<?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-788567544634989744</id><updated>2011-09-11T10:20:44.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following The Road</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-7007350172043715628</id><published>2011-03-28T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:06:12.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No inverno te proteger, no verão sair pra pescar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No outono te conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, primavera poder gostar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No estio me derreter, pra na chuva dançar e andar junto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O destino que se cumpriu, de sentir teu calor e ser tudo.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-7007350172043715628?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/7007350172043715628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-inverno-te-proteger-no-verao-sair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7007350172043715628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7007350172043715628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-inverno-te-proteger-no-verao-sair.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-547541325899841719</id><published>2010-12-14T22:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:12:29.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu a vejo sorver a imagem da lua cheia, inundada pelas memórias libertas, não desejando nada além de fazê-la saber que estou aqui. No entanto, fico onde estou e também olho para a lua. Por um breve instante, é como se estivéssemos juntos de novo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-547541325899841719?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/547541325899841719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-vejo-sorver-imagem-da-lua-cheia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/547541325899841719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/547541325899841719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-vejo-sorver-imagem-da-lua-cheia.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-7394210249339149174</id><published>2010-08-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:20:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessa vez foi diferente...</title><content type='html'>"Foi como se eu fosse simplesmente uma vítima. E me cortou como uma faca, quando você saiu da minha vida. Agora estou nessa condição... E eu tenho todos os sintomas de uma garota com o coração partido. Mas não importa o que aconteça... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Você nunca me verá chorar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-7394210249339149174?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/7394210249339149174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/08/dessa-vez-foi-diferente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7394210249339149174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7394210249339149174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/08/dessa-vez-foi-diferente.html' title='Dessa vez foi diferente...'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-4415420848979868274</id><published>2010-07-31T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:13:28.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I just can't get enough of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-4415420848979868274?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/4415420848979868274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-just-cant-get-enough-of-your-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4415420848979868274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4415420848979868274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-just-cant-get-enough-of-your-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-1340008316953209740</id><published>2010-04-02T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:17:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por VOCÊ!</title><content type='html'>Feliiz Páscooa! Jesus morreu por mim e por você, estamos aqui por ele. Então, lembrem disso. ;)  ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-1340008316953209740?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/1340008316953209740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-voce_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/1340008316953209740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/1340008316953209740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-voce_02.html' title='Por VOCÊ!'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-1935481390766078350</id><published>2010-03-28T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:54:28.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pela maneira como você mudou meus planos&lt;br /&gt;Por ser a distração perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Pela maneira como você levou a idéia de que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu queria ter, e me fez enxergar que faltava algo.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo fim do meu primeiro começo&lt;br /&gt;E pelo raro e inesperado amigo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo fato de você ser algo que eu nunca escolhi, mas ao mesmo tempo, algo que eu não quero perder&lt;br /&gt;E nunca quero ficar sem, nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;Vocé é a melhor coisa que eu nunca soube que precisava&lt;br /&gt;Tanto, que quando estava aqui eu não fazia idéia&lt;br /&gt;Você é a melhor coisa que eu nunca soube que precisava&lt;br /&gt;Tanto, que agora está tão claro, eu preciso de você aqui sempre&lt;br /&gt;Minha felicidade acidental &lt;br /&gt;A maneira como você sorrir e como me conforta &lt;br /&gt;Eu devo admitir que você não fazia parte do meu livro&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, se você abrí-lo e der uma olhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Você é o começo e o fim de cada capítulo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Princess and the frog *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-1935481390766078350?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/1935481390766078350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/03/pela-maneira-como-voce-mudou-meus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/1935481390766078350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/1935481390766078350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/03/pela-maneira-como-voce-mudou-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-2696980138109084970</id><published>2010-03-03T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:54:16.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Duas estradas se bifurcaram no meio da minha vida, Ouvi um sábio dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Peguei a estrada menos usada. E isso fez toda a diferença cada noite e cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-2696980138109084970?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/2696980138109084970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/03/duas-estradas-se-bifurcaram-no-meio-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2696980138109084970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2696980138109084970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/03/duas-estradas-se-bifurcaram-no-meio-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-7937368537948943365</id><published>2010-03-01T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:23:00.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>;</title><content type='html'>Tá, hoje eu percebi que já é março. Passou muuito rápido, mas eu tô muito feliz, ao mesmo tempo! Estou exatamente onde eu devia estar, onde eu me imaginava. Consegui superar um dos meus objetivos, ainda não por completo, mas foi um avanço, e espero continuar mudando. Pelo menos eu sei que estou tendo sucesso! Deus me ajuda mesmo sem eu saber, incrível.. Até as segundas são melhores, haha&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou indo ler, fiz um acordo, ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-7937368537948943365?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/7937368537948943365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7937368537948943365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7937368537948943365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=';'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-5604130651047743007</id><published>2010-02-10T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:19:29.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu precisava,</title><content type='html'>só um pouquinho de você, nada mais. Um tiquinho de você me bastava. Uma palavra amiga, um carinho, sei lá. Um pedacinho de você. Precisava de sua mão para levantar-me, precisa um pouco de sua felicidade. Que seria pra mim felicidade total. ;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-5604130651047743007?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/5604130651047743007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-precisava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5604130651047743007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5604130651047743007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-precisava.html' title='Eu precisava,'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-2346781146898863051</id><published>2010-02-09T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:23:07.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajudiinha (:</title><content type='html'>Gente, sem querer atrapalhar muito, mas peço que quem tem gatos prestem um pouco de atenção no meu recado. O gatinho da minha melhor amiga tá beem doente, e a gente tá sofrendo por ele também! A veterinária disse que é a ração, o que provavelmente é.. Então, só quero ajuda pra divulgar que &lt;b&gt;a ração Whiskas não é o que parece&lt;/b&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Se puderem repassar agradeço desde já! :]&lt;br /&gt;Algumas reclamações que a gente encontrou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fonte: yahoo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alerta aos donos de gatos que comem whiskas. ela é REAMENTE mais saborosa, pois tem mais sal, gordura e mais corante, na verdade 3x mais sal, é só pesquisar na internet.&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo que você falar que irá aumentar 3x o sal que você come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa ração é um V E N E N O para os felinos, que infelizmente vão pelo que é mais saboroso, em contra partida, prejudicial, levando a morte de inúmeros felinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Patrícia R.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a veterinaria que cuida dos meus gatos disse que sim, ela disse que a Wiskas apesar de ser uam das mais gostosas rações, tem muito corante e sal, parece que eh isso que causa o calculo renal, tenho um gato que teve que amputar o penis porcausa disso, depois que cortei a Wiskas deles, nunk mais tive problemas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o veterinário do meu gatinho me alertou quando ele tinha 6 meses (hoje está com 6 anos) pra eu não dar Whiskas pra ele, pois vários gatos (especialmente machos, mas fêmeas também) já haviam sido operados por ele com este problema - e todos comiam whiskas.&lt;br /&gt;Tente trocar pra outra ração saborosa e de qualidade."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-2346781146898863051?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/2346781146898863051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/02/ajudiinha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2346781146898863051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2346781146898863051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/02/ajudiinha.html' title='Ajudiinha (:'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-4657662925767040231</id><published>2010-02-03T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:42:42.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Quando o amor vos fizer sinal, segui-o; ainda que os seus caminhos sejam duros e escarpados. E quando as suas asas vos envolverem, entregai-vos; ainda que a espada escondida na sua plumagem&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; vos possa ferir&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-4657662925767040231?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/4657662925767040231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-o-amor-vos-fizer-sinal-segui-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4657662925767040231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4657662925767040231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-o-amor-vos-fizer-sinal-segui-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-2104376505745545313</id><published>2010-01-30T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:29:16.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Confiança é dar a uma pessoa o poder de te fazer sangrar." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-2104376505745545313?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/2104376505745545313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/confianca-e-dar-uma-pessoa-o-poder-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2104376505745545313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2104376505745545313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/confianca-e-dar-uma-pessoa-o-poder-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-5839745213341064034</id><published>2010-01-24T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:44:26.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And love is all that i need,</title><content type='html'>And i found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see we're in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh once in your life you've found someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will turn your world around&lt;br /&gt;Pick you up when you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing can change what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;There's a love that i can say&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz our love will light the way &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-5839745213341064034?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/5839745213341064034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-love-is-all-that-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5839745213341064034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5839745213341064034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-love-is-all-that-i-need.html' title='And love is all that i need,'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-3175910100178392372</id><published>2010-01-18T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:27:58.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Às vezes o vento me faz esquecer... E eu sou carregado, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem direção&lt;/span&gt; nem certeza. Levado pela correnteza &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem direção&lt;/span&gt;.. Sopra o vento.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-3175910100178392372?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/3175910100178392372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-vezes-o-vento-me-faz-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/3175910100178392372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/3175910100178392372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-vezes-o-vento-me-faz-esquecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-4473055616214251388</id><published>2010-01-13T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:12:33.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Meu blog tá bem sem graça, mas acho que vai ficar assim até que eu tenha mais criatividade. Às vezes me pergunto se alguém lê essas coisas inúteis que eu posto, mas... Vamos lá, preciso falar né, coração é quem manda aqui. _o_ Eu acho que esse ano machuquei muitas pessoas, não sei, penso que eu poderia ter evitado umas situações aí no começo de 2009 e que eu preciso necessariamente lembrar de evita-las em 2010. So... se eu puder pedir alguma coisa será ser mais meiga e amigável, e conseguir resolver meus problemas, mas pricipalmente de dar um valor extremo para meu presente e deixar meus problemas com Deus, que eu sei que nesse exato momento ele está me ajudando em tudo. Amanhã será um dia em que pretendo resolver as coisas com minha vida e finalmente me entregar as coisas reais à minha volta, enfim, ninguém entende mas eu entendo então é isso! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty baby oh, the place that you hold in my heart... Would you break it apart again? Oh pretty baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Vanessa Carlton- Pretty Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 12px; height: 46px;" id="tbl_traducoes" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-4473055616214251388?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/4473055616214251388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4473055616214251388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4473055616214251388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-8975365174997649040</id><published>2010-01-06T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:04:48.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/S0VdQ-p55_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IGaVf_JHByo/s1600-h/pordodol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423843872515680242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/S0VdQ-p55_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IGaVf_JHByo/s200/pordodol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is where the heart is! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-8975365174997649040?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/8975365174997649040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8975365174997649040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8975365174997649040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2010/01/home.html' title='Home ...'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/S0VdQ-p55_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IGaVf_JHByo/s72-c/pordodol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-1370604048667646401</id><published>2009-12-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:28:29.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If YOU wanna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Uma músiquinha inspiradora de começo de ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can change your life,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you wanna&lt;/span&gt; .You can change your clothes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you wanna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If can change your mind, well... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;that's the way it goes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;If it's over let it go and, come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; it will seem... So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird thats already flown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laugh it off !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go and, when you wake up it will seem  so yesterday, so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilary Duff- So yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;E que amanhã seja SO YESTERDAY mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-1370604048667646401?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/1370604048667646401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/1370604048667646401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/1370604048667646401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-chance.html' title='If YOU wanna!'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-2363483054910471257</id><published>2009-12-29T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:00:23.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009! ;)</title><content type='html'>Faltão &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 dias&lt;/span&gt; pro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fim&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;, vou sentir saudades de uma certa forma. Eu agora não consigo ver os momentos ruins, só as coisas boas, os momentos que eu tive... O meu priminho dizendo "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te amo Coco&lt;/span&gt;l" e agora ele diz Carol.. e isso mudou em um ano. Dos dias maravilhosos com a Sof, do por-do-sol diferente a cada dia com minhas primas. De ver as estrelas em Campos. De rir muito, rir de chorar... Dos abraços das crianças, sinceros... Das &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pequenas&lt;/span&gt; coisas, de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt; Deus do meu lado... E isso vai me fazer sentir muita saudade, mesmo. Tudo que foi ruim, passou. Eu só quero que 2010 me dê as mesmas e muitas outras alegrias, que Deus me guie, acima de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;, de tudo mesmo. Que eu não esqueça em momento&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nenhum&lt;/span&gt;, seja de dificuldade, seja de alegria, que tudo se trata Dele e nada mais. Obrigada Deus por me dar a chance de ser filha dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melhores&lt;/span&gt; pais, de ser irmã da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt; irmã, de ter tudo do bom e do melhor. E acima de tudo, me perdoe por às vezes esquecer disso. Pelo Natal, ah, o Natal! Ninguém merecia, mas olha o que o Senhor fez! Eu nunca vou esquecer daquele vídeo na igreja, que o homem deixa o filho morrer pra salvar outras pessoas, nunca. Foi um choque pra mim... Obrigada Deus, por Jesus. Me veio tanta coisa na cabeça agora, minha vontade é de chorar, muita coisa maravilhosa. Sou muito muito muito agradecida, por cada mínimo detalhe. Por tudo, tudo, tudo. Eu te amo acima de&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; todas&lt;/span&gt; as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;vocêêê&lt;/span&gt;! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-2363483054910471257?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/2363483054910471257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2363483054910471257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2363483054910471257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009! ;)'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-6171990232628465406</id><published>2009-12-01T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:18:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay ;</title><content type='html'>And I'm gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss you&lt;/span&gt; like a child misses their blanket, but I've gotta to get a move on with my life. It's time to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big girl&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-6171990232628465406?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/6171990232628465406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-foresee-dark-ahead-if-i-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/6171990232628465406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/6171990232628465406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-foresee-dark-ahead-if-i-stay.html' title='And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay ;'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-2426906275809983769</id><published>2009-11-24T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:12:31.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a little late, I'm already torn.</title><content type='html'>Eu não quero voltar. Não, definitivamente não posso me perder, não dessa vez, não de novo. A cada dia que passava, afirmo que foi difícil, no começo, isso é perfeitamente normal e era o que eu esperava. Mas... passou. E quando passou, eu senti um certo alívio e com certeza eu estava muito feliz assim. Era o fim, não havia nada que eu pudesse fazer, sem ser seguir. Movi minha vida, e completamente decidida. Então por que? Porque um simples sinal fez meu coração parar? Eu apaguei tudo, literalmente. Apaguei, queimei, diversas vezes. Eu só peço, eu só peço para não voltar aquilo de antes.. Minha vida está perfeitamente bem. Mesmo que agora esteja confuso, muito confuso por sinal. Está tudo bem, e eu estou com medo de estragar o bem. Seja lá qual for minha decisão, medo de que essa decisão modifique o meu bem, para um pior, um péssimo. Eu sei que as coisas podem ficar até melhor, mas eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preciso&lt;/span&gt; seguir com minha vida. Preciso deixar o que foi, para o passado, deixar lá. É, não é fácil. Qualquer que seja sua decisão Senhor, que seja a sua e não a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-2426906275809983769?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/2426906275809983769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-little-late-im-already-torn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2426906275809983769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/2426906275809983769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-little-late-im-already-torn.html' title='You&apos;re a little late, I&apos;m already torn.'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-9122500988287692796</id><published>2009-11-23T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:23:09.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de ano;</title><content type='html'>Fim de ano chegando e tenho que dizer, finalmente. Péssimo, argh. Ainda bem que quase acabou. 2° colegial vindo aí, graças a Deus o colegial está acabando. Eu acho que por um lado, eu aprendi tanto, mas muito mesmo. Foi uma mudança radical. haha Ano passado eu não prometi nada, porque eu não consigo seguir, e deu bem certo... Venha o que vier, entende? Deus tá me guiando e Ele sabe, Ele sabe o que faz. Independente das dores que eu tive esse ano, a maior conquista que eu aprendi com elas, foi que Deus é minha vida, e que eu não estava muito ciente disso. Então, eu agradeço. Por ter sofrido, por ter amado e ter sido muito feliz, por nada faltar na minha casa. Pela grande e maravilhosa família que eu tenho. É isso, não foi fácil, não foi mesmo. Mas eu definitivamente melhorei, e aprendi muita coisa, que eu espero não esquecer. Amo meus 15 anos, amo. Porém o tempo vai passando, rapidinho por sinal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-9122500988287692796?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/9122500988287692796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/11/fim-de-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/9122500988287692796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/9122500988287692796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/11/fim-de-ano.html' title='Fim de ano;'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-525233709464856840</id><published>2009-10-24T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:28:24.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New;</title><content type='html'>Bom, acho que estou a um tempinho sem escrever, e puxa, as coisas mudam em questão de semanas, sem brincadeira, às vezes até me assusto. Estou gostando bastante do meu agora, to na minha casinha nova, que é tudo de bom, realmente. Perto do metro, mais perto do colégio, tudo melhor. Amo meu quarto, amo meu armário super grande com minhas coisinhas todas arrumadinhas em seus devidos lugares pela primeira vez. *-* Deus me deu tudo que eu pedi, sou muito mimada por isso, hahha. Agradeço imensamente por ele. É muito ótimo estar no meu quarto ouvindo minhas músicas. É isso, meu quarto tá um salmão liindo, um dia quem sabe quando eu tiver meu computador com internet eu não coloque uma foto dele? Preciso colocar e guardar alguma recordação, pelo menos enquanto ele estiver arrumado! hihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-525233709464856840?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/525233709464856840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/525233709464856840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/525233709464856840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/new.html' title='New;'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-8274537464872321785</id><published>2009-10-11T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:21:34.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm lost ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/SwsK4FotI1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/8VIWrRPypX8/s1600/tevinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/SwsK4FotI1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/8VIWrRPypX8/s320/tevinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407427736290272082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the grace of your smile. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-8274537464872321785?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/8274537464872321785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-im-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8274537464872321785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8274537464872321785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-im-lost.html' title='Cause I&apos;m lost ...'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/SwsK4FotI1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/8VIWrRPypX8/s72-c/tevinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-8446664594545711039</id><published>2009-10-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:44:09.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Give me reason but don't give me choice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-8446664594545711039?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/8446664594545711039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/saw-world-turning-in-my-sheets-and-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8446664594545711039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8446664594545711039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/saw-world-turning-in-my-sheets-and-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-5205169792138373522</id><published>2009-10-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:39:42.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/StDvFWNMvwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zREuSDepppE/s1600-h/blogspot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/StDvFWNMvwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zREuSDepppE/s320/blogspot.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391071629101809410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa entrar, as batidas no seu coração. Deixa entrar, pois talvez cantar... Pode ser sua&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; solução&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foto: Gettyimages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-5205169792138373522?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/5205169792138373522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/deixa-entrar-as-batidas-no-seu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5205169792138373522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5205169792138373522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/deixa-entrar-as-batidas-no-seu-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/StDvFWNMvwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zREuSDepppE/s72-c/blogspot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-6341973280283625031</id><published>2009-10-07T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:51:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou aflita por muitas coisas, mas acho que a primeira é a mudança. Quero muito meu quarto novo, minha casinha. Gosto muito da minha vovó, mas quero meu quarto. E essa tá sendo a parte mais difícil. :/ Além deste anseio tem algumas outras coisinhas básicas.. Ou nem tanto. Mas é a vida, não se pode adiantar os momentos difícies. Argh, tenho que estudar algebra e história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-6341973280283625031?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/6341973280283625031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/estou-aflita-por-muitas-coisas-mas-acho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/6341973280283625031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/6341973280283625031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/10/estou-aflita-por-muitas-coisas-mas-acho.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-3447492969202002547</id><published>2009-09-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:15:58.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O sentimento mais precioso.</title><content type='html'>Quando a gente pede pro dia ser bom, ele realmente é. Às vezes não como esperavamos, mas sempre é. Pra mim todos os dias estão sendo &lt;em&gt;muito&lt;/em&gt; abençoados. Deus mostra sua presença toda hora, todo minuto, mesmo que eu não perceba, ele tá lá. Incrível. Até o sol pra mim é mais bonito, e apesar do &lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt; diário, apesar das poucas horas de sono (e ainda mal dormidas..) Ele sempre brilha com toda intensidade em mim. Tudo é muito melhor, a correria da cidade é mais tranquila quando a gente pensa nas coisas que Deus fez. As pequenas coisas.. Toda aquela paisagem que ele nos deu, todas as árvores que &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt; me fazem sorrrir. E isso é insubstituível pra mim. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-3447492969202002547?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/3447492969202002547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-sentimento-mais-precioso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/3447492969202002547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/3447492969202002547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-sentimento-mais-precioso.html' title='O sentimento mais precioso.'/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-4990777408825222373</id><published>2009-09-24T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:50:07.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escola me matando, tá tenso! Chego em casa, vô  pro banho e venho ouvir umas músicas que me acalmam muito. Sou apaixonada por violão. " &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My memory plays out to the same old songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;É isso, tô ouvindo &lt;/span&gt;Trading Yesterday- Desert Lands, gostei muuuito deles, e descobri tipo, do nada ouvindo &lt;em&gt;Acceptance&lt;/em&gt; que também descobri muito do nada! Vale muito a pena ouvir, de verdade. Ok, propagandas a parte, técnico de publicidade dá nisso! hahaha ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir, &lt;em&gt;xxx &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-4990777408825222373?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/4990777408825222373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/escola-me-matando-ta-tenso-chego-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4990777408825222373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/4990777408825222373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/escola-me-matando-ta-tenso-chego-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-8760725401328944215</id><published>2009-09-23T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:21:03.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu ainda consigo sentir essência, a essência de todas as coisas boas que Deus me propos, a essência dos pequenos momentos, que apesar de tudo, ainda me acompanha. Tanto tempo se passou, eu mudei, todos mudaram, isso é fato. Eu errei em muita parte da minha vida, e me arrependo mesmo. Estou aberta pra mais mudança, é assim que a gente cresce. Só com nossos conceitos não chegamos a razão nenhuma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-8760725401328944215?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/8760725401328944215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-ainda-consigo-sentir-essencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8760725401328944215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/8760725401328944215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-ainda-consigo-sentir-essencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-7881980530415743448</id><published>2009-09-23T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:41:39.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agradeço por tudo o que sou hoje, tudo que eu passei e tudo o que aprendi são de extremo valor. Por tudo que eu errei, e que com certeza me arrependi, ter sido perdoado e apagado. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principe da Paz&lt;/em&gt;, só por Ele eu viverei. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-7881980530415743448?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/7881980530415743448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/agradeco-por-tudo-o-que-sou-hoje-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7881980530415743448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/7881980530415743448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/09/agradeco-por-tudo-o-que-sou-hoje-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-5920324254301225038</id><published>2009-08-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:18:27.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei o que está por vir, mas sei que não vou ficar parada observando o mundo desabar e o amor de Deus se perder. Tudo que é material, tudo mesmo, você perde, simplesmente acaba. Se não salvarmos as pessoas, do que adianta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" E se meu povo, que se chama pelo meu nome, se humilhar e orar, e buscar minha face e se converter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0);font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"  &gt;dos seus maus caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, então eu ouvirei dos céus, e perdoarei todos os seus pecados, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sararei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a sua terra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que dê tudo certo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-5920324254301225038?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/5920324254301225038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/08/mas-como-crerao-em-quem-nunca-ouviram-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5920324254301225038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5920324254301225038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/08/mas-como-crerao-em-quem-nunca-ouviram-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-5561239334395772373</id><published>2009-08-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:11:15.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes a gente quer tomar controle de nossas vidas, sem ajuda, pura independência. Planejamos tudo. Desde um passeio para amanhã até a quantidade de filhos que iremos ter. E quando alguma coisa dá errado, por menor que ela seja, ficamos super irritados. Tenho consciência que paciência é virtude. Espero um ônibus por 40 minutos se quiser. Ouço umas músicas, penso um pouco, e o tempo passa rápido, porque, querendo ou não, esse "ônibus" tem que chegar. Com minha vida, admito, não tenho saco nenhum. Porque eu não faço a mínima idéia do que está por vir, e não sei quanto tempo vai demorar para que eu consiga as coisas que supostamente acho que são boas pra mim. E essa ansiedade tá me matando. Mas, eu sei que isso passa, tudo vai se ajeitar;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-5561239334395772373?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/5561239334395772373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-vezes-gente-quer-tomar-controle-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5561239334395772373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5561239334395772373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-vezes-gente-quer-tomar-controle-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788567544634989744.post-5144026198055850858</id><published>2009-08-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:36:56.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/SoRofr-viAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ANQ5d41xWgE/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/SoRofr-viAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ANQ5d41xWgE/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369531549323593730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one like you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788567544634989744-5144026198055850858?l=heartcraked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/feeds/5144026198055850858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-like-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5144026198055850858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788567544634989744/posts/default/5144026198055850858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartcraked.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina Dinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08489695397492284873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITJTw66kS2A/Ti8DD6I8hAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/47tpkc4XUj4/s220/RSCN0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwyYED_CUEY/SoRofr-viAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ANQ5d41xWgE/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
