<?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-22386228</id><updated>2011-09-30T08:02:05.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet hidden place</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui me escondo,
aqui me revelo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-2669415987770387071</id><published>2011-01-02T02:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:18:10.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>"Eu tenho medo de te dar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E confessar que estou nas tuas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me afasto e me defendo de você,&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois me entrego.&lt;br /&gt;Faço tipo, falo coisas que eu não sou,&lt;br /&gt;Mais depois eu nego.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade&lt;br /&gt;É que eu sou louco por você&lt;br /&gt;E tenho medo de pensar em te perder.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso aceitar que não dá mais&lt;br /&gt;Para separar as nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessa loucura de dizer que não te quero,&lt;br /&gt;Vou negando as aparências,&lt;br /&gt;Disfarçando as evidências,&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra que viver fingindo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não posso enganar meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;De negar o meu desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero mais que tudo;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso do seu beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu entrego a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Pra você fazer o que quiser de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ouvir você dizer que sim"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-2669415987770387071?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/2669415987770387071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=2669415987770387071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/2669415987770387071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/2669415987770387071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-2273707852057483466</id><published>2010-12-17T18:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:57:40.242-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não tenho jeito mesmo... :(</title><content type='html'>"Sinto a calma em volta de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O teu vento vem me perturbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me envolve me leva daqui&lt;br /&gt;Me afoga de novo no mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perco nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E mergulho sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se voltarei..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-2273707852057483466?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/2273707852057483466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=2273707852057483466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/2273707852057483466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/2273707852057483466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-nao-tenho-jeito-mesmo.html' title='Eu não tenho jeito mesmo... :('/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-7279671901231960691</id><published>2009-10-24T21:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:11:41.665-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz88YoWUdeU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz88YoWUdeU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a real tradução dessa música poderia ser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me ame como eu quero ser amada,&lt;br /&gt;Faça por mim tudo o que eu faço por você,&lt;br /&gt;Me faça feliz, tão quanto - ou se possível, ainda mais,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu já fui um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Me ame como ele me amou,&lt;br /&gt;Me faça sentir o que ele me fez sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa esquecê-lo pra sempre..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-7279671901231960691?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/7279671901231960691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=7279671901231960691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/7279671901231960691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/7279671901231960691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-956256746236188672</id><published>2009-10-19T16:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:06:03.518-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra extravazar...</title><content type='html'>"Eu me mordo de ciúme,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me mordo, eu me mordo de ciúme,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me mordo, eu me rasgo, eu me acabo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu falo bobagem, eu faço bobagem, eu dou vexame,&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço, eu sigo, eu faço cenas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Ciúme, ciúme, eu me mordo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Porque se eu não extravazar de alguma forma - nem que seja confessando isso por aqui -, é bem capaz que eu faça bobeira mesmo...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-956256746236188672?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/956256746236188672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=956256746236188672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/956256746236188672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/956256746236188672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-me-mordo.html' title='Só pra extravazar...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-7904400114127324442</id><published>2009-04-26T23:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:31:26.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SfUYzQH1TOI/AAAAAAAAACc/CK-fsQq7AwA/s1600-h/Bar+da+Villa+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SfUYzQH1TOI/AAAAAAAAACc/CK-fsQq7AwA/s320/Bar+da+Villa+02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329193002843065570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Até parece que você já tinha&lt;br /&gt;O meu manual de instruções&lt;br /&gt;Porque você decifra os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe o que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;E porque quando você me abraça&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira devagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo é só meu&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém registra a cena&lt;br /&gt;De repente vira um filme&lt;br /&gt;Todo em câmera lenta&lt;br /&gt;E eu acho que eu gosto mesmo de você&lt;br /&gt;Bem do jeito que você é..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-7904400114127324442?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/7904400114127324442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=7904400114127324442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/7904400114127324442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/7904400114127324442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SfUYzQH1TOI/AAAAAAAAACc/CK-fsQq7AwA/s72-c/Bar+da+Villa+02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-4686298456245846775</id><published>2009-04-12T21:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:32:16.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SeKJLMqBTXI/AAAAAAAAACU/ehjIYmN0T1E/s1600-h/Ele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SeKJLMqBTXI/AAAAAAAAACU/ehjIYmN0T1E/s320/Ele.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323968534974385522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder guardar numa caixa a alegria que meu coração sentiu ontem, quando finalmente pude sentir o gosto dos seus beijos, o calor dos seus abraços, o cheiro da sua pele, o seu olhar no meu... Porque eu tenho tanto medo de não sentir mais tudo isso de novo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-4686298456245846775?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/4686298456245846775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=4686298456245846775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/4686298456245846775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/4686298456245846775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/04/tenho-medo.html' title='Tenho medo...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SeKJLMqBTXI/AAAAAAAAACU/ehjIYmN0T1E/s72-c/Ele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-5807746914857412429</id><published>2009-04-05T01:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:16:09.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero te roubar pra mim...</title><content type='html'>"Eu quero te roubar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não sei pedir nada&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho é meio perdido&lt;br /&gt;Mas que perder seja o melhor destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não vou mais mudar&lt;br /&gt;Minha procura por si só&lt;br /&gt;Já era o que eu queria achar&lt;br /&gt;Quando você chama meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Eu que também não sei aonde estou&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim que tudo era saudade&lt;br /&gt;Agora seja lá o que for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Em qual rua a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Vai encostar na tua..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SdgwcrWn4gI/AAAAAAAAACM/5tuq3FPfnkc/s1600-h/N%C3%B3s....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SdgwcrWn4gI/AAAAAAAAACM/5tuq3FPfnkc/s320/N%C3%B3s....JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321056228970324482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-5807746914857412429?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/5807746914857412429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=5807746914857412429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/5807746914857412429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/5807746914857412429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-quero-te-roubar-pra-mim.html' title='Eu quero te roubar pra mim...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SdgwcrWn4gI/AAAAAAAAACM/5tuq3FPfnkc/s72-c/N%C3%B3s....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-6960106707670954349</id><published>2009-03-29T21:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:33:37.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SdAMGgdFYlI/AAAAAAAAACE/DDGYzG4bASM/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SdAMGgdFYlI/AAAAAAAAACE/DDGYzG4bASM/s320/02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318764465855226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't take my eyes of you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind of you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-6960106707670954349?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/6960106707670954349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=6960106707670954349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/6960106707670954349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/6960106707670954349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-take-my-eyes-of-you-i-cant-take.html' title='...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SdAMGgdFYlI/AAAAAAAAACE/DDGYzG4bASM/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-6447210047046996250</id><published>2009-03-15T20:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:58:04.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valeu a pena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/Sb2VnzWGJYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fita4oPjG4I/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/Sb2VnzWGJYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fita4oPjG4I/s320/x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313567646397375874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se meus joelhos&lt;br /&gt;Não doessem mais&lt;br /&gt;Diante de um bom motivo&lt;br /&gt;Que me traga fé&lt;br /&gt;Que me traga fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por alguns segundos&lt;br /&gt;Eu observar&lt;br /&gt;E só observar&lt;br /&gt;A isca e o anzol&lt;br /&gt;A isca e o anzol&lt;br /&gt;A isca e o anzol&lt;br /&gt;A isca e o anzol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim estarei&lt;br /&gt;Pronto pra comemorar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me tornar&lt;br /&gt;Menos faminto&lt;br /&gt;E curioso&lt;br /&gt;Curioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar escuro&lt;br /&gt;Trará o medo&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Com os corais&lt;br /&gt;Mais coloridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena&lt;br /&gt;Êh! Êh!&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena&lt;br /&gt;Êh! Êh!&lt;br /&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-6447210047046996250?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/6447210047046996250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=6447210047046996250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/6447210047046996250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/6447210047046996250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/03/valeu-pena.html' title='Valeu a pena...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/Sb2VnzWGJYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fita4oPjG4I/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-621343728190697557</id><published>2009-02-01T01:55:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:20:42.541-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinta-feira!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://babado.ig.com.br/materias/159001-159500/159461/159461_1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Raquel leva Fred para o seu quarto e ele chora convulsivamente. Raquel pede perdão a Fred, que declara o seu amor. Ela o beija de leve, carinhosamente. Fred garante que morreria por Raquel, mas ela insiste que ele viva por ela e dá-lhe mais um suave beijo. O beijo entre Raquel e Fred fica mais intenso, mas ela o afasta. Fred pede que Raquel comemore o fato dele estar vivo. Eles se amam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babado.ig.com.br/materias/159001-159500/159461/159461_1.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-621343728190697557?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/621343728190697557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=621343728190697557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/621343728190697557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/621343728190697557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/02/quinta-feira.html' title='Quinta-feira!!!'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-6930526820158306657</id><published>2009-01-23T13:41:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:53:25.505-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SXnmi5XNfhI/AAAAAAAAABg/V9kdhSIV76g/s1600-h/0,9310,687006_4,00.GIF.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SXnmi5XNfhI/AAAAAAAAABg/V9kdhSIV76g/s320/0,9310,687006_4,00.GIF.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516324138843666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me imature, but I can't help sighing for these perfect love stories, just as I can't help dreaming of having one of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SXnmnGNabDI/AAAAAAAAABo/e_FdxPT8fhQ/s1600-h/1232328230072_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SXnmnGNabDI/AAAAAAAAABo/e_FdxPT8fhQ/s320/1232328230072_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516396306885682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-6930526820158306657?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/6930526820158306657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=6930526820158306657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/6930526820158306657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/6930526820158306657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/01/sighing.html' title='Sighing'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SXnmi5XNfhI/AAAAAAAAABg/V9kdhSIV76g/s72-c/0,9310,687006_4,00.GIF.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-3966351331977234027</id><published>2009-01-02T18:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:27:57.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa sorte...</title><content type='html'>"É só isso,&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito,&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, boa sorte.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer,&lt;br /&gt;São só palavras,&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto não mudará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar,&lt;br /&gt;É demais, é pesado,&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Irreais,&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas desleais..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-3966351331977234027?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/3966351331977234027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=3966351331977234027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/3966351331977234027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/3966351331977234027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2009/01/boa-sorte.html' title='Boa sorte...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-8278548071174931994</id><published>2008-11-17T13:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:07:46.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SSGQ8RnVsaI/AAAAAAAAABM/AzOJqTDGbdg/s1600-h/England_London_LondonEye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SSGQ8RnVsaI/AAAAAAAAABM/AzOJqTDGbdg/s320/England_London_LondonEye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269652404195144098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já sabe&lt;br /&gt;Me conhece muito bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou capaz de ir&lt;br /&gt;Vou muito mais além&lt;br /&gt;Do que você imagina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não desisto&lt;br /&gt;Assim tão fácil meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero fazer&lt;br /&gt;E ainda não fiz&lt;br /&gt;Na vida tudo tem seu preço&lt;br /&gt;Seu valor&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu quero dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;É ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu não abro mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem por você&lt;br /&gt;Nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu me desfaço&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus planos&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber bem mais&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus 20&lt;br /&gt;E poucos anos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-8278548071174931994?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/8278548071174931994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=8278548071174931994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/8278548071174931994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/8278548071174931994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2008/11/nunca.html' title='Nunca!'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/SSGQ8RnVsaI/AAAAAAAAABM/AzOJqTDGbdg/s72-c/England_London_LondonEye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-3610533374858974543</id><published>2008-08-12T22:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:11:58.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já não dá mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDdQGDKt8T4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDdQGDKt8T4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar...&lt;br /&gt;É quando não dá mais pra disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda de valor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo faz lembrar você...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-3610533374858974543?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/3610533374858974543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=3610533374858974543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/3610533374858974543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/3610533374858974543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2008/08/j-no-d-mais.html' title='Já não dá mais...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-5300895567308731932</id><published>2008-07-29T08:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:34:39.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AB</title><content type='html'>I could lose my heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you don't turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the way I feel I might&lt;br /&gt;Lose control and let you stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I could take you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only wonder how&lt;br /&gt;Touching you would make me feel&lt;br /&gt;But if I take that chance right now&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will you want me still&lt;br /&gt;So I should keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;And never let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And I know it's not right&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I should try&lt;br /&gt;To do what I should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could fall in love&lt;br /&gt;fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-5300895567308731932?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/5300895567308731932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=5300895567308731932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the sadness kills us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;It may not last but I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bed that's warm with memories&lt;br /&gt;Can heal us temporarily&lt;br /&gt;But misbehaving only makes&lt;br /&gt;The ditch between us so damn deep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-164609665604173825?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/164609665604173825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=164609665604173825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/164609665604173825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/164609665604173825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2008/04/quase-l.html' title='Quase lá...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-191054506998530475</id><published>2008-04-07T08:14:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:11:56.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Altos e baixos</title><content type='html'>É... Este foi um final de semana de altos &lt;em&gt;bem altos&lt;/em&gt; e de baixos &lt;em&gt;bem baixos&lt;/em&gt;. De alegrias indescritíveis e inimagináveis, e de decepções gigantescas... &lt;br /&gt;E o mais irônico é que grande parte das coisas ruins que andaram acontecendo é resultado da minha própria falta de atitude, de um medo imaturo e que demonstra uma fraqueza que eu nunca pensei que eu fosse capaz de ter.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, pelo menos a parte boa do final de semana não foi minha responsabilidade. Até foi, mas não seria tão bom se não fosse em grande parte causada por uma pessoa tão, tão... Especial! Uma pessoa que eu nunca acreditei ser capaz nem de saber o meu nome, de saber da minha existência, e que ainda assim me fez sentir igualmente especial e querida. Não tenho palavras capazes de expressar a alegria de receber a atenção e o carinho de uma pessoa que você tanto admira! Alguém assim é tão raro de se encontrar, alguém que consegue manter a humildade e a simpatia sincera, mesmo estando em um meio onde existem tantas pessoas mesquinhas... Alguém assim merece tudo o que de melhor pode acontecer, e com o talento e o coração que ela tem, ela vai chegar cada vez mais e mais longe... E eu vou estar sempre ali, por perto (mesmo estando longe...), acompanhando e aplaudindo de pé cada merecido passo á frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/R_oF4MLkQbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QfX3gWTYuDA/s1600-h/Chaveiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/R_oF4MLkQbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QfX3gWTYuDA/s320/Chaveiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186464383771099570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-191054506998530475?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/191054506998530475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=191054506998530475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/191054506998530475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/191054506998530475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2008/04/altos-e-baixos.html' title='Altos e baixos'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/R_oF4MLkQbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QfX3gWTYuDA/s72-c/Chaveiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-1355228388003073060</id><published>2007-10-30T10:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:52:00.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E a resposta é...</title><content type='html'>Por quanto tempo será que uma pessoa consegue se sentir feliz mesmo não conseguindo ser ela mesma? Quanto tempo será que ela aguenta dar mais do que receber em troca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que eu descobrir, eu volto aqui e respondo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-1355228388003073060?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/1355228388003073060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=1355228388003073060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/1355228388003073060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/1355228388003073060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-resposta.html' title='E a resposta é...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-94210125916372446</id><published>2007-07-04T09:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:25:17.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade, enfim.</title><content type='html'>Eu passei a maior parte da minha vida escrevendo poesias, escutando músicas e vendo filmes que só me faziam lembrar da minha solidão e da minha falta de sorte no amor. Frases sobre dor-de-cotovelo, amores não-correspondidos e sonhos impossíveis eram coisas constantes no meu dia-a-dia. Tão constantes que, hoje em dia, acabo até estranhando um pouco o fato de eu não precisar mais delas...&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente feliz - e nunca acreditei que ia conseguir dizer isso algum dia! Tenho do meu lado a pessoa que eu amo, e sei que ela também me ama. Sei disso, porque sinto esse sentimento todos os dias, em cada ato, em cada gesto (até mesmo naquelas pequenas briguinhas... rs). E essa sensação de ter o coração completo, finalmente satisfeito, é tão boa que chega a ser surreal. &lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez em toda a minha vida, não tenho nada do que reclamar. Não há nada que eu queira mudar (bom, até tem, mas são coisas tão pequenas que chegam a ser insignificantes...), não há plano para o futuro que eu queira que seja diferente... Nunca vi meu futuro com linhas tão concretas como vejo hoje. Nunca olhei pra alguém e quis ter uma casa, filhos... Construir uma vida inteira com ela. E hoje, é tudo que eu mais quero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/RouelKnLm9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X7rQBZKo38Q/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/RouelKnLm9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X7rQBZKo38Q/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083330965758778322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-94210125916372446?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/94210125916372446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=94210125916372446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/94210125916372446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/94210125916372446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2007/07/felicidade-enfim.html' title='A felicidade, enfim.'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/RouelKnLm9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X7rQBZKo38Q/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-5154880219168388001</id><published>2007-02-27T09:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:34:31.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked. Very wicked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tT8JJXoVNRs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tT8JJXoVNRs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que aconteceu mudou e nem nunca vai mudar o fato de que essa música é minha. Minha, só minha... Música que até hoje me causa arrepios indescritíveis. Música que me transporta para anos atrás e me faz lembrar com exatidão de cada batida que meu coração deu... Que me traz novamente na boca aquele gosto da felicidade extrema. É como se eu estivesse dentro deste vídeo, vivendo e sentindo cada palavra que ele canta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, já faz muito tempo de que tudo faz apenas parte do passado, mas nada consegue tirar isso de mim. Eu vivi um conto de fadas... Quantas pessoas podem olhar pra trás em suas vidas e dizer isso com toda a certeza? Eu vivi uma história maravilhosa, mágica, digna de roteiro de filme mesmo. Tão maravilhosa que nem parecia ser real... E talvez nunca tenha sido. Mas pra mim foi; cada suspiro, cada beijo, cada plano, cada sonho... E é isso que faz tudo ter valido (muito) a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, eu me reservo o direito de continuar suspirando, pra sempre... Não pelo sentimento em si, mas pela lembrança e importância dele em minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-5154880219168388001?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/5154880219168388001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=5154880219168388001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/5154880219168388001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/5154880219168388001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2007/02/wicked-very-wicked-game.html' title='Wicked. Very wicked...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-4609956439814756752</id><published>2007-02-12T10:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:42:24.428-02:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/RdBgsU67PaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b8pXa-lRMWE/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030627098419215778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/RdBgsU67PaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b8pXa-lRMWE/s320/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always felt so right, even when everybody said it was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-4609956439814756752?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/4609956439814756752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=4609956439814756752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/4609956439814756752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/4609956439814756752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fyZ4deWMrNQ/RdBgsU67PaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b8pXa-lRMWE/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-116274263836389547</id><published>2006-11-05T14:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:03:58.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>I look at you and see&lt;br /&gt;Someone I don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking me too long to realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone&lt;br /&gt;All the times that you told me lies&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it happend so many times&lt;br /&gt;And it's time that I realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you now&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want and I knew all along&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let go but I'm not gonna stay anymore&lt;br /&gt;So I'm leaving baby&lt;br /&gt;I can not forget all the pain that I've had&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;How you're making me mad&lt;br /&gt;And you've made me feel bad all alone&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting you play with my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I moving with my life&lt;br /&gt;This time, I leaving you behind&lt;br /&gt;All the times that you told me lies&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it happend so many times&lt;br /&gt;And it's time that&lt;br /&gt;I realize I´m better off alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-116274263836389547?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/116274263836389547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=116274263836389547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/116274263836389547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/116274263836389547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/11/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-115886196978457622</id><published>2006-09-21T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:08:42.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas mentiras</title><content type='html'>Quer que eu minta? Eu minto.&lt;br /&gt;Te esqueci, nunca mais pensei em você durante esses anos todos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de você, amei várias vezes, e fui feliz na maioria delas.&lt;br /&gt;Me senti amada, admirada, valorizada... Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Superei todas as sensações e sentimentos que tive com e por você.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha memória, apenas as nossas lembranças boas ficaram; não sobrou nenhum ressentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma mágoa, nenhuma ferida não cicatrizada.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, podemos ser amigos, você pode voltar a fazer parte da minha vida como se nada tivesse acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;Eu consigo lidar com isso, afinal, nossa história juntos acabou faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico feliz por você estar feliz, e mais feliz ainda por eu estar sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seria perfeito, se não fosse apenas por um detalhe: é tudo mentira...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-115886196978457622?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/115886196978457622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=115886196978457622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/115886196978457622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/115886196978457622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/09/pequenas-mentiras.html' title='Pequenas mentiras'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-115627779672720398</id><published>2006-08-22T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:16:36.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém...</title><content type='html'>Eu sou apenas alguém&lt;br /&gt;Ou até mesmo ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Talvez alguém invisível&lt;br /&gt;Que a admira a distância&lt;br /&gt;Sem a menor esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia tornar-me visível&lt;br /&gt;E você?&lt;br /&gt;Você é o motivo&lt;br /&gt;Do meu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;E a minha angústia&lt;br /&gt;Ao anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Você é o brinquedo caro&lt;br /&gt;E eu a criança pobre&lt;br /&gt;A menina solitária que quer ter o que não pode&lt;br /&gt;Dona de um amor sublime&lt;br /&gt;Mas culpado por querê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Como quem a olha na vitrine&lt;br /&gt;Mas jamais poderá tê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei de todas as suas tristezas&lt;br /&gt;E alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Mas você nada sabes&lt;br /&gt;Nem da minha fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Nem da minha covardia&lt;br /&gt;Nem sequer que eu existo&lt;br /&gt;E como um filme banal&lt;br /&gt;Entre a figurante e o ator principal&lt;br /&gt;Meu papel era irrelevante&lt;br /&gt;Para contracenar&lt;br /&gt;No final&lt;br /&gt;No final&lt;br /&gt;No final...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-115627779672720398?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/115627779672720398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=115627779672720398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/115627779672720398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/115627779672720398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/08/algum.html' title='Alguém...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-115279139862984778</id><published>2006-07-13T08:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:01:24.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't...</title><content type='html'>I can't take my eyes of you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind of you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my heart of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-115279139862984778?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/115279139862984778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=115279139862984778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/115279139862984778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/115279139862984778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant.html' title='I can&apos;t...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-114856669601508373</id><published>2006-05-25T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:19:19.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Áureos tempos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1780/2276/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1780/2276/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... de cabelo-loiro-enrolado, de infância.&lt;br /&gt;De piscina até as 7 da noite, de esconde-esconde, Barbie, patins e bicicleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei essa foto recentemente, e me assustei quando percebi que o tempo passou mais depressa do que eu imaginava...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-114856669601508373?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/114856669601508373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=114856669601508373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114856669601508373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114856669601508373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/05/ureos-tempos.html' title='Áureos tempos...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-114668005396377041</id><published>2006-05-03T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:14:13.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se</title><content type='html'>Procura-se um homem, na faixa dos 25 aos 35 anos, para compromisso sério.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bonito, engraçado, inteligente e bem-resolvido. Que não seja inseguro nem ciumento, e que não me cobre ser algo que eu não sou.&lt;br /&gt;Que saiba respeitar meu espaço, e me entenda quando eu quiser passar um dia sozinha no meu canto, estudando para uma prova lascada, ou então pensando na vida. Que não me encha o saco quando eu quiser sair só com meus amigos ou com a minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha gostos parecidos com os meus, e que se disponibilize a ouvir horas a fio de Elvis Presley sem perder o sorriso no rosto. Que queira me acompanhar nas festas rockabilly,e que saiba dançar maravilhosamente bem, pra que juntos façamos uma dupla melhor do que Fred Astaire e Ginger Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;Que goste da minha família, dos meus amigos e do meu gato. Que não brigue por qualquer besteira, e tenha sempre bom humor acima de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Enquanto eu não encontrar alguém que se encaixe em pelo menos 90% dos requisitos acima, pretendo continuar solteira. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-114668005396377041?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/114668005396377041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=114668005396377041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114668005396377041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114668005396377041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/05/procura-se.html' title='Procura-se'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-114496963126978224</id><published>2006-04-13T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:07:11.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1780/2276/1600/Greenwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1780/2276/320/Greenwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (...)&lt;br /&gt;"I would give it all, I would sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's not worth fighting for,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, there's nothing I want more,&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-114496963126978224?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/114496963126978224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=114496963126978224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114496963126978224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114496963126978224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/04/every-little-thing.html' title='Every little thing'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-114371985634993011</id><published>2006-03-30T08:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:13:10.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela foto...</title><content type='html'>Estou indo mal na faculdade... Não consigo mais me concentrar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo mal no trabalho... Não aguento mais conviver com uma pessoa tão mesquinha, desumana e fútil como meu chefe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas coisas na minha cabeça, com tanta coisa acontecendo... Porque será que eu só consigo pensar naquela foto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1780/2276/320/ele.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-114371985634993011?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/114371985634993011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=114371985634993011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114371985634993011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114371985634993011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/03/aquela-foto.html' title='Aquela foto...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-114088019547066264</id><published>2006-02-25T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:15:04.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte, ou apenas destino?</title><content type='html'>Sempre acreditei que as coisas que acontecem na nossa vida são méritos dos nossos esforços. Se você lutar muito por uma coisa, você a terá. Se não conseguiu realizá-la, é porque não se esforçou o suficiente para conseguí-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, como virginiana chata que sou, sou extremamente detalhista e esforçada. Quando quero alguma coisa, EU QUERO. Faço o que estiver ao meu alcançe para realizar meus objetivos, menos mentir, roubar e matar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ultimamente, aprendi a dividir este fardo com Deus. Isso não quer dizer que resolvi sentar e esperar as coisas caírem no meu colo, não. Apenas a minha fé fez com que eu entregasse nas mãos Dele o meu destino... Ninguém mais do que Ele deseja o melhor pra mim, seja o que for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitos planos, pro presente e pro futuro... Sou uma pessoa movida à desafio, à paixão. Quanto mais difícil algo se torna, mais eu quero conquistá-lo. A dificuldade tem efeito reverso, acaba me motivando mais ainda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confio na minha perseverança, mas confesso que tenho medo. E se as coisas que eu mais quero pra minha vida não são aquelas que o destino me reserva? E se elas não forem o melhor pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;Até que ponto as coisas que acontecem na nossa vida são resultado de nós mesmos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-114088019547066264?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/114088019547066264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=114088019547066264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114088019547066264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114088019547066264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorte-ou-apenas-destino.html' title='Sorte, ou apenas destino?'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-114052645756003895</id><published>2006-02-21T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:53:31.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>But I still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I have run, I have crawled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have scaled these city walls, these city walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-114052645756003895?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/114052645756003895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=114052645756003895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114052645756003895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/114052645756003895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/02/but-i-still.html' title='But I still...'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-113999980515177873</id><published>2006-02-15T08:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:45:06.726-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The KING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1780/2276/1600/elll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1780/2276/320/elll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu não acredito em vidas passadas e todas essas baboseiras... Mas se não for por isso, como eu posso explicar esse meu fascínio pelos anos 50? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só posso ter nascido nessa época, não é possível... As músicas, as roupas, os filmes, o comportamento das pessoas... Uma vida em preto-e-branco que aparenta ser tão mais simples e mais alegre!&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que, mesmo tendo nascido décadas depois, acho que daria um dedo do meu pé pra poder voltar no tempo e poder ir num show desse digníssimo senhor aí em cima. Nossa, eu nem ia ser mais uma daquelas moças de saia de bolinha, se enguelando ao ver ele rebolar a pélvis... hehe&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não vivo com a cabeça no passado. Até gosto de algumas coisas atuais, mas ainda sou da opinião de que "antigamente, tudo era bem melhor"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-113999980515177873?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/113999980515177873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=113999980515177873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/113999980515177873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/113999980515177873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/02/king.html' title='The KING'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22386228.post-113983528087581582</id><published>2006-02-13T10:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T12:10:46.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Começando... (de novo)</title><content type='html'>Na verdade, eu nem sei porque fui criar um segundo blog - sendo que mal uso o meu primeiro - , mas... Acho que deve ser a minha vontade incontrolável de falar mais do que a boca, até mesmo quando o melhor a fazer é ficar quieta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mais escondido que esse blog, impossível... Então acho que vou tirar os sapatos e ficar à vontade pra ser eu mesma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22386228-113983528087581582?l=camilladuarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/feeds/113983528087581582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22386228&amp;postID=113983528087581582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/113983528087581582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22386228/posts/default/113983528087581582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilladuarte.blogspot.com/2006/02/comeando-de-novo.html' title='Começando... (de novo)'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281008305049736959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/51/5/74/camillakiedis/1139480541_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
