<?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-8894874343516163484</id><updated>2012-02-04T22:41:11.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's personal, myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'>algumas coisinhas que eu crio.. ^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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surpreendem.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes depositamos expectativas demais em certas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;mas descobrimos um pouco tarde que são as pessoas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;As verdadeiras merecedoras de nossa confiança são aquelas que se importam conosco,&lt;br /&gt;que estão sempre presentes e nos fazem bem.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos aprender, enquanto é tempo, a dar valor às pessoas certas.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é questão de observar certas atitudes e gestos,&lt;br /&gt;certas palavras e momentos,&lt;br /&gt;pois são nas pequenas coisas que percebemos que certas pessoas tem grande valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Monique Carvalho&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/8894874343516163484-1587654705583247222?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-5125640508197626931</id><published>2009-05-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:05:38.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como eu quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o mundo girasse de acordo com as nossas ordens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez o mandássemos girar em torno de nós mesmos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a chuva se movimentasse de acordo com as nossas ordens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez a mandássemos passar por nós sem nos molhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se as lágrimas saíssem de acordo com as nossas ordens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez a mandássemos cair sempre dos olhos do outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tudo fosse de acordo com a nossa vontade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seria tudo tão sem graça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não teriamos planos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois tudo seria fácil demais,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca esprimentaríamos um banho de chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;refrescando a alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem nunca variaríamos nossos sentimentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois escolheríamos estampar um sorriso 24 horas no rosto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tendo tudo e todos na hora que bem entendessemos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto ao nosso redor tudo seria tão diferente de nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-5125640508197626931?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-8494399096178833592</id><published>2009-03-03T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:57:23.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ser feliz é tão bom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahsuhaushaushaushaushaushau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naum tenho coisas sérias pra escrever,&lt;br /&gt;soh estou aki por estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falta do q fazer, mas sem reclamações xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-8494399096178833592?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/8494399096178833592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=8494399096178833592' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/8494399096178833592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/8494399096178833592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2009/03/ser-feliz-e-tao-bom-ahsuhaushaushaushau.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-987153262268475878</id><published>2008-12-20T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:53:47.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revesamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu consegui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiz tudo o que eu queria,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me deixei levar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui para onde o destino me guiou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arrisquei os primeiros passos de uma vida nova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num cenário novo com pessoas novas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me adaptei taum perfeitamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nem queria sair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era tudo o que eu queria,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo o que eu precisava,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas agora estou em casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aqui é bom também.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climas diferentes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo o que uma pessoa precisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total liberdade em contraste com a tranquilidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que mais eu posso querer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu revesamento particular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daqui a pouco já devo voltar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é assim que eu gosto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muda nada naum... assim tah taum bom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-987153262268475878?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/987153262268475878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=987153262268475878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/987153262268475878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/987153262268475878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/12/revesamento.html' title='Revesamento'/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-3751284650895014851</id><published>2008-11-19T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:54:10.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para ela o amor é patético. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não sabe onde está todo aquele encanto predito em livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não vê graça em se sentir segura nos braços do outro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de andar de mãos dadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de falar como uma criança retardada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;um eu te amo todo melado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não quer sentir nada disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acha nojento o quanto homens conseguem ser falsos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;figem tão espontâneamente que dariam a vida por uma garota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas elas não sabem que é, literalmente, por qualquer garota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não existe nenhuma especial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;só existe aquela que cairá no encanto das suas doces palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e à este sentimento tolo dará o nome de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ela vê velhos nojentos jogando, o que eles acham que é charme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;para garotinhas mais novas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pobres garotas que se derretem por qualquer elogio de bêbado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ela foge do amor como o diabo da cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ela sabe que pobres almas amantes sofrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E ela não quer isso, definitivamente não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Entre sofrer por um, que ama todas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e sofrer por um que não a ama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ela prefere não sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E o segredo para isso é, simplesmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Monique Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-3751284650895014851?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/3751284650895014851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=3751284650895014851' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/3751284650895014851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/3751284650895014851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/11/desiluso.html' title='Desilusão'/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-3254752605881325073</id><published>2008-11-14T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:49:59.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca é tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei viver a vida do meu jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já aprendi a ser feliz sem me igualar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se está com a corda no pescoço, eu respeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já que a vida não te ensinou a andar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi em vão muita coisa que eu fiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas aprendi que se menor, mais tem valor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri que a gente tenta ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas procurando um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca é tarde para achar o caminho certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é fácil encontrar água no deserto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossível é uma palavra muito forte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nunca é só uma questão de sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se pode tentar um novo começo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já que o tempo não pára se eu mandar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o foco da sua vida ainda tem jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nunca é muito tarde pra mudar&lt;br /&gt;As folhas sempre caem ao seu lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nem sequer sabia que era outono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quer viver a vida sossegado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não percebe que isso é quase abandono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca é tarde para achar o caminho certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é fácil encontrar água no deserto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossível é uma palavra muito forte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nunca é só uma questão de sorte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monique Carvalho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tava de bobeira e fiz uma musiquinha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bruu.. rítmo eh contigo xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-3254752605881325073?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/3254752605881325073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=3254752605881325073' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/3254752605881325073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/3254752605881325073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/11/nunca-tarde.html' title='Nunca é tarde'/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-5415929844331332107</id><published>2008-11-13T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:17:14.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os males do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se toda lágrima se transformasse em sorrisso sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se todos pudessem ter quem amassem mais perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se para cada alma gêmea houvesse um céu estrelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se para cada lua houvesse alguém ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se arrependimento não fosse necessário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se sofrimento não fizesse parte do vocábulario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se papai noel existisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se acreditássemos em crendice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se fôssemos capazes de esquecer facilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se conseguissemos nos abrir pra mais gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se as palavras não fossem ditas em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se o amor sempre segurasse sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se as crianças aprendessem a compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se os jovens soubessem o significado de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se o respeito já viesse implantado em cada um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se o lado desumano não fosse tão comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se o mundo fosse moldado denovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seria muito melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas perderia a graça.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Monique Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-5415929844331332107?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/5415929844331332107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=5415929844331332107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/5415929844331332107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/5415929844331332107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/11/os-males-do-mundo.html' title='Os males do mundo'/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-4133668265247144025</id><published>2008-11-13T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:13:24.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantas coisas em que eu deixei de acreditar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantos momentos que minha memória se recusa a lembrar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantas risadas das quais eu vagamente me recordo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantas pessoas que eu queria que estivessem para sempre comigo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantas versões para uma mesma história,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantos verões para uma mesma memória,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantos relógios espalhados pela vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há tantas fotos guardadas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por que lembranças dificilmente são lembradas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por que mentes confusas são as melhores desculpas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por que momentos são tão voláteis?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por que mudamos com uma frequencia assustadoramente comum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por que conscientemente cometemos os mesmos erros várias vezes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por que sempre queremos enxergar longe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mentes são tão diferentes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só nos resta tentar compreender.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monique Carvalho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-4133668265247144025?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/4133668265247144025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=4133668265247144025' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/4133668265247144025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/4133668265247144025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/11/mentes.html' title='Mentes'/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-6443604572181443050</id><published>2008-11-13T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:18:23.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menina Má</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pareço bem convincente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao tentar fazer seu jogo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o que você ainda não percebeu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é que é você quem participa do meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;às vezes insensível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;às vezes suscetível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta é a minha estratégia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu não quero me envolver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só quero te ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra não me ver numa tragédia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não pense que sou má &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tá tudo tão perfeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não forço a barra, não aumento o preço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não sou tão boazinha quanto pareço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu sei como você é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei o que você faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu faço as regras, vai ser do meu jeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é que eu não sou tão boazinha quanto pareço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monique Carvalho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Bruna me pediu uma letra de música &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;algo sobre menina má&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e rascunhei isso aí.. xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-6443604572181443050?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/6443604572181443050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=6443604572181443050' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/6443604572181443050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/6443604572181443050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/11/menina-m.html' title='Menina Má'/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894874343516163484.post-5360241298192151029</id><published>2008-08-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:55:24.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até um dia</title><content type='html'>Decidi brincar um pouco dessa vez. Eu sei que não vou ter muito tempo pra isso, mas queria ver como era. Às vezes, expor umas idéias é bom, faz bem pra alma.&lt;br /&gt;   Quem sabe um dia eu não coloque aqui alguma coisa útil? Ou inútil também, como isso que eu estou escrevendo agora.&lt;br /&gt;   Bem, não faz muito sentido criar um blog por criar. Eu criei.&lt;br /&gt;   Pode-se dizer que não passa de uma loucura momentânea, assim como quando eu resolvi criar um flog que praticamente não tem fotos.&lt;br /&gt;   Eu sei, eu sei. Eu sou assim. Fazer o quê?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894874343516163484-5360241298192151029?l=nikicarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/feeds/5360241298192151029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894874343516163484&amp;postID=5360241298192151029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/5360241298192151029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894874343516163484/posts/default/5360241298192151029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikicarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-um-dia.html' title='Até um dia'/><author><name>Monique Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01117878175044642171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGF9t9VZRA/Ty4jVtMOrgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dAW9t-DTiss/s220/Monique%2B-%2B47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
