know my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And you know where we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm not your man I never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And I don't answer any questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Because I'm free I'm free from making promises tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I wanna live a little on my own without a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You say you need me when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But your better off alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't ask don't ask me if I love you cause I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't ask don't ask me will I be there cause I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Can't you see I'm doin' so much better on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So don't ask me why don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You know my street you know my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You know the cars I drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You know my bed you know my type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And you know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm not so bad I'm not unkind and I don't really wanna hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But I'm free I'm free from making promises tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I wanna live a little on my own without a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You say you need me when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But your better off alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So don't ask don't ask me if I love you cause I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't ask don't ask me will I be there cause I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Can't you see I'm doin' so much better on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So don't ask me why don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm free I'm free from making promises tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I wanna live a little on my own without a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You say you need me when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But your better off alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm beggin’ can't you see...Baby please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't ask don't ask me if I love you cause I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't ask don't ask me will I be there cause I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Can't you see I'm doin' so much better on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So don't ask me why don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Oh don't ask me why don't ask why&lt;/span&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/4034201083894730027-3946229859309736413?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/3946229859309736413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=3946229859309736413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/3946229859309736413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/3946229859309736413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-ask-richie-kotzen-you-know-my-name.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1938048119249809473</id><published>2010-11-16T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:13:18.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Um dia você aprende...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo, você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença entre dar a mão ou acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;E que&lt;/span&gt; companhia &lt;/span&gt;nem sempre&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; significa segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos, e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida, olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto. E, não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam...&lt;br /&gt;E aprende que importa não é o que você tem na vida. Mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; você tem na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e o ambiente têm influência sobre nós.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;com a mesma severidade com que julga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; será, em algum momento, julgado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo não pára para que você o conserte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E descobre que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar e que, realmente, é forte.&amp;nbsp;E pode ir muito mais longe do que imaginava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/b&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/4034201083894730027-1938048119249809473?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1938048119249809473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1938048119249809473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1938048119249809473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1938048119249809473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-dia-voce-aprende.html' title='.Um dia você aprende...'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-6465399721342399179</id><published>2010-11-16T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:01:22.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Mais Uma Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais uma Vez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas é claro que o sol vai voltar amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma vez, eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Escuridão já vi pior, de endoidecer gente sã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Espera que o sol já vem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem gente que está do mesmo lado que você mas deveria estar do lado de lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem gente que machuca os outros, tem gente que não sabe amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem gente enganando a gente, veja nossa vida como está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eu sei que um dia a gente aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se você quiser alguém em quem confiar, confie em si mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem acredita sempre alcança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca deixe que lhe digam que não vale a pena acreditar no sonho que se tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou que seus planos nunca vão dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou que você nunca vai ser alguém...&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/4034201083894730027-6465399721342399179?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/6465399721342399179/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1151268045443329127</id><published>2010-11-15T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:46:53.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Carry On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O inconsciente as vezes é estranho, eu escolhi os lugares das minhas tatuagens aleatoriamente, mas depois vi que fazia tanto sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No pé, a minha base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No pulso, a minha força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No pescoço, meu&amp;nbsp;equilíbrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, muitos me disseram que eu me arrependeria de tatuar uma musica, mas ao contrário, cada vez que penso nela, sinto que tenho ganho um pouco de ânimo para continuar. Então, resolvi compartilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carry On&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simple minded brain&amp;nbsp;for now you succumb&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes your way&lt;br /&gt;This world insists to be the same&amp;nbsp;based on our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;The flowers fade along the road don't blindfold your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;so loneliness becomes the law&amp;nbsp;of a senseless life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Follow your steps and you will find&lt;br /&gt;The unknown ways are on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Need nothing else than just your pride&lt;br /&gt;to get there... [go!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now we'll have to face another day&lt;br /&gt;You won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;This life is forcing us to stay&lt;br /&gt;- For how long?&lt;br /&gt;Cold is the wind and thunder struck&lt;br /&gt;on a stormy night&lt;br /&gt;But can't you see, I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;We are marching on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Follow your steps and you will find&lt;br /&gt;The unknown ways are in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Need nothing else than just your pride&lt;br /&gt;to get there...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, carry on,&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning to life&lt;br /&gt;Which someday we may find...&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, it's time to forget&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past, to carry on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, carry on,&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning to life&lt;br /&gt;Which someday we may find...&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, it's time to forget&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4034201083894730027-1151268045443329127?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1151268045443329127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1151268045443329127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1151268045443329127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1151268045443329127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/carry-on.html' title='.Carry On'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-6609581623595195805</id><published>2010-11-11T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:54:57.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca fui boas com as palavras, nem com as ações acho que a coisa mais lúcida são meus pensamentos... e a maioria das pessoas não os conhecem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na minha&amp;nbsp;adolescência&amp;nbsp;de amores sofri muito, e sonhei muito, hoje já não acredito em amores eternos, namorados perfeitos, mas sempre tento fazer as coisas serem o melhor possível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Faça com que sua ausência seja suficientemente grande para que alguém sinta a sua falta... mas procure não prolongá-la demais para que este alguém não sinta que é capaz de viver sem você..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-6609581623595195805?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/6609581623595195805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=6609581623595195805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6609581623595195805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6609581623595195805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/ausencia.html' title='.Ausência'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1903329310365050236</id><published>2010-11-09T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:21:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Adeus você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adeus você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adeus você&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje vou pro lado de lá&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô levando tudo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra não ter razão pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;Vê se te alimenta&lt;br /&gt;E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cuida do teu&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ninguém te jogue no chão&lt;br /&gt;Procure dividir-se em alguém&lt;br /&gt;Procure-me em qualquer confusão&lt;br /&gt;Levanta e te sustenta&lt;br /&gt;E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero ver você maior, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Pra que minha vida siga adiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adeus você&lt;br /&gt;Não venha mais me negacear&lt;br /&gt;Teu choro não me faz desistir&lt;br /&gt;Teu riso não me faz reclinar&lt;br /&gt;Acalma essa tormenta&lt;br /&gt;E se agüenta, que eu vou pro meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É bom...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se perder&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter razão&lt;br /&gt;É um dom...&lt;br /&gt;Saber envaidecer&lt;br /&gt;Por si&lt;br /&gt;Saber mudar de tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero não saber de cor, também&lt;br /&gt;Pra que minha vida siga adiante&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/4034201083894730027-1903329310365050236?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1903329310365050236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-7631901062940981194</id><published>2010-11-07T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:45:18.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I've become so tired So much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this All I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me And be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um classico da minha juventude... e sabe que hoje ainda gosto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Numb ~ Linkin Park&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/4034201083894730027-7631901062940981194?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/7631901062940981194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=7631901062940981194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7631901062940981194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7631901062940981194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/numb.html' title='.Numb'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-4271369236040774508</id><published>2010-10-31T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T05:27:41.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Everybody's gotta learn sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Change your heart, look around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Change your heart it will astound you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometimes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho incrível como algumas musicas e/ou filmes podem nos descrever quase que fielmente, acho que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Eternal sunshine of spotless mind" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Brilho Eterno de uma mente sem lembranças) tem esse dom comigo. Já devo ter dito isso aqui e em todos os outros blogs, flogs e tudo mais que tive, eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;esse filme, acho que sou muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clementine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Choro sempre, e assisto quantas vezes puder. É lindo, é apaixonante, é sensacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Espere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clementine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por quê? Joel, por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não sei, apenas espere....espere por um momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clementine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clementine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joel, eu sou apenas uma garota ferrada procurando por paz de espirito, eu não sou perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não consigo ver nada que eu não gosto em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clementine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas verá, e eu vou ficar entediada porque é o que acontece comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clementine:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok?... ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4034201083894730027-4271369236040774508?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/4271369236040774508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=4271369236040774508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4271369236040774508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4271369236040774508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/10/everybodys-gotta-learn-sometimes.html' title='.Everybody&apos;s gotta learn sometimes'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1180670319120013825</id><published>2010-10-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:14:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei que é amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom, como já deve ter ficado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;claro eu gosto de expor meus sentimentos com músicas, então... cada uma que aqui foi postada foi algum momento que me completou, basta saber aos outros interpretar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor, eu não peço nada em troca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor, eu não peço nenhuma prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo que você não esteja aqui, o amor está aqui agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo que você tenha que partir, amor não há de ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei que é pra sempre, enquanto durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu peço somente o que eu puder dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor, sei que cada palavra importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor, sei que só há uma resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo sem porque eu te trago aqui, o amor está aqui, comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo sem porque eu te levo assim, o amor está em mim, mais vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei que é pra sempre, enquanto durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu peço somente o que eu puder dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque 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href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-sei-que-e-amor.html' title='Eu sei que é amor'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-3394153538921897298</id><published>2010-10-08T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:00:58.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Long ago, and, oh, so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;I fell in love with you before the second show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;[e nem eu sabia quanto era intenso...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;but you're not really here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;[ agora eu sei quanta falta faz...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Don't you remember you told me you love me baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;[e continuo amando]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;You said you'd be coming back this way again baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;[eu voltarei, um dia eu voltarei..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;I love you, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;["I always do", eu só não sabia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;What to say, to make you come again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;[eu sei que desculpa não bastaria...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Come back to me again, and play your sad guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;[eu quero &amp;nbsp;te ouvir cantar o hino do Grêmio mais uma vez]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Carpenters ~ Superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4034201083894730027-3394153538921897298?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/3394153538921897298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=3394153538921897298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/3394153538921897298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/3394153538921897298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/10/retrato-pra-iaia.html' title='Superstar'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-4811171333345935726</id><published>2010-09-30T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:00:00.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grêmio x São Paulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/TKUm2SNKkuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/dDs5r46uL2A/s1600/dhsdjsrjystjs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/TKUm2SNKkuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/dDs5r46uL2A/s400/dhsdjsrjystjs.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; 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Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grêmio 4 x 2 São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há tanto tempo, oh, e tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Apaixonei-me por você antes do segundo show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seu violão, é tão harmonioso, tão claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas você não está aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É apenas o radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você não lembra de ter me dito eu amo você, baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disse que você iria passar por aqui de novo, baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu amo você, eu realmente amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A solidão é uma ocupação triste e eu mal posso esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para estar com você de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que dizer para fazê-lo vir novamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Volte para mim, e toque seu violão triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coincidência&amp;nbsp;ou intenção, funcionou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As vezes um sorriso machuca mais que mil palavras...A vida é&amp;nbsp;conseqüência&amp;nbsp;das nossas próprias escolhas...as vezes a gente acha que tá certo, e um dia, acorda e descobre que tudo esteve errado sempre.&amp;nbsp;&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/4034201083894730027-4811171333345935726?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/4811171333345935726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=4811171333345935726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4811171333345935726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-7077668748408803130</id><published>2010-09-19T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:48:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O 20 de Setembro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A semana da semana Farroupilha é uma homenagem aos líderes da Revolução mais longa do Brasil, 10 anos de lutas pela separação do Rio Grande do Sul do resto do brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda hoje os ativistas sulistas tem o anseio da libertação do nosso Rio Grande amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não poderia ser menor o amor pelo MEU país, pelo qual eu morreria com muito orgulho, e o meu amor imenso não é menosprezo com os outros , mas sim ORGULHO DE SER GAÚCHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GY-VZWhBgyY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GY-VZWhBgyY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como a aurora precursora do farol da divindade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi o vinte de setembro o precursor da liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mostremos valor constância, nesta ímpia e injusta guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sirvam nossas façanhas de modelo a toda Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não basta pra ser livre, ser forte aguerrido e bravo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Povo que não tem virtude acaba por ser escravo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sirvam nossas façanhas de modelo a toda Terra.&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/4034201083894730027-7077668748408803130?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/7077668748408803130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=7077668748408803130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7077668748408803130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7077668748408803130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-20-de-setembro.html' title='O 20 de Setembro.'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-4026283887774292559</id><published>2010-08-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:35:39.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Ainda Sem Nome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para relembrar os velhos tempos. Costumava amar essa música, e ainda acho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bonitinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto falta da minha vida boêmia, do meu all star e meu pretinho básico, sinto falta do meu cabelo preto e do meu piercing. Mas a vida não permite que tenhamos tudo que desejamos. Até eu ficar rica, depois que ficar rica pintarei meu cabelo cada semana de uma cor diferente, terei uma coleção de all stars (*baba*) e poderei sentar embaixo das árvores na redenção e escrever novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por onde eu andava??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onde andava com a cabeça que não percebi a falta que me faz a tua presença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que banana que eu sou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um completo bundão embora você diga que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Embora você diga que não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não acredito.... eu não acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Agora todas as canções de amor fazem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora todas as canções de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Banana ~ Superguidis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/superguidis&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/4034201083894730027-4026283887774292559?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/4026283887774292559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=4026283887774292559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4026283887774292559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4026283887774292559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/08/ainda-sem-nome.html' title='.Ainda Sem Nome'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8980601590327149259</id><published>2010-05-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:01:06.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por onde andei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desculpe, estou um pouco atrasado, mas espero que ainda de tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;de dizer que andei errado e entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;as suas queixas estão justificáveis e a falta que fiz nessa semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Coisas que pareceriam óbvias até para uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por onde andei enquanto você me procurava?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Será que eu sei que você é mesmo tudo aquilo que me faltava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amor eu sinto sua falta e a falta é a morte da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como o dia que roubaram seu carro deixou uma lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que a vida é mesmo coisa muito frágil, uma bobagem uma&amp;nbsp;relevância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;diante do amor de quem se ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por onde andei ~ Nando Reis&lt;/i&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/4034201083894730027-8980601590327149259?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8980601590327149259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8980601590327149259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8980601590327149259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8980601590327149259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-onde-andei.html' title='Por onde andei...'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-6389837794968946465</id><published>2010-05-08T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:58:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeita Simetria</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Toda vez que toca o telefone eu penso que é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Toda noite eu penso em te escrever, pra dizer que teu silêncio me agride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E não me agrada ser um calendário do ano passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pra dizer que teu crime me cansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E não compensa entrar na dança depois que a música parou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Toda vez que toca o telefone eu penso que é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Toda noite eu penso em te escrever, escrever uma carta definitiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que não de alternativa pra quem lê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;te chamar de carta fora do baralho, descartar, embaralhar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e fazer você voltar ao tempo em que nada nos dividia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;havia motivo pra tudo, tudo era motivo pra mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;era a perfeita simetria, éramos duas metades iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As vezes a gente sabe o que é o certo, ou o que parece mais racional a ser feito. Só falta a coragem (como se fosse fácil achar).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As vezes me acho fraca demais por não ter coragem de desistir, as vezes me acho forte demais por isso, nem todo mundo tem coragem de dar a cara a tapa e persistir até o fim. Acho que sempre fui assim, até não suportar mais, mas pelo menos eu sei que fiz tudo que estava ao alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre confusa, sempre falando mais do que deveria, sempre expondo demais as fraquezas, mas sempre mais sincera ainda. As vezes gostaria de poder aproveitar mais a inocência de criança, viver sem preocupações, sem pressões, sem a obrigação de ter que escolher o melhor pra mim, quando eu mesma não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As vezes, só as vezes eu queria saber por que terrenos estou pisando. Se tudo aquilo que parece é, não é&amp;nbsp;fácil acreditar cegamente sempre, juro que queria, mas não depende só de mim.&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/4034201083894730027-6389837794968946465?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/6389837794968946465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=6389837794968946465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6389837794968946465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6389837794968946465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfeita-simetria.html' title='Perfeita Simetria'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-2072625554218091615</id><published>2010-05-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:37:08.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imortal Tricolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não poderia jamais deixar de mencionar aqui, a vitória do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grêmio Imortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, tão aguerrido, contra o maior rival,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;internacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não bastasse o sabor da vitória, se torna ainda maior em um clássico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GRÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Comemorem tricolores, mas não por muito tempo, ainda temos a Copa do Brasil para conquistar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/S95D-STZehI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NkZu35y7y7g/s1600/gremio.JPG" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-912939476818826061</id><published>2010-04-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:13:04.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the silence</title><content type='html'>Words like violence, break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Come crashing in into my little world &lt;br /&gt;Painful to me, pierce right through me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you understand, oh, my little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted, all I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;Is here, in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Words are very, unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;They can only do harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vows are spoken to be broken&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are intense, words are trivial&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures remain, so does the pain&lt;br /&gt;Words are meaningless and forgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the silence...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the silence...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the silence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-374530256224530513</id><published>2010-03-30T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:10:11.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moedas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Certa vez na minha mãe me ensinou que se eu tivesse 50 moedas não significaria que elas valessem mais que apenas uma, pela minha pouca idade não me fez muito sentido como uma moeda poderia valer mais que uma pilha de 50???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Acho que com o tempo entendi bem o que ela quis dizer. Na vida a gente aprende que uma moeda pode valer mais que um tesouro inteiro. Eu encontrei a moeda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Te espero para ver se você vem, não te troco nessa vida por ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Porque eu te amo, eu te quero bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Acontece que na vida a gente tem que ser feliz por ser amado por alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu te amo, eu te adoro meu amoR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;A semana inteira fiquei esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pra te ver sorrindo, pra te ver cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando a gente ama não pensa em dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Só se quer amar"&lt;/span&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/4034201083894730027-374530256224530513?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/374530256224530513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=374530256224530513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/374530256224530513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/374530256224530513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/03/moedas.html' title='Moedas.'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-6738045089276861921</id><published>2010-03-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:23:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que choramos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Todo mundo conhece pelo menos uma pessoa que já recebeu apelidos engraçadinhos ou até chatos por ser emotivo e se afundar em lágrimas por motivos considerados bobos. Você mesmo pode ser um manteiga derretida. Saiba que não há nada de errado em se emocionar assistindo à propaganda na televisão ou até mesmo aos filmes de comédia. Você tem facilidade para o choro porque simplesmente se coloca no lugar do personagem do filme, da novela, ou capta aquela sensação emotiva a ser transmitida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;– Certas pessoas têm mais facilidade para o choro – esclarece a psicóloga de Joinville Cleonice de Andrade. – Não é a situação que determina uma emoção, e sim a forma como a interpretamos. Ou seja, são nossos pensamentos que geram nossas emoções. Quanto mais vulneráveis estiverem as pessoas, mais facilidade terão de chorar – diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Mesmo assim, esta tendência à vulnerabilidade é hereditária, afirma Cleonice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;– Quanto maior a vulnerabilidade de um indivíduo, maior será a probabilidade de haver interpretações com tendências emotivas da realidade que vive. Essas pessoas que choram com facilidade veem a realidade de forma emotiva com maior frequência que outras pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;A psicóloga ensina que, nos seres humanos, o choro serve para três propósitos: lavar os olhos, reduzir o estresse e expressar emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Mas o propósito primordial do choro é estimular sentimentos de afeto e proteção – diz. Uma criança, por exemplo, chora como forma de comunicação – ela pode estar precisando de cuidados ou apenas querendo a atenção dos pais, para se sentir en- volvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Mas este comportamento pode estender-se até a idade adulta – observa Cleonice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Nas brigas entre casais, na família e até mesmo no trabalho, é fácil de constatar que as mulheres são as primeiras a chorar e a serem taxadas como o lado mais fraco da corda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– As mulheres tem as glândulas lacrimais mais ativas que os homens. Eles não costumam chorar em público, isso ocorre porque no processo evolutivo, o homem que demonstra emoções, principalmente na frente dos outros, coloca-se em situação de risco. Ou seja, o choro é visto como fraqueza e, ao se transmitir fraqueza, ele encoraja outros homens a atacá-los – detalha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleonice garante que quem chora também expressa recados da mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– As pessoas choram a partir do momento que se concentram em seus pensamentos diários e têm consciência deles. – Por exemplo: quando um indivíduo percebe um pensamento negativo que transmite tristeza, o resultado pode ser o choro. Enquanto chora, um indivíduo excreta substâncias químicas geradas pelo estresse, sinalizando aflição em situações emocionalmente carregadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos, desde crianças, que chorar é feio, é sinal de fraqueza e que segurar as lágrimas demonstra autocontrole e força, o que é muito bem visto pela sociedade. Mas chorar, muitas vezes, funciona como um excelente calmante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Se lembrarmos de como nos sentimos após o choro, podemos perceber que ficamos bem melhores emocionalmente – conta Cleonice.&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/4034201083894730027-6738045089276861921?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/6738045089276861921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=6738045089276861921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6738045089276861921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6738045089276861921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/03/por-que-choramos.html' title='Por que choramos?'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-4512180081344632373</id><published>2010-02-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:09:47.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar, solamente, não basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aos que não casaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aos que vão casar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aos que acabam de casar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aos que pensam em se separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aos que acabaram de se separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aos que pensam em voltar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não existem varios tipos de amor, assim como não existem três tipos de saudades, quatro de ódio, seis espécies de inveja. O amor é único, como qualquer sentimento, seja ele destinado a familiares, ao cônjuge ou a Deus. A diferença é que como entre marido e mulher não há laços de sangue, a sedução tem que ser ininterrupta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por não haver qualquer garantia de durabilidade, qualquer alteração no tom de voz nos fragiliza, e de cobrança em cobrança, acabamos por sepultar uma relação que poderia ser eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casaram.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Te amo pra cá, te amo pra lá. Lindo, mas insustentável.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O sucesso de um casamento exige mais que declarações românticas. Entre duas pessoas que de&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cidem dividir o mesmo teto, tem que haver muito mais do que amor, e às vezes, nem necessita de um a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mor tão intenso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;É preciso que haja, antes de mais nada, respeito. Agressões zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disposição para ouvir argumentos alheios. Alguma paciência.. Amor só, não basta. Não pode haver competição. Nem comparação. Tem que ter jogo de cintura, para acatar regras que não foram previamente combinadas. Tem que haver bom humor. para enfrentar imprevistos, acessos de carência, infantilidades. Tem que saber levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Amar só é pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem que haver inteligência. Um cérebro preparado para enfrentar tensões pré-mentruais, rejeições, demissões inesperadas, contas para pagar. Tem que ter disciplina para educar os filhos, dar exemplo, não gritar. Tem que ter um bom psiquiatra, não adianta apenas, amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;O amor é grande, mas não é dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É preciso convocar uma turma de sentimentos para amparar esse amor que carrega o ônus da onipotência&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;O amor pode até nos bastar, mas ele próprio não se basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4034201083894730027-4512180081344632373?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/4512180081344632373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=4512180081344632373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4512180081344632373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/4512180081344632373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2010/02/amar-solamente-nao-basta_20.html' title='Amar, solamente, não basta'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-2771262192974788345</id><published>2009-09-11T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:17:15.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu moresse hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não me arrependeria das milhões de litros de lágrimas derramadas, pois foram todas sinceras, ainda que exageradas. Não me envergonho de saber demonstrar meus sentimentos, ou de saber deixar o orgulho de lado e lutar por quem gosto, se não der certo ao menos não me arrependerei de não ter tentado e não ter me entregue inteiramente à algo em que acreditei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me arrependeria de ter dado presentes pra quem julgo importante e deixado de me presentear, cada presente, lembrança ou cartão levou um pedacinho de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me arrependeria de ter me calado mesmo tendo razão, se evitaria alguma briga posterior.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me importaria em esperar 4 meses ou anos se eu achasse que valeria a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Não me machucariam todas as palavras duras que ouvi. Agora sei que eu também as usei para me defender de quem tentava me proteger. Não me machucaria saber que morri tentando em vão se minha consciência estivesse “limpa”.&lt;br /&gt;Não me faria diferença o luxo, se na simplicidade eu fui tão feliz. Se as coisas pequenas são capazes de me fazer mais feliz que qualquer coisa que o dinheiro poderia comprar. Não tem dinheiro que pague as tardes de pés descalços com os amigos, a não inclusão digital que nos fazia inseparáveis, o churrasco sagrado em família nos domingos. Nunca vou ter algo tão único quanto a minha infância.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me arrependeria de ter dito um milhão de vezes quanto as pessoas que escolhi para minha vida são fundamentais para minha felicidade, já perdi pessoas que amei sem nunca ter dito quanto eram amadas, e essa é uma das poucas coisas que realmente me arrependerei até o meu último dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo se não canto afinado, se meu cabelo está desgrenhado, ou se nasceu uma espinha.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu morresse hoje, me arrependeria apenas de não ter dito mais uma vez quanto cada pessoa é insubstituível para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are places I remember all my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though some have changed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some forever, not for better,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some have gone and some remain.&lt;br /&gt;All these places had their moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with lovers and friends I still can recall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some are dead and some are living.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my life I've loved them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(In My Life ~ The Beatles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-2771262192974788345?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/2771262192974788345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=2771262192974788345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/2771262192974788345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/2771262192974788345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-eu-moresse-hoje.html' title='Se eu moresse hoje...'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1989017418677145220</id><published>2009-07-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:12:45.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•Palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sei que este poema não é novidade pra ninguém, e mesmo tendo lido um milhão de vezes ele sempre consegue me deixar emocionada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Por quê? Porque pedaço dele há o outro lado da situação que normalmente esquecemos de considerar. E isso tem um peso muito maior quando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; estamos do outro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E aprente que não importa o quanto você se importa, algumas pessoas &lt;em&gt;simplesmente&lt;/em&gt; não se importam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quanto e você precisa saber perdoá-la por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Descobre que se leva anos pra construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E que o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas &lt;em&gt;quem&lt;/em&gt; você tem na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que as circunstancias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla os seus atos ou eles o controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada seja uma situação, &lt;em&gt;sempre&lt;/em&gt; existem dois lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que quantos aniversários você celebrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você que você supunha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que se julga, em algum momento sera condenado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que se possa voltar atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;A vida nem sempre é como esperamos ou sonhamos, e até colocaria uma música do sugar kane que sempre me faz chorar como criança, mas iam me chamar de emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Quem quiser procurar, o nome é "22 anos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;As vezes a vida nos dá uma rasteira, e tudo que tinhamos planejado simplesmente desaparece pra algo que tem que ser prioridade, mesmo que não desejemos assim. Mas eu tenho que ficar quieta, porque eu "só reclamo". É a vida, nem sempre temos as rédias dela, embora tenhamos que nos adaptar a isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-1989017418677145220?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1989017418677145220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1989017418677145220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1989017418677145220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1989017418677145220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/07/palavras-ao-vento.html' title='•Palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8208228467323193699</id><published>2009-06-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:52:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;As músicas são as melhores lembranças. Em um momento totalmente nostalgico, ouvindo uma música que considero perfeita dos anos 90 o cérebro instantaneamente começa a passar imagens como um filme, coisas que acontecem nem sempre como desejamos mas que acabam por acarretar uma bonita história, e bons momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nem tudo na vida vem fácil, por algumas coisas temos que saber lutar, outras temos a sorte de ver "cair do céu", e ainda tem as que com paciência se ajeitam, mas que nem todo mundo sabe esperar a hora "certa". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu nem sempre sei ser paciente, na verdade quase sempre quero tudo tão intensamente que um segundo depois perde a graça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Há exceções. Como essa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Heart ~ Secret]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We lead two different lives just like two lines that never cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here we are together standing closer than we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we're still standing here untouched, too scared to make a move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We want so much to touch and we can't wait forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know it's dangerous for us to be together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do we ever keep this secret?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do we keep it in the dark?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if we dare to taste our weakness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could we tear ourselves apart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we keep this love together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't we know right from the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we would have to keep this secret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or forever stay apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch you coming to me walking in the pouring rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help looking at you wishing I could stay away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many times I've tried in vain to close my eyes and pray it goes away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't stop myself from feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To let you go would be too much for me to take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't help thinking w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hen I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How much I need you i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;t's so hard to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando menos se espera, da forma mais inusitada, as coisas acontecem e não importa se é coincidência ou destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Da forma mais inocente do mundo um olhar se cruza e muda a vida de várias pessoas. Um desconhecido passa a merecer atenção e em pouco tempo é uma das melhores coisas da minha vida. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[mesmo sendo colorado]&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/4034201083894730027-8208228467323193699?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8208228467323193699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8208228467323193699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8208228467323193699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8208228467323193699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret.html' title='•Secret'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8915822993751537695</id><published>2009-06-22T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:32:16.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•Marley &amp; Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Cães não precisam de carros luxosos, casas grandes ou roupas chiques. Água e alimento já são o bastante. Um cachorro não liga se você é rico ou pobre. Esperto ou não, inteligente ou não. Dê o seu coração e ele dará o dele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;De quantas pessoas podemos dizer o mesmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Quantas pessoas fazem você se sentir raro, puro e especial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantas pessoas fazem você se sentir extraordinário?&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/4034201083894730027-8915822993751537695?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8915822993751537695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8915822993751537695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8915822993751537695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8915822993751537695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/marley-eu.html' title='•Marley &amp; Eu'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-615679510286809354</id><published>2009-06-22T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:35:57.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•Tchê, tomar chimarrão emagrece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Com o sucesso dos chás vindos do Oriente, como o chá verde e o chá branco, pesquisadores decidiram investigar se o chimarrão típico dos gaúchos, à base de erva-mate, ofereceria benefícios ao organismo. E eles encontraram vários.&lt;br /&gt;Na Universidade Federal de Santa Catarina, os cientistas descobriram que três doses de cerca de 300 ml diários - quase 1 litro por dia - são capazes de diminuir em 13% o colesterol ruim (LDL) e aumentar o bom (HDL). Isso se deve às saponinas, substâncias que funcionam como uma espécie de detergente e reagiriam com ácidos biliares, impedindo a absorção da gordura pelo intestino.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo efeito anticolesterol foi confirmado por um trabalho conduzido por pesquisadores da Universidade São Francisco, em Bragança Paulista. Na Coréia do Sul, cientistas da Universidade de Yonsei chegaram também a outra constatação: a suplementação com erva-mate diminui o peso, a gordura abdominal e a glicose.&lt;br /&gt;Além de prevenir placas nas artérias, a erva-mate combate radicais livres, moléculas que surgem naturalmente no organismo e que promovem a deterioração das células. Mais: uma cuia ou uma xícara de chá-mate depois do almoço auxilia nos movimento do intestino e favorece a digestão, além de acelerar a queima de gordura, segundo pesquisa da Universidade Regional do Noroeste do Estado do Rio Grande do Sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/blog/jsp/default.jsp?source=DYNAMIC,blog.BlogDataServer,getBlog&amp;amp;uf=1&amp;amp;local=1&amp;amp;template=3948.dwt&amp;amp;section=Blogs&amp;amp;post=194414&amp;amp;blog=606&amp;amp;coldir=1&amp;amp;topo=4254.dwt&amp;amp;espname=vidafeminina"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fonte: Blog Vida Feminina - ClicRBS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-615679510286809354?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/615679510286809354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=615679510286809354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/615679510286809354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/615679510286809354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/tche-tomar-chimarrao-emagrece.html' title='•Tchê, tomar chimarrão emagrece!'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-586651592218125554</id><published>2009-06-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:36:33.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•Gordinhos são mais felizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Está comprovado, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gordinhos são mais felizes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pesquisas querem provar que os alimentos são capazes de interferir no humor, eles seriam capazes de modular a fabricação de neurotransmissores - substâncias químicas responsáveis pela comunicação das células com o cérebro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;São três os responsáveis pela felicidade: dopamina, serotonina e noradrenalina. Em níveis adequados na massa cinzenta são capazes de fazer as pessoas se sentirem mais felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;carboidratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (massas, pães, batata e arroz) colaboram para a produção e atividade da serotonina. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vitamina B12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (ostras, mariscos e carne vermelha magra) está relacionada com a depressão, se em deficiência. Além de alimentos como carnes, peixes, leite, ovos, ervilhas, feijões e grão-de-bico, que são ricos em triptofano (substância da qual a serotonina é derivada).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Com essas informações, pode-se crer que pessoas que ingerem mais alimentos, tem maiores probabilidades de serem felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mas não se enganem, toda regra possui exceções.&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/4034201083894730027-586651592218125554?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/586651592218125554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=586651592218125554&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/586651592218125554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/586651592218125554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/gordinhos-sao-mais-felizes.html' title='•Gordinhos são mais felizes'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-7640498235195845935</id><published>2009-06-04T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:48:36.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•No expectations, no disappointments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-7640498235195845935?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/7640498235195845935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=7640498235195845935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7640498235195845935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7640498235195845935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-expectations-no-disappointments.html' title='•No expectations, no disappointments.'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1459764892030374813</id><published>2009-06-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:51:26.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•House 01x13 - Cursed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House:&lt;/strong&gt; Eu sei que odeia seu pai, mas eu vou lhe contar uma coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase:&lt;/strong&gt; Eu não odeio ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu o amei até descobrir dói menos se não se importar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não espera que ele apareça no jogo de futebol. Sem decepções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não espera que que ele ligue no seu aniversário, não espera que apareça por meses. Sem decepções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quer que façamos as pazes? Que tomemos umas cervejas num bar? Que demos um grande abraço de família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu já dei muitos abraços, ele já me deu muitas decepções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House:&lt;/strong&gt; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivendo e aprendendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu esperei muitas vezes um abraço, um muito obrigado, um simples sorriso de aprovação mediante uma tentativa de agrado. Nem sempre eles são a resposta. Às vezes eu ainda espero, mas querer é diferente de poder, nem sempre depende de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Chega um ponto que desistimos de tentar, ou cansamos de "não se importar"... Talvez as pequenas coisas sejam fundamentais de serem evitadas também.&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/4034201083894730027-1459764892030374813?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1459764892030374813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1459764892030374813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1459764892030374813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1459764892030374813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-01x13-cursed.html' title='•House 01x13 - Cursed'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-6065578683474447500</id><published>2009-06-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:51:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>•Banalização do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ao escutar a reportagem sobre relacionamentos, me deparei com a seguinte afirmação: "Como escolher o parceiro certo". Afinal, estamos escolhendo um produto no supermercado ou alguém que pretendemos passar &lt;em&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delete&lt;/span&gt;]a vida toda[/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delete&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/em&gt; um longo período.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ao contrário de alguns indivíduos &lt;em&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delete&lt;/span&gt;]desesperados[/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delete&lt;/span&gt;],&lt;/em&gt; não creio que pode-se encontrar o par perfeito, a alma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gêmea&lt;/span&gt; em um lugar onde se "monta" a outra metade da laranja de acordo com as características que nos parecem fundamentais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;A felicidade não se compra com dinheiro, e o amor não se monta como gavetas em um armário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;O amor se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;constrói&lt;/span&gt; dos defeitos, dos desentendimentos. É sabendo lidar com as situações &lt;em&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;delete&lt;/span&gt;]inconcebíveis[/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;delete&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/em&gt;difíceis que aprendemos a respeitar a opinião, e até mesmo as manias idiotas, dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Não é fácil, e sim muito difícil, por isso que atualmente é mais "prático" ir até o mercado mais próximo e trocar, ao menos é como costuma ser tratado um relacionamento. Não deu certo? Larga que tem outro esperando na fila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Essa banalização do amor não me cae bem, tampouco faz sentido, mesmo que eu queira matar "Ele" algumas vezes, mesmo que eu tenha que ficar calada com razão e esperar o tempo mostrar que eu estava certa, ou ter que admitir que errei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Amor, solamente, não basta. É preciso muita compreensão, muita paciência, às vezes fazer de conta que não viu, não ouviu, e o mais difícil: confiança, muita confiança.&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/4034201083894730027-6065578683474447500?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/6065578683474447500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=6065578683474447500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6065578683474447500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6065578683474447500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/banalizacao-do-amor.html' title='•Banalização do amor'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1999552173238121515</id><published>2009-05-24T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:36:59.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are places I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though some have changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some forever, not for better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some have gone and some remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All these places had their moments with lovers and friends I still can recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some are dead and some are living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my life I've loved them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one compares with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And these memories lose their meaning when I think of love as something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my life I'll love you more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my life I'll love you more.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me define, da melhor forma e mais verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O passado pode ter sido bom ou ruim por vezes, mas nunca vai se apagar. Os bons momentos com pessoas legais estarão sempre em minha memória, tenham sido amigos ou "amantes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Às vezes as lembranças passam como filmes, e as coisas marcantes me fazem sorrir pensando quanto puderam ser boas, ou quanto puderam me machucar, mas embora me tragam lembranças são meu passado, e eu não espero ter elas de volta, nem desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amei todas, mas agora amo mais, muito mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-1999552173238121515?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1999552173238121515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1999552173238121515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1999552173238121515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1999552173238121515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-life.html' title='.In My Life'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-658189908683489929</id><published>2009-04-04T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:37:17.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Ando Devagar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e levo esse sorriso, porque já chorei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte, mais feliz quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu só levo a certeza de que muito pouco eu sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu nada sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,o sabor das massas e das maçãs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é preciso amor pra poder pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é preciso a chuva para florir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Penso que cumprir a vida seja simplesmente compreender a marcha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e ir tocando em frente como um velho boiadeiro levando a boiada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu vou tocando os dias pela longa estrada eu vou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;estrada eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todo mundo ama um dia, todo mundo chora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dia a gente chega, no outro vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;é preciso amor pra poder pulsar&lt;br /&gt;é preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;br /&gt;é preciso a chuva para florir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-658189908683489929?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/658189908683489929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=658189908683489929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/658189908683489929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/658189908683489929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/ando-devagar.html' title='.Ando Devagar'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-3402209410901760573</id><published>2009-04-04T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:37:35.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Pôr-do-sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"As pessoas são tão belas quanto um pôr-do-sol quando as deixamos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De fato, talvez possamos apreciar um pôr-do-sol justamente pelo fato de não o podermos controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando aprecio um pôr-do-sol não me ponho a dizer: Diminua um pouco o tom de laranja no canto direito, ponha um pouco mais de vermelho púrpura na base e use um pouco mais de rosa naquela nuvem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não faço isso, não tento controlar um pôr-do-sol. Olho com admiração a sua evolução."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carl Rogers&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/4034201083894730027-3402209410901760573?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/3402209410901760573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=3402209410901760573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/3402209410901760573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/3402209410901760573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-do-sol.html' title='.Pôr-do-sol'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-7095430588678039254</id><published>2009-03-29T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:37:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu costumava ser mais racional, eu costumava ser melhor, eu costumava me amar mais, me dar mais valor, ter mais orgulho (o que é isso agora?). Antigamente (para não dizer "uma vez") eu costumava ser tão racional que me arrependia por pensar demais e não fazer, e agora, eu faço demais e sequer penso, e isso me mata, tanto quanto matava a minha racionalidade excessiva. Só queria o meio termo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É dificil ver minha vida se repetindo, 5 anos e nada mudou. E os mesmos problemas, e os mesmos erros. Tenho medo de onde isso pode terminar e nem tenho como evitar. Mas eu não quero voltar a ser espectadora da minha própria vida de novo e ver tudo, aquilo que eu mais amo, indo embora de novo... da mesma forma. Não posso ser fraca como fui, não posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Confusão de sentimento, tristeza no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sistemas de um novo tempo difícil de encarar&lt;br /&gt;É, quem sabe sou eu que to lento&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei não posso parar&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de um doce momento seu, é inevitável chorar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda existe uma chance, ainda existe um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Embora neste instante eu não consiga encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Lembro o conselho do amigo "Cuidado ao olhar pra trás, é fácil trocar o rumo, difícil é nele voltar"&lt;br /&gt;Passageiro de um eterno momento que não sabe onde pode parar&lt;br /&gt;E essa angustia que corrói por dentro um dia tem que parar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda existe uma chance, ainda existe um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Embora neste instante eu não consiga encontrar&lt;br /&gt;A única certeza é a incerteza do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;A única certeza é a incerteza do teu amor, pra nós dois&lt;/span&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/4034201083894730027-7095430588678039254?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/7095430588678039254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=7095430588678039254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7095430588678039254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7095430588678039254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade_29.html' title='.Saudade'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1488428877335814397</id><published>2009-03-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:38:19.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Motivo X Controle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Devo confessar que a paciência nunca foi uma das minhas grandes virtudes, mas já pude contar com ela "n" vezes. Infelizmente ela tem se tornado uma inimiga, não posso dizer mortal mas extremamente torturante.&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabem que existem coisas na vida que demandam muita paciência, tempo e principalmente força de vontade. Nenhuma mudança pode ser feita sem força [e um bom motivo que incite o acontecimento e valha abrir mão da comodidade do "erro"]&lt;br /&gt;Quando repetimos as ações que condenamos, nos comprometemos e prometemos que não se repetirá, e realmente não creio que haja outra intenção, o não cumprimento não é proveniente da falta de vontade, talvez da falta de autocontrole.&lt;br /&gt;O fato se repete, e "buuum", tudo se vai por agua abaixo., passada a tempestade e após algumas horas a sanidade volta a reinar, e lá vem a pergunta chata "de novo?"&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, já foi.&lt;br /&gt;A resposta? Facílima! controle e racionalidade.&lt;br /&gt;A teoria é fácil, a prática são "outros quinhentos". Nada é impossível, se o motivo for bom, o sacrifício vale a pena.&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/4034201083894730027-1488428877335814397?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1488428877335814397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1488428877335814397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1488428877335814397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1488428877335814397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/motivo-x-controle.html' title='.Motivo X Controle'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-333564848771878444</id><published>2009-03-02T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:39:02.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Brighter than sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ao teu lado eu não sou mais rico, mais bonito ou mais inteligente; mas me sinto muito mais completo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Poucas palavras dizem muito com um pouco de sentimento&lt;/span&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/4034201083894730027-333564848771878444?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/333564848771878444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=333564848771878444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/333564848771878444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/333564848771878444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/ao-teu-lado-eu-nao-sou-mais-rico-mais.html' title='.Brighter than sunshine'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8543125823149831711</id><published>2009-02-15T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:09:50.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;HOUSE: E depois direi algo insensível ou começarei a ignorá-la. A princípio você aceitará, é só o House sendo o House. Então, em algum momento precisará de algo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-8543125823149831711?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8543125823149831711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8543125823149831711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8543125823149831711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8543125823149831711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-e-depois-direi-algo-insensivel-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1375699051097232379</id><published>2009-01-28T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:40:04.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Dois Lados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo tem dois lados. Para que haja desentendimento são necessárias dois individuos, ou seja, dois pontos de vista, duas formas diferentes de agir sobre mesmas circunstâncias. Logo, posso afirmar que toda e qualquer situação possui dois lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vítima sofre a agressão, o agressor tem seus motivos, ambos correctos em seus respectivos pontos de vista, que não levam a lugar algum, ambos errados. Em algum momento se cogita a possibilidade de pensar no outro lado? Claro que não, se fosse assim tudo ficar fácil e para que facilitar se podemos complicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho meu ponto de vista, gosto de ser tratada como trataria, entretanto nem sempre trato como gostariam de ser tratados. A diferença? Eu ao menos sei admitir, ainda que não faça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então, quando houver uma situação semelhante que me envolva não me trate como você quer ser tratado, pode não saber como eu sou mas já sabe como eu não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu coração - ou deveria dizer meu cérebro? - agradece.&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/4034201083894730027-1375699051097232379?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1375699051097232379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1375699051097232379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1375699051097232379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1375699051097232379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/dois-lados.html' title='.Dois Lados'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-7126519197924723434</id><published>2009-01-23T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:20:00.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Apartir do próximo amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"...Prá começar, não vou olhar pra trás. O que passou é passado, se errei agora não vou mais conseguir corrigir. Então para que remoer o passado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem todas as pessoas retribuem meus carinhos como "eu" gostaria... E daí? A partir do próximo amanhecer e vou continuar a amá-las sem tentar mudá-las. Pode ser que até ficassem como gostaria que fossem, &lt;em&gt;mas deixassem de ser as pessoas que amo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não vou mais parar minha vida por que meu desejo não acontece, por que uma mensagem não chega, por que não ouço o que gostaria de ouvir... Vou fazer o meu momento, vou ser feliz agora, terão outros dias pela frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chega de sofrer pelo que não ouço, não leio ou não consigo ter. Pelo tempo que não tenho e por sofrer por antecipação, &lt;em&gt;pensando sempre, apenas no pior&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Meus amigos não precisarão mais me dar o ombro para chorar, pois vou aproveitar a presença deles para sorrir, cantar e dividir a felicidade..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;momento bem propício hã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Recebi em 12/05/2008 e POR ACASO estava excluindo meus e-mails hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me cabe bem.&lt;/span&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/4034201083894730027-7126519197924723434?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/7126519197924723434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=7126519197924723434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7126519197924723434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/7126519197924723434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/apartir-do-prximo-amanhecer.html' title='.Apartir do próximo amanhecer'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-5702263709501962694</id><published>2009-01-22T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:47:10.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há quem diga que ela existe. Eu, particularmente, nunca vi; na verdade não sei se gostaria de ter o desprazer de encontrá-la. Ela deve ser chata, correCta demais e, por que não dizer, falsa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O quê? Parece bobagem? Um absurdo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usemos a imaginação: Depois de uma noite mal dormida, aquela chuva torrencial e incessante te faz passar o dia inteiro encharcado no trabalho, claro espirrando - que é sinal de uma boa gripe pela frente - aquele humor bom, e para completar o teu chefe mala não sai do teu lado e inventa coisas absurdas e impossíveis, claro que &lt;em&gt;"pra ontem&lt;/em&gt;". Finalmente, depois de um dia infernal, é hora de ir para casa e descansar, quando tu está chegando na parada o ônibus está saindo, o melhor, o "filhadaputa" te viu e não parou. Depois de meia hora passa outro, lotado claro, com aquela gorda cheia de sacolas empurrando todo mundo. Quando finalmente tu coloca o pé dentro de casa, a calmaria, o teu amorzinho te espera com um jantar saboroso e te prepara um banho. Claro, tudo que tu queria!! Mentira, tu queria mais é chegar em casa e xingar, e reclamar e colocar pra fora toda a raiva que teve durante o dia! Ah, vai.. admite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim. Mesmo se existisse, a perfeição não seria boa, afinal, são os poréns da vida, as coisas chatas, os erros, que fazem o "outro lado" ser bom. Se não fosse aquele teu primeiro namorado idiota que te fez chorar litros e litros por nada, tu não teria encontrado aquele outro &lt;em&gt;perfeito cheio de defeitos que tu adora,&lt;/em&gt; e aquele teu chefe chato não faria esse novo ser "um pouco menos chefe". Se não fosse aquele vestibular idiota, tu não teria visto quais pessoas realmente se importam contigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem tudo na vida pode ser perfeito, e na verdade nada é, mas algumas coisas nos fazem ter a perfeição por alguns instantes, e se não soubermos aproveitar esses pequenos instantes as vírgulas se tornarão pontos finais.&lt;/span&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/4034201083894730027-5702263709501962694?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/5702263709501962694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=5702263709501962694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/5702263709501962694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/5702263709501962694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfeio.html' title='.Perfeição'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-926119433906201661</id><published>2009-01-15T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:40:42.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Sensatez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Por mais que o poder e o dinheiro tenham conquistado uma ótima posiçãono ranking das virtudes, o amor ainda lidera com folga.Tudo o que todos querem é amar!Encontrar alguém que faça bater forte o coração e justifique loucuras.Que nos faça entrar em transe, cair de quatro, babar na gravata. Que nosfaça revirar os olhos, rir à toa, cantarolar dentro de um ônibus lotado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Depois que acaba esta paixão retumbante, sobra o que? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mas não o amor mistificado, que muitos julgam ter o poder de fazer levitar.O que sobra é o amor que todos conhecemos, o sentimento que temos por mãe, pai, irmão, filho. É tudo o mesmo amor, só que entre amantes existe sexo.Não existem vários tipos de amor, assim como não existem três tipos de saudades, quatro de ódio, seis espécies de inveja. O amor é único, como qualquer sentimento, seja ele destinado a familiares, ao cônjuge ou a Deus. A diferença é que, como entre marido e mulher não há laços de sangue, a sedução tem que ser ininterrupta. Por não haver nenhuma garantia dedurabilidade, qualquer alteração no tom de voz nos fragiliza, e de cobrança em cobrança acabamos por sepultar uma relação que poderia ser eterna.Casaram. Te amo prá lá, te amo prá cá. Lindo, mas insustentável. O sucesso de um casamento exige mais do que declarações românticas. Entre duas pessoas que resolvem dividir o mesmo teto, tem que haver muito mais do que amor, e às vezes nem necessita de um amor tão intenso. É preciso que haja, antes de mais nada, respeito. Agressões zero. Disposição para ouvir argumentos alheios. Alguma paciência. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor, só, não basta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não pode haver competição. Nem comparações. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem que ter jogo de cintura para acatar regras que não foram previamente combinadas. Tem que haver bom humor para enfrentar imprevistos, acessos de carência, infantilidades. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tem que saber levar. Amar, só, é pouco.Tem que haver inteligência. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um cérebro programado para enfrentar tensões pré-menstruais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rejeições, demissões inesperadas, contas pra pagar. Tem que ter disciplina para educar filhos, dar exemplo, não gritar.Tem que ter um bom psiquiatra. Não adianta, apenas, amar.Entre casais que se unem visando a longevidade do matrimônio tem que haver um pouco de silêncio, amigos de infância, vida própria, um tempo pracada um. &lt;em&gt;Tem que haver confiança! Uma certa camaradagem, às vezes fingir que não viu, fazer de conta que não escutou&lt;/em&gt;.É preciso entender que união não significa, necessariamente, fusão. E que amar, "solamente", não basta.Entre homens e mulheres que acham que o amor é só poesia, tem que haver discernimento, pé no chão, racionalidade. Tem que saber que o amor pode ser bom, pode durar para sempre, mas que sozinho não dá conta do recado. O amor é grande mas não é dois. É preciso convocar uma turma de sentimentos para amparar esse amor que carrega o ônus da onipotência.O amor até pode nos bastar, mas ele próprio não se basta.Um bom Amor aos que já têm! Um bom encontro aos que procuram!E felicidades a todos nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;"Ta aí" a justificativa para o fim de muitos relacionamentos, ah se fosse tão fácil quanto parece... mas acho que tem coisas que valem a pena, não valem? ;)&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/4034201083894730027-926119433906201661?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/926119433906201661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=926119433906201661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/926119433906201661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/926119433906201661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/sensatez.html' title='.Sensatez'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8376185276900876002</id><published>2008-09-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:56:08.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sabe como eu me sinto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nem eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Eu não sei direito como dizer como me sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aquelas três palavras são ditas demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas não são o suficiente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eu preciso de sua graça para me lembrar de encontrar a minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Se eu deitar aqui, se eu apenas deitar aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Você deitaria comigo e esqueceria do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Falar é fácil, é fácil despejar palavras, difícil é demonstrá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Difícil é vivê-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-8376185276900876002?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8376185276900876002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8376185276900876002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8376185276900876002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8376185276900876002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2008/09/chasing-cars.html' title='.Chasing Cars'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-535149048976679416</id><published>2008-08-26T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:29:58.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Internet: evolução afastando vidas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt; A revolucionária ideia do mundo na ponta dos dedos deixou milhares de pessoas impressionadas. De fato, facilita imensamente ter as informações necessarias sem sair de casa, sem gastar tempo ou dinheiro para chegar a algum lugar fechado ou no horário errado.&lt;br /&gt;     Mas tudo tem dois lados, e os contras não se anulariam justo nesse caso. As pessoas fazem menos exercícios físicos e deixam de fazer coisas banais para passar horas e horas sentadas na frente de um objeto inanimado chegando sequer ver a luz do dia. Aceito o fato da evolução estar presente e nem ser questão de escolha, mas de necessidade, e o computador poder ser usado para muitas coisas boas, entre elas salvar vidas, o que infelizmenet não é o meu caso, passo horas 'com a bunda pregada na cadeira' dando F5 esperando as pessoas me responderem, quando poderia estar junto delas aproveitando.&lt;br /&gt;     A internet também é uma forma de retardo, Tem coisas boas e realmente interessantes, mas tem muito mais futilidades, e adivinha o que todo mundo faz???!!! Pois é, linguagem correta com acentuação e pontuação é coisa do passadpo (pré-histórico, eu diria), e a concordância verbal entaão... (alias, que bicho é esse mesmo??). Mas não cheguei ainda ao "ponto G" (Como diria nosso excelentíssimo presidente Lula), a questão é: hoje é meu aniversário, e adivinha quantos scraps a mais terei até terminar de escrever esse texto? no mínimo uns 15!! e são aqueles bááááááásicos "feliz aniversário, tudo de bom pra ti" - as pessoas nem se prestam pra escrever mais - se tornando cada vez mais frias. Que saudade das reunioezinhas nos aniversários, dos almoços e bilhetes, não é presente ue eu quero, uma ligação de 3 segundos seria suficiente,e não recados 'feitos'  lembradas por uma página da internet.&lt;br /&gt;     Enfim, quero uma vida real, não quero contos de fada, nem grandes surpresas, só que seja de coração e saber que algumas pessoas ainda não se entregaram para a frieza da evolução!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4034201083894730027-535149048976679416?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/535149048976679416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=535149048976679416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/535149048976679416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/535149048976679416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2008/08/internet-evoluo-afastando-vidas.html' title='.Internet: evolução afastando vidas.'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1697505345622629565</id><published>2008-08-24T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:26:31.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/SLJBSb2D3vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NbhRhPxqRKU/s1600-h/Eternal_Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238321101553262322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/SLJBSb2D3vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NbhRhPxqRKU/s320/Eternal_Sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel &lt;/strong&gt;- Espere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine &lt;/strong&gt;- O quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt; - O que você quer, Joel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; - Apenas espere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu não sei. Quero que espere por...só um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt; - Tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; - Sério?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt; - Não sou um conceito, Joel. Sou apenas uma garota ferrada procurando pela própria paz de espírito. Eu não sou perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu não consigo ver nada que não goste em você. Eu não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt; - Mas você vai ver! Sabe, você vai pensar nas coisas. E eu vou me entediar com você e me sentir encurralada, porque é isso o que acontece comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; - Tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt; - Tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel &lt;/strong&gt;- Tudo bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine &lt;/strong&gt;- Tudo bem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-1697505345622629565?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1697505345622629565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1697505345622629565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1697505345622629565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1697505345622629565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2008/08/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='.Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/SLJBSb2D3vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NbhRhPxqRKU/s72-c/Eternal_Sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-6975003667522692937</id><published>2008-08-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:56:00.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.O amor é inexplicável</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/SKDsufuW9oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QRmx81QIIT4/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233443050538595970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/SKDsufuW9oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QRmx81QIIT4/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Segundo alguns psicanalistas quando se apaixona você não se relaciona com alguém de carne e osso, mas com uma projeção criada por você mesmo, e a projeção que fazemos é de um ser absolutamente perfeito, depois de um período a projeção acaba e você passa a enxergar de verdade a pessoa com quem está se relacionando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Invariavelmente, algumas virtudes do parceiro vão embora junto com a projeção, outras ficam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E se o que ficou de cada um for suficiente pros dois a relação perdura. Se não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Tem coisas que nem o amoR explica, tipo a foto.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-6975003667522692937?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/6975003667522692937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=6975003667522692937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6975003667522692937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/6975003667522692937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-amor-inexplicvel.html' title='.O amor é inexplicável'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0V9v1iUhOo/SKDsufuW9oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QRmx81QIIT4/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-2213035584508023799</id><published>2008-08-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:05:49.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.O Amor, por Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção, pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida. Se os olhares se cruzarem e neste momento houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu. Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante e os olhos encherem d'água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente divino: o amor. Se um dia tiver que pedir perdão um ao outro por algum motivo e em troca receber um abraço, um sorriso, um afago nos cabelos e os gestos valerem mais que mil palavras, entregue-se: vocês foram feitos um pro outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Se por algum motivo você estiver triste, se a vida te deu uma rasteira e a outra pessoa sofrer o seu sofrimento, chorar as suas lágrimas e enxugá-las com ternura, que coisa maravilhosa: você poderá contar com ela em qualquer momento de sua vida. Se você conseguir em pensamento sentir o cheiro da pessoa como se ela estivesse ali do seu lado... se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente linda, mesmo ela estando de pijamas velhos, chinelos de dedo e cabelos emaranhados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Se você não consegue trabalhar direito o dia todo, ansioso pelo encontro que está marcado para a noite... se você não consegue imaginar, de maneira nenhuma, um futuro sem a pessoa ao seu lado... Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a pessoa envelhecendo e, mesmo assim, tiver a convicção que vai continuar sendo louco por ela... se você preferir morrer antes de ver a outra partindo: é o amor que chegou na sua vida. É uma dádiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas pessoas apaixonam-se muitas vezes na vida, mas poucas amam ou encontram um amor verdadeiro. Ou às vezes encontram e por não prestarem atenção nesses sinais, deixam o amor passar, sem deixá-lo acontecer verdadeiramente. É o livre-arbítrio. Por isso preste atenção nos sinais, não deixe que as loucuras do dia a dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: o amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;"O amor, é quando as diferenças não são mais capazes de separar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Busset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034201083894730027-2213035584508023799?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-1881577979511059206</id><published>2008-04-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:33:44.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.amar, verbo intransitivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar: (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do Lat. amare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;v. tr.,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ter amor a;&lt;br /&gt;gostar muito de;&lt;br /&gt;desejar;&lt;br /&gt;escolher;&lt;br /&gt;apreciar;&lt;br /&gt;preferir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;v. int.,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estar apaixonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tem coisas na vida que não tem preço, para todas as outras existe Mastercard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&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/4034201083894730027-1881577979511059206?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/1881577979511059206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=1881577979511059206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1881577979511059206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/1881577979511059206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2008/04/amar-verbo-intransitivo.html' title='.amar, verbo intransitivo'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-8673026950138245127</id><published>2008-04-28T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:15:25.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Algo por você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey garota não fique esperando o telefone tocar&lt;br /&gt;Os homens são o que são e são todos iguais&lt;br /&gt;O difícil é saber quem é o clone de quem&lt;br /&gt;Hey garota não fique esperando o telefone tocar&lt;br /&gt;De volta ao passado tecendo tapetes esperando o guerreiro voltar&lt;br /&gt;Já lhe fizeram sofrer demais, já lhe fizeram feliz demais&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de você mesma fazer algo por você!&lt;br /&gt;Só você pode fazer!&lt;br /&gt;Hey garota o dia já passou, não deixe a noite passar&lt;br /&gt;Passe um batom ou não e vá se divertir&lt;br /&gt;Você vai descobrir quem é o clone de quem.&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de você mesma fazer algo por você&lt;br /&gt;Só você pode fazer!&lt;br /&gt;[Engenheiros do Hawaii ~ Algo por você]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E embora eu saiba bem disso, as vezes é dificil levantar depois de um tombo.&lt;br /&gt;É fácil seguir o caminho e saber tudo que vai ser enfrentado nele, mas não é fácil dar os primeiros passos e encarar tudo isso [menos ainda sozinho]. Mas um dia tem que ser feito, por que esperar o amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, mas não saber não me dá a resposta.&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/4034201083894730027-8673026950138245127?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/8673026950138245127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=8673026950138245127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8673026950138245127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/8673026950138245127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-garota-no-fique-esperando-o.html' title='.Algo por você'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034201083894730027.post-5303300839027883008</id><published>2008-04-25T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:15:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Descrição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu até poderia fazer uma 'boa propaganda' e dizer que sou simpática, legalzinha e até mesmo "bonitinha", mas 'rótulos são para geléias'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Já fui uma loirinha lindinha, uma alemoazinha envergonhada, uma vaquinha amada, já fui um moranguinho com chantili, um chuchu com gosto, um chuchu sem sal... Fui a amiga mais presente, e a mais ausente.... Já fui amada e já amei, e também me decepcionei.... Já magoei e fui magoada... Já tomei centenas de banhos de chuva, mas alguns são inesquecíveis.... Já chorei bêbada e dancei funk em cima da mesa... Já chorei de tanto rir, e já ri por tanto chorar.... Já fui forte quando necessário e desmoronei quando sozinha no meu quarto.... Já cantei, chorei e sorri sozinha na rua.... Já passei horas na redenção pensando na vida, e outras tantas deitada na grama olhando a beleza do céu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Perdi amigos pela minha sinceridade, e ganhei outros tantos por causa dela.... Já fugi de casa pra ir em festa.... Já matei aula pra estar com quem gostava.... Já fiz tantas loucuras por quem amei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sinto saudade da minha infância, e da minha mãe brigando comigo, porque ela tá longe mas a odeio quando está perto.... Acordo todos os dias de mau humor, um “leãozinho” como diz a Lela... e abro meu orkut pra ver se alguém lembrou de mim e vai fazer meu dia um pouco melhor.... Espero sempre que meu celular toque pra ouvir um “só liguei pra te dizer um oi”....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Já fiz o dia de muitas pessoas melhor por coisas banais como um “quer ajuda?”, ou um “pode passar”....ou até mesmo um olhar de aprovação, ou um sorriso sincero... também fizeram por mim... assim como tantos outros fizeram o meu dia pior com a loucura da cidade grande e com cantadas baratas.. Já tive tantos dias bons e outros tantos ruins que sequer me arrisco a me definir, não posso falar de qualidades tendo tantos defeitos a serem considerados.&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/4034201083894730027-5303300839027883008?l=sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/feeds/5303300839027883008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034201083894730027&amp;postID=5303300839027883008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/5303300839027883008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034201083894730027/posts/default/5303300839027883008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinastrasser.blogspot.com/2008/04/descrio.html' title='.Descrição'/><author><name>Sabrina Strasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07864439488437147244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsqqRX7BzA/TvsLSB5VzFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qtcMaferqGE/s220/374252_10150415516052353_595817352_8624545_1038405036_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
