<?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-1342519658527933891</id><updated>2012-02-09T01:18:37.409-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ponto final.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-1246939524304559362</id><published>2012-02-08T23:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:21:28.001-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu sou Lua.</title><summary type='text'>E então eu ainda não sei como, mas esse amor sobrevive. Salta as barreiras, atravessa todas as paredes de tempestades, mas quando percebe, continua igual. E em determinados aspectos, ainda mais intenso. Conviver com alguém tão diferente não é fácil, e essa conclusão eu pude ter após me relacionar com você. Alguém extremamente oposto. Talvez duas pessoas como nós, pudéssemos nos considerar então </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1246939524304559362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-eu-sou-lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/1246939524304559362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/1246939524304559362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-eu-sou-lua.html' title='E eu sou Lua.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-876119289411226063</id><published>2012-01-10T02:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:37:10.701-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Instabilidade.</title><summary type='text'>O título diz tudo. Instabilidade talvez seja minha característica mais aparente. Não que eu seja instável em tudo que eu faça, mas quanto aos meus sentimentos. Um dia eu acordo feliz, e me acontece alguma coisa que acaba com o meu dia, talvez até com mais de um. Mas ao mesmo tempo acontece algo que me agrade, e eu posso acabar me esquecendo do ruim. Às vezes, na maioria delas, não me esqueço, mas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/876119289411226063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/01/instabilidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/876119289411226063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/876119289411226063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/01/instabilidade.html' title='Instabilidade.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-4575165382419238499</id><published>2012-01-10T02:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:17:13.508-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing about love,</title><summary type='text'>because love can destroy one heart. - and this heart can be your.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4575165382419238499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4575165382419238499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4575165382419238499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing-about-love.html' title='Nothing about love,'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-6734349636928154015</id><published>2012-01-09T17:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:44:40.081-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles existem?</title><summary type='text'>Todas as pessoas em determinados pontos de sua vida, começam a olhar pra trás e relembrar de tudo que passou. Nos últimos dias que se passaram, me deparei com alguns problemas, uns sérios e alguns como quaisquer outros que existem, e então eu comecei a realmente pensar em tudo que eu vivi até hoje, com os meus poucos anos, e percebi que já se passaram tantas coisas na minha jornada, tantos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6734349636928154015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/01/eles-existem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/6734349636928154015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/6734349636928154015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2012/01/eles-existem.html' title='Eles existem?'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-353417484770881544</id><published>2011-09-02T18:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:56:15.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><summary type='text'>E um dia me perguntaram o que ele significa pra mim, e essa foi a resposta: Sei lá, acho que a melhor palavra pra definir é tudo, porque sabe, ele é o meu amigo, é quem me faz feliz, quem tem o melhor abraço do mundo, quem tem o melhor beijo. Ele é a primeira pessoa que eu penso quando acordo, e a primeira pessoa em que eu penso antes de dormir. Ele é o melhor significado da palavra amor. A gente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/353417484770881544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/353417484770881544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/353417484770881544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-7307446962615003139</id><published>2011-09-02T18:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:35:43.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aproxime-se.</title><summary type='text'>Eu já disse o quanto preciso de você? O quanto eu queria te ter por perto, poder te abraçar, te ver? Eu já disse o quanto eu te amo? Você tem noção do quanto é especial para mim, e o quanto eu tenho medo de te perder, sem nem ao menos te ter? Não, você não sabe a dimensão de todo meu sentimento por você. Sei que você na maioria das vezes é um chato e muito irritante, mas o fato de você se sentir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7307446962615003139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/09/aproxime-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/7307446962615003139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/7307446962615003139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/09/aproxime-se.html' title='Aproxime-se.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-8583152401906928005</id><published>2010-10-20T14:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:18:30.171-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Descontrole? hm.</title><summary type='text'>Eu não consigo mais controlar esse sentimento que cresce cada vez mais, a cada dia que passa, a cada sorriso que você gera no meu rosto e a cada beijo que você me dá. Os meus dias não são mais os mesmos quando eu fico sem ouvir a sua voz. Parece que tudo fica melhor quando eu estou contigo, e tudo fica bem quando eu tenho a sua voz para me acalmar. Não existem problemas quando eu tenho você pra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8583152401906928005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-nao-consigo-mais-controlar-esse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/8583152401906928005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/8583152401906928005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-nao-consigo-mais-controlar-esse.html' title='Descontrole? hm.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-4054970607086546675</id><published>2010-06-21T16:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:18:58.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E quem sabe;</title><summary type='text'> Talvez o maior erro das pessoas seja confiar em algo incerto e que não dê uma estrutura básica para seguir em frente. Às vezes confiar demais em algo incerto machuca muito, e apesar de estarmos com a possibilidade de observarmos isso todos os dias, sempre agimos igualmente e nunca mudamos o modo de lidar com as coisas e com as pessoas. Humanos inocentes, sem dúvida é o que todos nós somos. Nunca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4054970607086546675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/06/talvez-o-maior-erro-das-pessoas-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4054970607086546675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4054970607086546675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/06/talvez-o-maior-erro-das-pessoas-seja.html' title='E quem sabe;'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-5665818855252665893</id><published>2010-02-28T11:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:19:14.089-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se apaixonar? É.</title><summary type='text'>“Eu não quero que esse momento acabe; onde tudo é nada sem você. Eu esperaria aqui para sempre, só para ver você sorrir, porque isso é verdade: eu não sou nada sem você. Através disso tudo eu cometi erros; eu irei tropeçar e cair, mas eu digo essas palavras: com tudo, eu não vou deixar isso acabar. Essas palavras são o meu coração e minha alma. Eu vou me segurar nesse momento, porque eu sangro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5665818855252665893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-nao-quero-que-esse-momento-acabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5665818855252665893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5665818855252665893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-nao-quero-que-esse-momento-acabe.html' title='Se apaixonar? É.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-5943105509871303038</id><published>2010-01-28T00:57:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:19:32.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Logout.</title><summary type='text'>Desligue-se de tudo, desligue-se do mundo. Nada melhor que chegar um momento no qual você se esquece de tudo que passou e só quer ver lá na frente. Precisamos de um tempo sem nada na cabeça, com tudo limpo, pra podermos pensar como vai ser daqui pra frente. Quando estamos ligados a muitas coisas ao mesmo tempo, a cabeça fica fraca e cansa de funcionar. Por isso, desligue-se, esqueça de tudo por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5943105509871303038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/desligue-se-de-tudo-desligue-se-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5943105509871303038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5943105509871303038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/desligue-se-de-tudo-desligue-se-do.html' title='Logout.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-9090878668116458782</id><published>2010-01-21T19:52:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:19:57.256-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar.</title><summary type='text'>Nem tudo que acreditamos é concreto, ou pode ser alcançado. E eu me pergunto então, porque acreditar? Acreditar em coisas que são sonhos, pra quê ? Todas as vezes que acreditamos em algo, é esperando que aconteça, mesmo tendo a menor probabilidade de acontecer. E porque sempre ter essa mesma ilusão de acreditar em algo que não tem a menor chance de se realizar? Acho que ainda acreditamos nas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/9090878668116458782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/acreditar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/9090878668116458782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/9090878668116458782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/acreditar.html' title='Acreditar.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-3157123911293902509</id><published>2010-01-16T03:16:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:20:04.124-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciúme.</title><summary type='text'>Acredito que se identificássemos o instante do primeiro sentimento de ciúme e o controlássemos ali, enquanto ainda é pequenininho, a vida seria bem mais fácil. Sendo assim, eu me pergunto: é possível perceber aquele momento inicial do ciúme, aquele segundo onde tudo começa a acontecer? O que move o ciúme? O ciúme é tão natural como o tédio e a raiva. Nós sempre vivenciamos este sentimento em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3157123911293902509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/acredito-que-se-identificassemos-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/3157123911293902509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/3157123911293902509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/acredito-que-se-identificassemos-o.html' title='Ciúme.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-7653938072963373135</id><published>2010-01-10T20:30:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:33:58.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo.</title><summary type='text'>Eu sei que é difícil manter um coração aberto quando mesmo os 'amigos' parecem dispostos a te prejudicar. Tudo que precisamos é de tempo. Às vezes eu preciso de um tempo para mim mesma; às vezes eu preciso de um tempo totalmente sozinha. Todos precisam de um tempo para si mesmo, para poder colocar a cabeça no lugar e pensar melhor em  tudo. Você não entende que precisa de um tempo totalmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7653938072963373135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/7653938072963373135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/7653938072963373135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-4298393626044544973</id><published>2010-01-06T21:59:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:34:39.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de você.</title><summary type='text'>Preciso sim, e desde algumas madrugadas, isso ficou bem claro pra mim. O meu dia não é o mesmo sem você, pra me fazer rir, me fazer ficar vermelha de tão sem graça, dentre tantas outras coisas que só você consegue fazer. Não existe ninguém nesse mundo que me completa mais do que você, porque é só você, que sempre consegue retirar aquele sorriso ridículo besta do meu rosto, que diz você, que só eu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4298393626044544973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/preciso-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4298393626044544973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4298393626044544973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/preciso-de-voce.html' title='Preciso de você.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-72629394840742365</id><published>2009-12-18T17:38:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:22:19.542-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos.</title><summary type='text'> Esse ano passou bem rápido, e eu não pude fazer tudo que eu quis, desfrutar tudo que eu pude. Mas uma das melhores coisas que existem na vida eu fiz, que foi cultivar amizades. Aos meus amigos e amigas, eu sempre os agradecerei, porque nesse ano quando eu precisei deles, eu pude contar com cada um deles. Tem aqueles que foram os mais íntimos, aqueles mais distantes, aqueles que se distanciaram, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/72629394840742365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/esse-ano-passou-bem-rapido-e-eu-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/72629394840742365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/72629394840742365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/esse-ano-passou-bem-rapido-e-eu-nao.html' title='Aos meus amigos.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-2179410574969476095</id><published>2009-12-11T18:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:25:55.805-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atendendo à pedidos.</title><summary type='text'>Se pá, eu perguntava pra um amigo sobre o que eu postaria hoje no blog, porque eu estou muito em falta com os meus queridos leitores e pá; daí ele me vem com essa: “Escreve sobre mim.” E até foi legal, e resolvi, “Sim vou escrever sobre ele!”. Pois então, comecemos...   Sabe aquela pessoa que você conversa pela primeira vez e já se identifica totalmente? Foi assim com ele. Identificamos-nos em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2179410574969476095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-pa-eu-perguntava-pra-um-amigo-sobre_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/2179410574969476095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/2179410574969476095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-pa-eu-perguntava-pra-um-amigo-sobre_11.html' title='Atendendo à pedidos.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-5278993714605007457</id><published>2009-12-01T12:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:22:43.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Descuuuuuuulpa ;x</title><summary type='text'>Tenho andado meio em falta com novos posts aqui no blog, mas é que tá meio corrido pra mim, última semana de provas, tenho estudado bastante. Mas prometo que quando eu entrar de férias, corro aqui e posto algo pra vocês.                     -    Sim, eu cumpro as minhas promessas. Peço mil desculpas pra quem costuma dar uma passadinha por aqui sempre; logo, logo o blog vai estar com textos novos,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5278993714605007457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/descuuuuuuulpa-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5278993714605007457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5278993714605007457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/descuuuuuuulpa-x.html' title='Descuuuuuuulpa ;x'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-5222443491294253961</id><published>2009-11-06T18:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:26:08.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Distância.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5222443491294253961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5222443491294253961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5222443491294253961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title='Distância.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-1144549933486578105</id><published>2009-10-29T20:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:24:25.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1144549933486578105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/1144549933486578105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/1144549933486578105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false_29.html' title='Realidade.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-4262137278463036078</id><published>2009-10-26T23:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:26:33.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4262137278463036078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false_26.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4262137278463036078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4262137278463036078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false_26.html' title='Anjo.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-8281118304938787640</id><published>2009-10-22T18:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:24:49.885-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8281118304938787640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/8281118304938787640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/8281118304938787640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfeicao.html' title='Perfeição.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-2908889619050769015</id><published>2009-10-20T21:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:25:04.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriscar.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2908889619050769015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/arriscar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/2908889619050769015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/2908889619050769015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/arriscar.html' title='Arriscar.'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-4667664574466649639</id><published>2009-10-19T23:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:26:48.055-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, a chuva..</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4667664574466649639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4667664574466649639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/4667664574466649639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title='Ah, a chuva..'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-81466739755369798</id><published>2009-10-19T13:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:27:01.356-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><summary type='text'>    Sim, sonhar é viver. Quando não se sonha, não há motivos pra persistir e lutar por algo, então você acaba morrendo por dentro. O sonho nada mais é do que um plano, uma meta a ser seguida e conquistada por você. Se não há sonho, não há vida, se não há vida, o que nos resta? O sonho nada mais é do que algo que você quer realizar pra se completar e se sentir bem com você mesmo. Então sonhe, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/81466739755369798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/81466739755369798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/81466739755369798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342519658527933891.post-5110605319348073064</id><published>2009-10-16T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:59:22.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Headwinds</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5110605319348073064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/headwinds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5110605319348073064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342519658527933891/posts/default/5110605319348073064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alineprodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/headwinds.html' title='Headwinds'/><author><name>Aline Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797729666967516310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cG-_86AKkzY/TwvCVR7R1mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qlkQ1gn8SM0/s220/225775_1348378885997_1727097266_568892_7788948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
