<?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-591246202539489174</id><updated>2012-01-07T05:03:46.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priscila Maria e seu Caro Diário</title><subtitle type='html'>A delícia de viver...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2021407896876891771</id><published>2011-12-31T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:24:09.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcelo Jeneci - Amado</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2021407896876891771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2021407896876891771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2021407896876891771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2021407896876891771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2011/12/marcelo-jeneci-amado.html' title='Marcelo Jeneci - Amado'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i9lxjHhAqOY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-201571251616849201</id><published>2011-12-21T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:33:18.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>música e seus efeitos</title><summary type='text'>Música é o ar que respiro.
O que faz eu gostar de uma música é a
 sonoridade, a melodia. A batida certa em algum ponto que toca o desejo,
 a lembrança, o esperado.
Música para a felicidade, para a 
tristeza, para o reencontro, para a noite de amor, para um passeio, para
 o jantar, para trabalhar, para tomar banho, para ler (sim, leio com 
música, já faço a trilha musical). Música para correr, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/201571251616849201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=201571251616849201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/201571251616849201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/201571251616849201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-e-seus-efeitos.html' title='música e seus efeitos'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-qzwsDd5I/TvG1zyosrBI/AAAAAAAAHUc/uDUqJiUG9So/s72-c/teclado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2965526202672377509</id><published>2011-12-19T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:03:12.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



Não preciso dizer nada, meus olhos falam por mim. 

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Te ver,
me faz feliz! 
Simples assim.


Pri Maria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3233200655286576285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=3233200655286576285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3233200655286576285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3233200655286576285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2011/09/te-ver-me-faz-feliz-simples-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJryred9Cm8/ToTncHItErI/AAAAAAAAHTw/-nhImQyPJJI/s72-c/suricatas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7902686202040179161</id><published>2011-07-01T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:26:49.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Submarines - You, Me, and the Bourgeoisie [Official Music Video]</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7902686202040179161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7902686202040179161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7902686202040179161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7902686202040179161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2011/07/submarines-you-me-and-bourgeoisie.html' title='The Submarines - You, Me, and the Bourgeoisie [Official Music Video]'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bYvt0boSRXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-3535822028757038395</id><published>2011-06-01T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:57:54.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA</title><summary type='text'>diga o que sente,
faça o que der vontade,
não tenha medo de viver.

se apaixone quantas vezes sentir necessidade,
não tenha medo de experimentar.

sorria, beije, converse,
não tenha medo de arriscar.
  
diga eu te amo,
não tenha medo de amar.

muitas vezes temos compatibilidade com quem menos esperamos,
não tenha medo de falar.

seja feliz!

não esqueça que bola de cristal não existe por isso, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3535822028757038395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=3535822028757038395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3535822028757038395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3535822028757038395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/diga-o-que-sente-faca-o-que-der-vontade.html' title='VIDA'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6205702856944394421</id><published>2011-05-30T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:42:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida me ensinou...</title><summary type='text'>A vida me ensinou...
 
A dizer adeus às pessoas que amo,
 
Sem tira-las do meu coração;
 
Sorrir às pessoas que não gostam de mim,
 
Para mostra-las que sou diferente do que elas pensam;
 
Fazer de conta que tudo está bem quando isso não é verdade,
 
Para que eu possa acreditar que tudo vai mudar;
 
Calar-me para ouvir;
 
Aprender com meus erros. Afinal eu posso ser sempre melhor.
 
A lutar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6205702856944394421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6205702856944394421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6205702856944394421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6205702856944394421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-me-ensinou.html' title='A vida me ensinou...'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-8633833441414314072</id><published>2011-04-29T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:46:03.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças - outras lembranças</title><summary type='text'>No momento exato
da minha solidão.
Onde nada tem uma real
maneira de existir,
Do lado escuro do meu ser, 
a necessidade crescente
de uma luz 
Para dilacerar o vazio
Que vivo.
Teus olhos, teu sorriso
Talvez a razão
do meu equilibrio existencial...
Viver...
Tenho alguém
Não tenho que quero...
Mas tenho um amanhã
Quem sabe
na imprevista
maneira de viver,
Você...


(RLS)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8633833441414314072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=8633833441414314072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8633833441414314072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8633833441414314072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/05/lembranas-outras-lembranas.html' title='Lembranças - outras lembranças'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7400699375643176792</id><published>2011-04-29T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:45:15.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um sorriso estampado no rosto,uma imagem.a felicidade...de poder ir além,além da imaginação.um sentimento único,uma emoção.então porque dizer não?meus pés,já sairam do chão.a levezaque sente meu corpo...a paz que sinto,em meu coração.tudo isso para agradecer...suas palavras,sua atenção.Priscila Maria
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7400699375643176792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7400699375643176792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7400699375643176792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7400699375643176792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/07/um-sorriso-estampado-no-rosto-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-3730731810697968698</id><published>2011-02-22T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:31:23.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na calada da noite</title><summary type='text'>

&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;Espero.
Sozinha, em busca de paz e tranquilidade,
busco o tempo em que minha mente pode vagar,
sem que eu precise parar.
Os pensamentos tomam conta da noite,
meu coração já não bate mais no mesmo compasso,
a ansiedade que, por mais que eu tente afastá-la,
deixa minhas mãos inquietas.
Eu procuro mas não o encontro.
Na minha ilusão, tudo é muito real.
Eu continuo esperando.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3730731810697968698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=3730731810697968698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3730731810697968698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3730731810697968698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-calada-da-noite.html' title='Na calada da noite'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3e5Sju16jIM/R1Q6u94dxwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Zy2RQ_nPnho/s72-Rc/noite.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-9213896951767786334</id><published>2010-09-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:55:19.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo... ah! o tempo...</title><summary type='text'>O tempo é um amigo em determinadas situações. Ele ajuda a determinar a necessidade, a vontade, o desejo, o impulso. Depois de algum tempo, as coisas podem mudar.
Existe mesmo a necessidade? Eu, digo que sim; o tempo pode me mostrar que não. O interessante é que o tempo, muitas vezes, consegue ser mais rápido que meus pensamentos, meus sentimentos e quando ele me diz não, eu simplemente não quero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/9213896951767786334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=9213896951767786334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/9213896951767786334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/9213896951767786334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-tempo-ah-o-tempo.html' title='O tempo... ah! o tempo...'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7228120254375987769</id><published>2010-09-19T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T06:10:32.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prêmio Abril de Publicidade 2010</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7228120254375987769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7228120254375987769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7228120254375987769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7228120254375987769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/premio-abril-de-publicidade-2010.html' title='Prêmio Abril de Publicidade 2010'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-3062144072829221879</id><published>2010-08-01T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:15:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nova sensação</title><summary type='text'>Foi uma das melhores sensações quando te vi
Eu estava fora de mim, flutuando
Apesar de muitas pessoas ao redor
Pra mim só existia nós dois
Estava hipnotizada e por mais que eu tentasse desviar,
nossos olhares se encontravam
E foi aí que minha armadura caiu
O peso já era grande, eu não conseguia mais segurar
Eu fiquei feliz, muito feliz apesar de não conseguir encarar
Falta naturalidade para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3062144072829221879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=3062144072829221879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3062144072829221879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3062144072829221879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/foi-uma-das-melhores-sensacoes-quando.html' title='Uma nova sensação'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/SiQS5AOO3YI/AAAAAAAAHFg/wg71KDKkurw/s72-c/30_MHG_rio_fest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-1137738915859730312</id><published>2010-07-27T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:54:28.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo que te quero beijo</title><summary type='text'>Beijo que acalma,
que apaga qualquer mágoa,
que enche os olhos de lágrimas,
que faz tum tum tum no coração,
que tira os pés do chão.

Beijo que alegra,
que me faz sonhar,
que aquece a alma,
que me faz acordar.

Beijo molhado,
que me tira o fôlego,
que me abraça,
que me envolve,
que me faz deitar.

Um beijo... eu quero beijar.

Priscila Maria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1137738915859730312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=1137738915859730312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1137738915859730312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1137738915859730312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/07/beijo-que-te-quero-beijo.html' title='Beijo que te quero beijo'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-784606949107684392</id><published>2010-07-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:01:03.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Fingers - Coeur de loup</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/784606949107684392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=784606949107684392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/784606949107684392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/784606949107684392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-fingers-coeur-de-loup.html' title='The Lost Fingers - Coeur de loup'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7277842255354622318</id><published>2010-07-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:06:05.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Libertines - Can't Stand Me Now</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7277842255354622318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7277842255354622318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7277842255354622318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7277842255354622318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/07/libertines-cant-stand-me-now.html' title='The Libertines - Can&apos;t Stand Me Now'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2220537107839837827</id><published>2010-07-09T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:29:35.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E se mais esta noite fria me faz pensar e repensar em meus atos, sentimentos, pensamentos e virtudes, aqui estou para tentar decodificar algo que está criptografado em meu subconsciente.
Sou capaz de esperar horas, dias, meses por algo que não devo esperar.
Esqueço que na vida, nesta que vivo paralelamente, não cabe a razão de uma existência, somente o sonho não realizado e se esse houver algum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2220537107839837827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2220537107839837827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2220537107839837827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2220537107839837827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/07/e-se-mais-esta-noite-fria-me-faz-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-421902839834959889</id><published>2010-07-09T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:59:11.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>           O Medo                                                                                                                  &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                    
Adorava a época quando tudo era fonte de inspiração. Quando eu sentia tesão por pequenas coisas, quando alimentava minha imaginação.Vagava por lugares desconhecidos mas com vontade  imensa de conhecer o caminho. Sonhava com o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/421902839834959889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=421902839834959889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/421902839834959889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/421902839834959889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-medo-adorava-epoca-quando-tudo-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-177654270629948852</id><published>2010-07-09T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:07:29.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar e nada mais? Ou tudo?</title><summary type='text'>Seus olhos eu pude sentir
eles devoraram os meus
mesmo eu tentando impedir.
Seus olhos não deixaram eu desviar
o meu olhar que me entragava,
que denunciava o que o meu coração sentia.
Eu nunca havia reparado em seus olhos
eles estavam escondidos
não sei se por medo ou insegurança,
só sei que pude sentir o que eles
talvez nem quisessem transmitir.
Eu vi a sua alma.
Eu sinti o que você estava </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/177654270629948852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=177654270629948852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/177654270629948852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/177654270629948852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-olhar-e-nada-mais-ou-tudo.html' title='Um olhar e nada mais? Ou tudo?'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6004406293642620575</id><published>2010-07-05T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:11:13.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrume um Amante</title><summary type='text'>Consultório Psicologico!!

Geralmente as pessoas que vêm ao meu consultório para me contar que estão tristes ou que apresentam sintomas típicos de insônia, apatia, pessimismo, crises de choro ou as mais diversas dores. Elas me contam que suas vidas transcorrem de forma monótona e sem perspectivas, que trabalham apenas para sobreviver e que não sabem como ocupar seu tempo livre. Enfim, são várias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6004406293642620575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6004406293642620575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6004406293642620575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6004406293642620575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/07/arrume-um-amante.html' title='Arrume um Amante'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-355274260475384668</id><published>2010-06-27T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:29:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Boat  1974 Hues Corporation</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/355274260475384668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=355274260475384668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/355274260475384668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/355274260475384668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/rock-boat-1974-hues-corporation.html' title='Rock The Boat  1974 Hues Corporation'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-362980420173698566</id><published>2010-05-08T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:10:43.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got To Give It Up -Marvin Gaye</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/362980420173698566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=362980420173698566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/362980420173698566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/362980420173698566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-to-give-it-up-marvin-gaye.html' title='Got To Give It Up -Marvin Gaye'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-5230700340706775579</id><published>2010-05-08T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:04:25.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge - Your Song  HD</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5230700340706775579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=5230700340706775579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5230700340706775579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5230700340706775579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/05/moulin-rouge-your-song-hd.html' title='Moulin Rouge - Your Song  HD'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2298566702636709550</id><published>2010-04-02T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:27:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"vou vagar na noite
talvez quem sabe
possa ter o teu olhar
tua boca
teu ser..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2298566702636709550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2298566702636709550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2298566702636709550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2298566702636709550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/07/vou-vagar-na-noite-talvez-quem-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-8899793145670179197</id><published>2010-04-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:33:11.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"noites vão passar..."
luzes que vem e vão
a alegria está dentro
de você
em mim
em tudo
não preciso abrir a boca
teus olhos podem sentir
mais que um
simples flexo vocal
te amo!
(RLS)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8899793145670179197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=8899793145670179197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8899793145670179197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8899793145670179197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/07/noites-vo-passar.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-4154543452993764032</id><published>2010-04-02T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:58:37.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não foi um dia qualquer... (meados de 2008, acho...)</title><summary type='text'>e desde aquele dia me sinto assim, meio fora de mim.
eu caí, me machuquei, não esperava por isso.
tentei te explicar o quanto seria importante para mim,
mas você não quis me ouvir.
e eu achava que tudo era perfeito, mas vi o cristal se estraçalhar.
fiquei sem ação e realmente eu esperava compreenção.
estou magoada por ter tentado te explicar, palavras em vão.
se essa é a única maneira que eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4154543452993764032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=4154543452993764032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/4154543452993764032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/4154543452993764032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-foi-um-dia-qualquer-meados-de-2008.html' title='Não foi um dia qualquer... (meados de 2008, acho...)'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6714386504907850361</id><published>2010-04-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:41:57.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


O casal se beijando se﻿ apaga diante do sorriso e felicidade estampada no rosto do Edgard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6714386504907850361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6714386504907850361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6714386504907850361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6714386504907850361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-casal-se-beijando-se-apaga-diante-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-72036962690477815</id><published>2010-03-23T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:20:01.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/72036962690477815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=72036962690477815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/72036962690477815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/72036962690477815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-8987214854669498723</id><published>2010-02-06T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:05:39.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor...</title><summary type='text'>Te amo sem explicaçõesTe amo por saber que você pode me amarTe amo por fazer meu coração palpitarTe amo por existir e eu saber que não vou deixar de te amar.Priscila Maria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8987214854669498723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=8987214854669498723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8987214854669498723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8987214854669498723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-amor.html' title='O amor...'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2677242761676136485</id><published>2010-02-06T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:56:37.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beck</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2677242761676136485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2677242761676136485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2677242761676136485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2677242761676136485'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=5471395707179642281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5471395707179642281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5471395707179642281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/lua-cheia.html' title='Lua cheia'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/Su5GsFf9JqI/AAAAAAAAHKA/cutru9isieM/s72-c/image-upload-148-748466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-8714175327959836072</id><published>2009-09-08T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:00:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite em plena manhã</title><summary type='text'>Essa foto foi tirada um pouco antes de chover muito. Não dá para perceber que o céu estava escuro porque a câmera não ajudou mas os fárois dos carros estavam acessos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8714175327959836072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=8714175327959836072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8714175327959836072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8714175327959836072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Noite em plena manhã'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/SqZbo4DkHTI/AAAAAAAAHI4/U72aG5Movok/s72-c/image-upload-10-719038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6985170961833761907</id><published>2009-08-27T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:41:17.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show do Pequeno Cidadão - 30/08/2009 - Citibank Hall</title><summary type='text'> Para melhor visualização, favor clicar na foto. ;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6985170961833761907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6985170961833761907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6985170961833761907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6985170961833761907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/08/show-do-pequeno-cidadao-30082009.html' title='Show do Pequeno Cidadão - 30/08/2009 - Citibank Hall'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2190657420097771892</id><published>2009-08-21T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:36:40.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Arnaldo Antunes - 21/08/09 - Sesc Santo André</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2190657420097771892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2190657420097771892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2190657420097771892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2190657420097771892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_21.html' title='Show Arnaldo Antunes - 21/08/09 - Sesc Santo André'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/So8_x_NIx-I/AAAAAAAAHIw/Rf2nqXkEebE/s72-c/image-upload-29-759435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6366346629428467148</id><published>2009-08-12T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:07:31.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6366346629428467148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6366346629428467148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6366346629428467148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6366346629428467148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-5150385789421630275</id><published>2009-08-07T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:41:44.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respeito</title><summary type='text'>O que mais ouvi essa semana foi gente reclamando da lei antifumo. Quanta reclamação, quanta bobagem dita, quanta gente sem noção, quanta falta de respeito com o próximo.Meu, cigarro é fedido pra caralho, sei bem porque fumo e não gosto do cheiro. Não gosto da fumaça, sinto cheiro de cigarro de longe então penso: se eu que fumo essa merda e não suporto posso imaginar quem odeia e não fuma.Sou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5150385789421630275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=5150385789421630275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5150385789421630275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5150385789421630275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/08/respeito.html' title='Respeito'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7141995000107807845</id><published>2009-07-28T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:13:17.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7141995000107807845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7141995000107807845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7141995000107807845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7141995000107807845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2418838848014346874</id><published>2009-07-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:31:16.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavra do dia</title><summary type='text'>E como previsto por mim mesma, estou de volta. Fazia tempo que eu não visitava sites mesmo, tinha até esquecido (memória curta por opção) quais os motivos que tive para não perder tempo com certas "coisas". Mas por outro lado, acho ótimo ler o que eu considero besteiras por aí, pois essas besteiras me inspiram a escrever cada vez mais e mais. Joguei lá no twitter que a palavra do dia: ética.O que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2418838848014346874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2418838848014346874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2418838848014346874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2418838848014346874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/07/palavra-do-dia.html' title='Palavra do dia'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2818954235796511743</id><published>2009-07-12T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:42:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2818954235796511743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2818954235796511743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2818954235796511743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2818954235796511743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/Slp0282Up6I/AAAAAAAAHIA/X3HGHPhJ5UY/s72-c/image-upload-137-739014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-1132999189756557252</id><published>2009-07-03T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:08:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>França.Br - Sesc Paulista - Edgard Scandurra e Les Provocateurs cantam Gainsbourg</title><summary type='text'>PARA CONSEGUIR VISUALIZAR A FOTO E O CONTEÚDO MELHOR, FAVOR CLICAR NA FOTO. ;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1132999189756557252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=1132999189756557252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1132999189756557252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1132999189756557252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/07/franatildesectabr-sesc-paulista-edgard.html' title='França.Br - Sesc Paulista - Edgard Scandurra e Les Provocateurs cantam Gainsbourg'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-1513962847345640647</id><published>2009-06-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:28:39.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bennie &amp; The Jets - Elton John</title><summary type='text'>Hey kids, shake it loose together,The spotlight's hitting somethingThat's been known to change the weather.we'll kill the fatted calf tonightSo stick around,You're gonna hear electric music,Solid Walls of sound.Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yetBut they're so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets,But they're weird an they're wonderful,Oh, Beannie she's really keenShe's got electrice boots a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1513962847345640647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=1513962847345640647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1513962847345640647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1513962847345640647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/beannie-jets-elton-john.html' title='Bennie &amp; The Jets - Elton John'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2116389107956691088</id><published>2009-06-23T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:34:58.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Libertines - Never Never</title><summary type='text'>O vídeo não é lá essas coisas, somente fotos mas adoooooooooooooro essa música. ;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2116389107956691088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2116389107956691088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2116389107956691088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2116389107956691088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/libertines-never-never.html' title='The Libertines - Never Never'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-5767381850000111550</id><published>2009-06-23T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:34:48.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hora do chá depois de novas descobertas. Muitas alegrias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5767381850000111550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=5767381850000111550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5767381850000111550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5767381850000111550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/hora-do-cha-depois-de-novas-descobertas.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/SkE8ZgZntaI/AAAAAAAAHGc/h1aW2hHUebQ/s72-c/image-upload-51-786570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-4652674889367776431</id><published>2009-06-10T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:49:43.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o Nando Reis - Promoção Dia dos Namorados</title><summary type='text'>Pra você eu quero me entregarPois você consegue me acalmar.Sentir o calor intenso das suas mãosSeus gestos com timidezNo seu quadrilo Instintono seu sorrisomeus lábiosLento e à jatoMinha alegria se transformouNada vai ficar igualVocê é a própria novidadeComer, beber e ser driCom você eu quero me casar.E o que marcou, ficouE as nuvens que cobrem o céuNão podem apagar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4652674889367776431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=4652674889367776431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/4652674889367776431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/4652674889367776431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-o-nando-reis-promocao-dia-dos.html' title='Para o Nando Reis - Promoção Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-591691757561944814</id><published>2009-06-03T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:31:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero você assim...</title><summary type='text'>Quero estar na sua vida, mas só amigo, nem amante nem tão perto, nem distante. Quero na sua vida ser somente importante. Não interessa por que porta eu entre, quero entrar na sua vida docemente, me instalar delicadamente. Quero estar na sua vida esteja ela alegre ou conflitante tranqüila ou angustiante. Quero ficar na sua vida por um longo tempo e estar presente em todo momento. (A. U.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/591691757561944814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=591691757561944814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/591691757561944814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/591691757561944814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/quero-voce-assim.html' title='Quero você assim...'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-135668876421836254</id><published>2009-06-01T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:50:30.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o meu amigo</title><summary type='text'>                                 As vezes parece que o tempo é rápido demaise chego a pensar que não conseguirei construir tudo que quero.Tem dias que o tempo é lento, daqueles que bate uma preguiçae só me resta o sofá para me abraçar.Quando é que você vai chegar?Eu não posso mais te esperar.Meu coração grita o teu nomemas o som se perde na imensidão desse céu.Eu posso te ver em outros rostosmas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/135668876421836254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=135668876421836254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/135668876421836254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/135668876421836254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-o-meu-amigo.html' title='Para o meu amigo'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-8952795313455986376</id><published>2009-05-29T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:09:08.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Niver do meu amigo Luciano.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8952795313455986376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=8952795313455986376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8952795313455986376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8952795313455986376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/niver-do-meu-amigo-luciano.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/SiCjU5vXqTI/AAAAAAAAHFA/HsCZIJC5Gzs/s72-c/image-upload-142-747571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-5634651863940792880</id><published>2009-05-24T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:37:58.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgard Scandurra - DVD</title><summary type='text'>Este final de semana fui ao show do meu querido amigo Edgard Scandurra.O show foi maravilhoso e necessitaria de mil adjetivos para descrever o que senti, vi e participei.Um DVD que certamente vai marcar muito a história da música, não somente pela qualidade mas principalmente pela emoção. Convidados carismáticos que deram um toque muito especial nas composições.Esse DVD é uma resposta à vida </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5634651863940792880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=5634651863940792880&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5634651863940792880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5634651863940792880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/edgard-scandurra-dvd.html' title='Edgard Scandurra - DVD'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-5384255096754825619</id><published>2009-05-15T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:18:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adoro esses dias chuvosos. Dá um soninho tão gostoso.Hoje levantei às 6:30 da matina e devo confessar que até agora não acordei direito. Ou seria melhor eu dizer que já estou preparada para dormir? Well... só sei dizer que passei o dia com sono mesmo.Aproveitando para deixar os PARABÉNS!! ao meu amigo Sérgio Pamplona. :DTudo de muito bom para você. Ser pensante que nos dá prazer com sua sabedoria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5384255096754825619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=5384255096754825619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5384255096754825619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/5384255096754825619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/adoro-esses-dias-chuvosos.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/ShtDRAZXOxI/AAAAAAAAHEA/6eNhqPoX_Yg/s72-c/gotas-de-chuva2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-8160745260091959065</id><published>2009-05-13T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:05:16.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ainda bem que amanhã será um novo dia. Certamente eu serei feliz. ;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8160745260091959065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=8160745260091959065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8160745260091959065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/8160745260091959065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/ainda-bem-que-amanha-sera-um-novo-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-3472056138888501627</id><published>2009-05-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:36:36.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje fiquei muito triste.Mais uma vez acreditei na honestidade das pessoas.Por que eu não aprendo?Por que eu continuo acreditando nas pessoas?Realmente o meu coração é bom demais.Buenas...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3472056138888501627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=3472056138888501627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3472056138888501627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3472056138888501627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje-fiquei-muito-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7470255422968126935</id><published>2009-05-12T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:41:35.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como o final de tarde dos dias de outono são lindos. Mesmo estando no trânsito.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7470255422968126935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7470255422968126935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7470255422968126935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7470255422968126935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-o-final-de-tarde-dos-dias-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/SgntDkJOO_I/AAAAAAAAHCw/bSo1jfr_Bs4/s72-c/image-upload-419-794394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6518533668212292209</id><published>2009-05-11T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:28:24.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show</title><summary type='text'>HORA - 23:30   ONDE - R. AUGUSTA, 765QUANDO - 14 DE MAIO DE 2009    QUANTO - 20,00(porta)/15,00(lista)www.myspace.com/bandasmack</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6518533668212292209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6518533668212292209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6518533668212292209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6518533668212292209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/show_11.html' title='Show'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/SgiYZXLxXdI/AAAAAAAAHCo/Aaq5zDZ0p9g/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6610032767813829710</id><published>2009-05-11T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:29:36.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outono é a estação do ano que eu mais gosto. Fico mais animada, mais feliz e mais sonolenta também. (HUmm seria possível isso? rsrs)
É também a melhor época para umas férias. Esse final de tarde me hipnotiza, me relaxa, me inspira.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6610032767813829710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6610032767813829710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6610032767813829710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6610032767813829710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/outono-e-estacao-do-ano-que-eu-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/Sgh_ofd8foI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/MC3txVfXw08/s72-c/guaeca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6861013611577442969</id><published>2009-05-10T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:46:18.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno Cidadão</title><summary type='text'>Recomendo à todos irem ao show. Para detalhes sobre a agenda, consultem o www.myspace.com/pequenocidadao . Meus filhos estão querendo o DVD com os vídeos e o show. :-D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6861013611577442969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6861013611577442969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6861013611577442969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/6861013611577442969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/pequeno-cidadao.html' title='Pequeno Cidadão'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2456394152339737276</id><published>2008-02-19T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:28:29.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ano novo,meu ano novoe muitas coisas novas.Novos lugares,novos olhares,novos amigos,velhos amigos...Novas mudanças,novas alegrias,novas tristezas,novas fantasias.Novidades a cada dia,um passo novo a cada dia.Novas informações,novos tipos de relacionamentos,novos conceitos.Novos hábitos,novos horários,novas paixões.Novidades para todos,novidades para nós.Mas a saudade...ah! saudade...essa continua.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2456394152339737276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6335042619433549941</id><published>2007-09-25T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:56:27.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>posso te ouvir.posso ler teus pensamentos.posso sentir como se eu fosse eu.só não posso ajudar.por que?porque é melhor assim.porque o que você ouve, não devia ouvir.porque o que você lê, não deveria fazer.porque o que você sente, você deve sentir.P.M.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6335042619433549941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=6335042619433549941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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diamonds are forever"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1316549885710729011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=1316549885710729011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1316549885710729011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/1316549885710729011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/09/juventude-como-diamantes-ao-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7694290009908326295</id><published>2007-09-07T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:31:35.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>amare seramada.beijare serbeijada.compreendere sercompreendida.observare serobservada.cantare levarcantada.dizer nãoe serentendida.sorrire recebersorrisos.abraçare ganharabraço.olhar vocêe sercorrespondida.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7694290009908326295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7694290009908326295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7694290009908326295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7694290009908326295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/09/amar-e-ser-amada.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR_bVZL409I/RwQysq58H1I/AAAAAAAAAck/ppkT97qI6g4/s72-c/rosa%2Bbranca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7561034546224435484</id><published>2007-08-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:34:46.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seu sorriso em minha bocaafasta as palavras sem sentidoque eu poderia pronunciar.seu riso me alegrae deixa a fantasia pairar.meus sonhos me enlouqueceme você me faz pensar.seu carisma me conquista,você me ensinou a amar.Priscila Maria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7561034546224435484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7561034546224435484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7561034546224435484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7561034546224435484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/08/seu-sorriso-em-minha-boca-afasta-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6009605700721965128</id><published>2007-08-01T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:36:05.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"pequenos gestos,imensas alegrias."(P.M.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-2776609435808167773</id><published>2007-06-26T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T07:22:57.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Se você tivesse acreditado na minha brincadeira de dizer verdades,teria ouvido verdades que teimo em dizer brincando.Pois muitas vezes falei como palhaço,mas nunca desacreditei na platéia que sorria. "Charles Chaplin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2776609435808167773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=2776609435808167773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2776609435808167773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/2776609435808167773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/06/se-voc-tivesse-acreditado-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-7044282118664509521</id><published>2007-06-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:57:23.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"seus ósculos são como láminas a cortar a alma"(RLS)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7044282118664509521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=7044282118664509521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7044282118664509521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/7044282118664509521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/06/seus-sculos-so-como-lminas-cortar-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-4159043754038723777</id><published>2007-06-25T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:33:31.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraços</title><summary type='text'>Teus braços me envolveme me devolvemas alegrias do amor.Revolvem passadas ilusõesE resolvem minhas carências.(Marina Rolim)*Marina, obrigada por deixar eu utilizar a sua poesia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4159043754038723777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=4159043754038723777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/4159043754038723777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/4159043754038723777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/06/abraos.html' title='Abraços'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-3379663425659981474</id><published>2007-06-25T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T07:18:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azul</title><summary type='text'>azulmuito azulque tudo seja azulazulazul que acalmaazul que iluminaseu olho azulazul cor deazul. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3379663425659981474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=3379663425659981474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3379663425659981474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3379663425659981474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/06/azul-muito-azul-que-tudo-seja-azul-azul.html' title='Azul'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-3349947064587744583</id><published>2007-05-31T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:08:31.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São Paulo por um brasiliense</title><summary type='text'>Fria cidadePessoas esbarram em pessoasEi desculpe!Não há tempo, pressapressa, pressa...Falta tempo para amarOlhares perdidos no dia a diaMaldito cotidiano!Obrigando as pessoasa serem cruasquase selvagens,Porque?Podre cidadeperdida, pedindo paz!Proletários do dia a diapedindo paz, solidariedade,E eu perdido nesse caos urbanopedindo atençãoa tua atenção.O gesto dos teus olhos,o desejo do teu corpo,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3349947064587744583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=591246202539489174&amp;postID=3349947064587744583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3349947064587744583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/591246202539489174/posts/default/3349947064587744583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-paulo-por-um-brasiliense.html' title='São Paulo por um brasiliense'/><author><name>Priscila Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026069363263999042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ofP81UsvA/S9MypNfUB0I/AAAAAAAAHMk/M7mIww7bQQM/S220/Imagem+054A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591246202539489174.post-6796629011210667335</id><published>2007-05-30T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:12:44.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><summary type='text'>Se do teu olharNão conseguiCaptar o sonho que te deiSó posso andar porRuas que não são minhasPor beijos que não são os seusPelo pouco que fizPelo muito que me fez sentirTe Amo!(RLS)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscilamaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6796629011210667335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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