<?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-2956453024872452410</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:46.541-02:00</updated><title type='text'>in wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-2790978515384419386</id><published>2010-07-27T04:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:48:56.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes é difícil pensar no que realmente sente. Estou entre a cruz e a espada. Em meio de idas e vindas, beijos e abraços surgiu a dúvida, meu coração se dividiu e nisso ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso junta-lo para então a dúvida ir. Não quero ter que escolher, não vou saber seguir a emoção e acabarei deixando a razão fluir, e eu sei o que ela quer e não deixa de ser certo, mas assim sairão mais feridos. Não quero deixar isso acontecer. Queria fugir, mas sei que isso não vai resolver nada. O jeito é seguir e dar um fim no que começou. Preciso aprender a seguir em frente sozinha, sem ter que depender do amor de outra pessoa.  Nunca passei por isso, mas sempre há uma primeira vez. De hoje em diante serei eu e eu mesma. Aprenderei a ir em frente de cabeça erguida, ou não, pois sei que vou sofrer muito, mas vou achar a cura para tanta dor. Vou ter que me levantar, juntar os pedaços, enxugar os olhos que em meio de tanta confusão se embaçaram em lágrimas tristes e dar o primeiro passo. Não será o passo da felicidade, mas será o passo da decisão, que espero que esteja certa. E quem sabe mais pra frente, algo me toque de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-2790978515384419386?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/2790978515384419386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=2790978515384419386' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/2790978515384419386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/2790978515384419386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-vezes-e-dificil-pensar-no-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-1990921181152753089</id><published>2009-07-15T01:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:31:54.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nada mais brilha, só ofusca cada vez mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-1990921181152753089?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/1990921181152753089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=1990921181152753089' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/1990921181152753089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/1990921181152753089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2009/07/nada-mais-brilha-so-ofusca-cada-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-2290982853296185877</id><published>2009-02-21T15:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:50:14.019-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria poder sorrir assim agora...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a única coisa que vejo são meus olhos embaçados de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de gritar mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder sumir, esvaziar um pouco a minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Poder pensar em outras coisas, pensar no MEU futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer dons meus que nunca testei.&lt;br /&gt;Poder conhecer o mundo com outros olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero secar meus olhos e viver minha vida como ela sempre foi.&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo me impede, algo quer que eu fique aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda não acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele brilho no olhar se foi.&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele amor se apagou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-2290982853296185877?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/2290982853296185877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=2290982853296185877' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/2290982853296185877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/2290982853296185877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2009/02/queria-poder-sorrir-assim-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-7226682255418459393</id><published>2009-02-19T19:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:32:14.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ele não tem medo.&lt;br /&gt;Age como se não houvesse amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Não me olha mais nos olhos. Não ouço mais elogios, não vejo mais aquele brilho no olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-7226682255418459393?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/7226682255418459393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=7226682255418459393' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/7226682255418459393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/7226682255418459393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2009/02/ele-nao-tem-medo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-6488758482334296802</id><published>2009-02-09T23:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:04:59.729-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou a hora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3kFMlfyMr4/SY-Jg_iVA9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Om--B38Jgjk/s1600-h/Chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3kFMlfyMr4/SY-Jg_iVA9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Om--B38Jgjk/s320/Chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300606486342599634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic, tac, tic, tac, tic, tac, tic, tac...&lt;br /&gt;Esse barulho me fará surtar.&lt;br /&gt;A chuva cai lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;As horas passam, os nervos atacam.&lt;br /&gt;A vontade cada vez maior.&lt;br /&gt;Maior, maior e maior.&lt;br /&gt;Não me toque, não ouse abrir a boca&lt;br /&gt;A lâmina gelada enconsta na pele branca e a machuca.&lt;br /&gt;O sangue pinga, a lágrima escorre&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa caí... caí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso vem, o olhar abaixa&lt;br /&gt;A morte chegou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-6488758482334296802?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/6488758482334296802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=6488758482334296802' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/6488758482334296802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/6488758482334296802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2009/02/tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac.html' title='Chegou a hora.'/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3kFMlfyMr4/SY-Jg_iVA9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Om--B38Jgjk/s72-c/Chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-7797028247936746030</id><published>2009-01-19T18:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:39:29.950-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acredite nas minha palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Confie em mim, sem temer.&lt;br /&gt;Minha missão aqui é cuidar de você.&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu anjo. Anjo da guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Posso te ver dormir. Posso te ver chorar e também posso te ver amar.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o que há dentro de você.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vi o que sente por aquela garota, aquela mesmo, do outro lado da rua.&lt;br /&gt;Sua vontade era de beijá-la ou pelo menos segurar sua mão por alguns instantes.&lt;br /&gt;Mais abra seu olhos, doce menino. Você vê?  Olhe direito.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela garota sou eu. Sim, sou eu...seu anjo!&lt;br /&gt;Segura minha mão agora, pois te guiarei ao melhor caminho. E não deixe que os obstáculos te impeçam de algo. Pois sempre haverá um dificil, mais que concerteza tu irá passa-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe nos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Você vê o que eu vejo nos seus?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a mais pura liberdade, o mais puro amor e o mais belo olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, meu anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, você agora é meu anjo. Tu cuidará de mim, como sempre cuidei de você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-7797028247936746030?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/7797028247936746030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=7797028247936746030' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/7797028247936746030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/7797028247936746030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2009/01/acredite-nas-minha-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-5146175092705287222</id><published>2009-01-10T07:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:31:49.519-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem de ouvir um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar a criança&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; livre&lt;/span&gt;, alegre e simples&lt;br /&gt;que mora dentro de cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;É ter maturidade pra falar: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu errei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É ter ousadia de dizer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me perdoe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É ter sensibilidade para expressar:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu preciso de você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É ter capacidade de dizer:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-5146175092705287222?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/5146175092705287222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=5146175092705287222' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/5146175092705287222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/5146175092705287222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2009/01/ser-feliz-no-ter-medo-dos-prprios.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2956453024872452410.post-5695099340077741296</id><published>2009-01-08T06:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:08:01.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3kFMlfyMr4/SWVfvpvltCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kbNKQkpagKU/s1600-h/DSC02136b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3kFMlfyMr4/SWVfvpvltCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kbNKQkpagKU/s200/DSC02136b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288738609680462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa mais bela.&lt;br /&gt;És a jóia mais rara.&lt;br /&gt;O brilho mais intenso do sol.&lt;br /&gt;A estrela mais bonita do céu.&lt;br /&gt;És a flor mais cheirosa.&lt;br /&gt;Esperarei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se lembra quando a gente chegou um dia acreditar que tudo era pra sempre, sem saber&lt;br /&gt;que o pra sempre, sempre acabaaa..." ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor...amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2956453024872452410-5695099340077741296?l=wakeupvern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/feeds/5695099340077741296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2956453024872452410&amp;postID=5695099340077741296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/5695099340077741296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2956453024872452410/posts/default/5695099340077741296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeupvern.blogspot.com/2009/01/coisa-mais-bela.html' title='Pra sempre...'/><author><name>Vanessa Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14279887147216984451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NNzNGmflHs/TsE15zJrp8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/mn8hFR2ZtvQ/s220/DSC03771pp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3kFMlfyMr4/SWVfvpvltCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kbNKQkpagKU/s72-c/DSC02136b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
