<?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-7584004730193897946</id><updated>2012-02-21T01:24:32.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Minha Dose Em Palavras!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8311041742410323027</id><published>2012-02-21T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T01:24:32.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Receio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-al9JJROHV5s/T0NiyA8TjdI/AAAAAAAACrY/fsXxKFMYIvo/s1600/DSC06227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-al9JJROHV5s/T0NiyA8TjdI/AAAAAAAACrY/fsXxKFMYIvo/s320/DSC06227.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou distante, estou&amp;nbsp;atônita&amp;nbsp;, observei&amp;nbsp;gerações&amp;nbsp;, me recordei de alguns momentos, de anos atras, tenho receio do presente em determinados momentos. bih murer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8311041742410323027?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8311041742410323027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/receio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8311041742410323027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8311041742410323027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/receio.html' title='Receio!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-al9JJROHV5s/T0NiyA8TjdI/AAAAAAAACrY/fsXxKFMYIvo/s72-c/DSC06227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5214429316518378673</id><published>2012-02-15T19:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T19:19:38.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CJDRfpzBK8/TzxxESXieLI/AAAAAAAACrM/MR-M8hUvNmI/s1600/221332_220126691337699_100000211095339_1040621_5806926_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CJDRfpzBK8/TzxxESXieLI/AAAAAAAACrM/MR-M8hUvNmI/s320/221332_220126691337699_100000211095339_1040621_5806926_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;afastada. a lembrança me acompanha!&lt;br /&gt;a minha dose em palavras alimenta a&amp;nbsp;atuação&amp;nbsp;da minha vida, as dores me cansam, mas continuo sorrindo! saudades das fotos! bi murer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5214429316518378673?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5214429316518378673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5214429316518378673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5214429316518378673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/broken.html' title='Broken!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CJDRfpzBK8/TzxxESXieLI/AAAAAAAACrM/MR-M8hUvNmI/s72-c/221332_220126691337699_100000211095339_1040621_5806926_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6469362375824494182</id><published>2012-02-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:19:34.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6iGiSuQPzU/TzPx_2dMlPI/AAAAAAAACrE/k0ivUMJcDCk/s1600/309003_304944769522557_100000211095339_1473893_232422766_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6iGiSuQPzU/TzPx_2dMlPI/AAAAAAAACrE/k0ivUMJcDCk/s320/309003_304944769522557_100000211095339_1473893_232422766_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;qualquer palavra que eu disser, sempre vai ter o mesmo significado pra vc!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;qualquer foto que eu tirar vc vai enchergar o mesmo olhar! bih murer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6469362375824494182?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6469362375824494182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6469362375824494182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6469362375824494182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-it-all.html' title='take it all'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6iGiSuQPzU/TzPx_2dMlPI/AAAAAAAACrE/k0ivUMJcDCk/s72-c/309003_304944769522557_100000211095339_1473893_232422766_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1185347251557751855</id><published>2012-02-02T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:05:23.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modo de pensar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRTNd_klGpA/TyskZPNvtoI/AAAAAAAACq0/9vFuqnCRh3o/s1600/DSC05882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRTNd_klGpA/TyskZPNvtoI/AAAAAAAACq0/9vFuqnCRh3o/s320/DSC05882.JPG" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor também é muitas vezes uma espécie de estado sentimental, extremamente descarnizado, puramente espiritual. é por isso então que eu evito a palavra amor! Maysa!&lt;div&gt;O amor não é pra qualquer coração! O meu já está com cicatriz! BiH Murer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1185347251557751855?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1185347251557751855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/modo-de-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1185347251557751855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1185347251557751855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/02/modo-de-pensar.html' title='Modo de pensar!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRTNd_klGpA/TyskZPNvtoI/AAAAAAAACq0/9vFuqnCRh3o/s72-c/DSC05882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7502662675327043550</id><published>2012-01-29T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:04:11.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7NYDemC86s/TyVf0QGXkxI/AAAAAAAACqk/orE4ZC3eGYY/s1600/378739_335210373162663_100000211095339_1591350_1322680918_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7NYDemC86s/TyVf0QGXkxI/AAAAAAAACqk/orE4ZC3eGYY/s320/378739_335210373162663_100000211095339_1591350_1322680918_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A minha saudade muda!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ainda não sei a&amp;nbsp;sensação&amp;nbsp;da volta! Mas saberei, talvez leve mais tempo do que imaginei, mas acho q sentirei!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os sorrisos são outros , porém mais presentes e constantes, sejam os meus ou das pessoas &amp;nbsp;á minha volta!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É , o tempo surpreende quando nos cansamos de esperar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Está sendo um longo dia! longas noites!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensar em &amp;nbsp;algo mesmo tentando fazer o mesmo, ainda não é a mesma coisa se fosse vc. talvez se eu tivesse falado, ou feito mais do que ja fiz, mas não adiantaria, a sua alegria e a sua vida hj, não está ligada á &amp;nbsp;minha, sempre terei vc comigo! ainda estou com a sensação de vazio! mesmo querendo ter mágoa ,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;consigo ter!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero rever algum dia! Acho que as novidades na sua vida vão te surpreender, não vou estar perto, mas estarei aqui sempre!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A minha sombra sorri!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fabiana Murer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7502662675327043550?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7502662675327043550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7502662675327043550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7502662675327043550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/shadow.html' title='shadow'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7NYDemC86s/TyVf0QGXkxI/AAAAAAAACqk/orE4ZC3eGYY/s72-c/378739_335210373162663_100000211095339_1591350_1322680918_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8117278550108017364</id><published>2012-01-25T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:42:31.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela guia! My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28zqLA3Pxeg/TyED-1KmL7I/AAAAAAAACqc/I7J7g-oclJg/s1600/279922_262330387117329_100000211095339_1276583_6377968_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28zqLA3Pxeg/TyED-1KmL7I/AAAAAAAACqc/I7J7g-oclJg/s320/279922_262330387117329_100000211095339_1276583_6377968_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabe aqueles tempos, estão aqui, talvez eu apenas queira ter um abraço sem fim. você andou escondida, e eu aqui aparecendo com o tempo para a solidão. Ouvi vc falar das suas coisas, não entendo &amp;nbsp;ainda a saudade que existe, vc anda tão distante, agora o tempo me leva pra longe! vc foi &amp;nbsp;pra mim&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;nesse lugar de&amp;nbsp;ninguém! a distancia tao perto separou oq era tao lindo! mas acho que mesmo despertando outros dias ainda vou gostar de saber das suas coisas mesmo&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;fazendo mais parte delas! sinto a falta das sinceras mentiras e das sinceras risadas e do cheiro diferente d e cada perfume dos dias que vivemos em nossa amizade diferente! adeus silencio! Fabiana &amp;nbsp;Murer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8117278550108017364?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8117278550108017364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/estrela-guia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8117278550108017364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8117278550108017364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/estrela-guia.html' title='Estrela guia! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RnhlbvhK3uc/TxuIOVqiN2I/AAAAAAAACqU/epBuW_-xeUo/s1600/DSC05278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RnhlbvhK3uc/TxuIOVqiN2I/AAAAAAAACqU/epBuW_-xeUo/s320/DSC05278.JPG" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu mundo nao está normal..aquele abraço faz tempo que nao tenho ..o sol nao brilha.. a estrela ta sozinha &amp;nbsp;eu eu nao to refletindo mais naquela lago! &amp;nbsp;fabiana murer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4881591226874271402?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4881591226874271402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4881591226874271402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4881591226874271402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/like-you.html' title='like you!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RnhlbvhK3uc/TxuIOVqiN2I/AAAAAAAACqU/epBuW_-xeUo/s72-c/DSC05278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6812670581530779961</id><published>2012-01-21T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:20:07.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que seja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbKsgPH0yew/Tyt8hnmkDBI/AAAAAAAACq8/fO-xotqmKLY/s1600/DSC05261-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbKsgPH0yew/Tyt8hnmkDBI/AAAAAAAACq8/fO-xotqmKLY/s320/DSC05261-001.JPG" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu gosto tanto de você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;que até prefiro esconder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;deixa assim ficar subentendido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;é uma idéia que existe na cabeça e não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;tem a melhor pretenção de acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;pois que seja fraqueza então,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;A alegria que me dá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;isso vai sem eu dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;e se amanhã não for nada disso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;caberá só a mim esquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;e eu vou sobreviver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;O que eu ganho e o que eu perco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ninguém precisa saber . lulu santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6812670581530779961?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6812670581530779961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6812670581530779961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6812670581530779961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-seja.html' title='Que seja!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbKsgPH0yew/Tyt8hnmkDBI/AAAAAAAACq8/fO-xotqmKLY/s72-c/DSC05261-001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-3617545238160840547</id><published>2012-01-21T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T07:23:17.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Acabou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHbY0uPwXNg/TxrYRt-MJJI/AAAAAAAACqE/egQL5QUtxDw/s1600/DSC05685-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHbY0uPwXNg/TxrYRt-MJJI/AAAAAAAACqE/egQL5QUtxDw/s320/DSC05685-001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei se terei a coragem de falar exatamente o que eu sinto, &amp;nbsp;senti e sentirei, mas sei que irei ver e falar. &amp;nbsp;A noticia de saber da sua felicidade me deixou feliz, ir e deixar algo que já estava distante acaba comigo,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;vivi pouca coisa, vivemos muita coisa, aprendemos muita coisa, nessa história não tem pouco,&amp;nbsp;aprendi&amp;nbsp;a falar eu te amo também em resposta ao seu eu te amo! ta dispersa a história mas está intacta em mim e estará! Muitos anos aqui, e muitos dias sozinha, o medo de ficar sem razão tomou conta, darei um passo. Saudades do que foi e do que poderia ter sido! te amo pessoinha!! bih murer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-3617545238160840547?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/3617545238160840547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-acabou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3617545238160840547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3617545238160840547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-acabou.html' title='Não Acabou!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHbY0uPwXNg/TxrYRt-MJJI/AAAAAAAACqE/egQL5QUtxDw/s72-c/DSC05685-001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1508025151083092061</id><published>2012-01-19T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:36:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you dont go away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X9HoJHVNU8/Txj8WmBSrnI/AAAAAAAACp8/pAKwMaPpEro/s1600/w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X9HoJHVNU8/Txj8WmBSrnI/AAAAAAAACp8/pAKwMaPpEro/s320/w.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não da pra deixar as inconstâncias atrapalharem 6 anos! sinto saudades das saudade que sentia!! uma parte em mim foi curada por vc! thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1508025151083092061?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1508025151083092061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-dont-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1508025151083092061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1508025151083092061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-dont-go-away.html' title='you dont go away!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X9HoJHVNU8/Txj8WmBSrnI/AAAAAAAACp8/pAKwMaPpEro/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6402385168197902353</id><published>2012-01-18T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:28:44.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases feitas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmIA_m0Sdqw/TxdVjvEP-rI/AAAAAAAACp0/58BnmXcAmGI/s1600/booculos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmIA_m0Sdqw/TxdVjvEP-rI/AAAAAAAACp0/58BnmXcAmGI/s320/booculos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é muito mais do que&amp;nbsp; as escolhas que fazemos, é, porque sempre tem alguem que interrompe ou se intromete, ou mete os pés pelas mãos, nem toda teoria montada e ditados populares fazem a vida ser o que ela é. A vida não tem uma definiçao lógica e concreta, ela vai acontecendo, e vamos vivendo, nao se sabe o futuro, imagina-se o futuro mas nunca é exatamente como imaginamos, pode vir a ser parecido mas nunca igual á sonhos! isso nao se chama pessimismo é realismo puro! A verdade é que as pessoas tem medo de encarar a verdade. E viver melhor é ser quem vc realmente é, nunca sendo ou querendo ser alguém que vc conviva ou observa para parecer igual, não&amp;nbsp; existe nada tão decadente do que querer ser o que não somos, a nossa individualidade e personalidade é que nos torna algo ou alguem divertido ou não, o que seja!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A vida é muito mais que pequenas frases montadas! Bih MURER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6402385168197902353?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6402385168197902353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/frases-feitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6402385168197902353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6402385168197902353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/frases-feitas.html' title='Frases feitas!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmIA_m0Sdqw/TxdVjvEP-rI/AAAAAAAACp0/58BnmXcAmGI/s72-c/booculos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1143471660316768960</id><published>2012-01-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:27:06.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss u!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gym5QV1y3ts/TxPDAHFjgYI/AAAAAAAACps/Q52D9jfeE7o/s1600/bipra%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gym5QV1y3ts/TxPDAHFjgYI/AAAAAAAACps/Q52D9jfeE7o/s320/bipra%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei mais esperar como há algum tempo, sinto a falta de quem possivélmente nao sente mais a minha! É&amp;nbsp; um amor diferente, sinto falta de sentir saudades curtas sua! A minha saudade é longa agora! Ainda estou aqui, mas posso nao estar mais! ainda espero sua visita! guardo comigo os momentos, as risadas e os pensamentos! I just wanna see you happy! Até algum dia! I hope! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que eu tenho de vc são lembranças! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend! Mlgb!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1143471660316768960?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1143471660316768960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1143471660316768960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1143471660316768960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-it.html' title='Miss u!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gym5QV1y3ts/TxPDAHFjgYI/AAAAAAAACps/Q52D9jfeE7o/s72-c/bipra%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5774547435393789265</id><published>2012-01-13T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:13:27.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu passado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/awi1Wz-Sd-Q/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/awi1Wz-Sd-Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/awi1Wz-Sd-Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desde os 15 anos! first love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5774547435393789265?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5774547435393789265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5774547435393789265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5774547435393789265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-passado.html' title='Meu passado!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1979349099516142370</id><published>2011-12-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:35:20.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HtUzSW0jGQ/TvYbPweuJtI/AAAAAAAACpk/d2dme-_KgQQ/s1600/314741_305095299507504_100000211095339_1474278_1767296485_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HtUzSW0jGQ/TvYbPweuJtI/AAAAAAAACpk/d2dme-_KgQQ/s320/314741_305095299507504_100000211095339_1474278_1767296485_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que serão dos sonhos que fizemos? aonde estarão os amigos no decorrrer do ano&amp;nbsp; seguinte?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu queria levar vc comigo! mas mal sei aonde vc está! aonde vamos colocar nossas expectativas. no fim de uma estrada e esperar que nao seja atropelada! eu só consigo ser eu mesma quando eu escrevo sobre a vida, sobre vc, sobre alguem, sobre mim. se existe um fim? provavelmente. mas ainda estou no meu meio de um início meio confuso e com um fim desconhecido, o futuro é do amanha! me lembro ainda das cançoes que ouvimos, dos planos, mas a vida segue e os planos sao desfeitos, nem tudo que se planeja é 100% certo! prefiro nao planejar, apenas viver, eu vivo em vc, eu vivo na vida ;eu estou aqui! escutando meu próprio grito e calando os fogos de artifícios! as vezes a vida em preto e branco é mais intensa! sigo!! fabiana murer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1979349099516142370?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1979349099516142370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/feriado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1979349099516142370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1979349099516142370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/feriado.html' title='Feriado!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HtUzSW0jGQ/TvYbPweuJtI/AAAAAAAACpk/d2dme-_KgQQ/s72-c/314741_305095299507504_100000211095339_1474278_1767296485_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6610844538827009531</id><published>2011-12-23T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:22:33.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me lembra um tempo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/KioVQnTozeE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KioVQnTozeE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KioVQnTozeE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6610844538827009531?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6610844538827009531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6610844538827009531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6610844538827009531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Song!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1388495663678949241</id><published>2011-12-23T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:19:19.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont lost me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqnm6yqWlYM/TvThpMqHXxI/AAAAAAAACpY/-bxtGInmyko/s1600/307189_308887899128244_100000211095339_1489253_1138221661_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqnm6yqWlYM/TvThpMqHXxI/AAAAAAAACpY/-bxtGInmyko/s320/307189_308887899128244_100000211095339_1489253_1138221661_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nossos olhos já se olharam de modo diferente! Nossos coraçoes já foram magoados e um de nós sempre tenta continuar! porque&amp;nbsp; o que é tão simples nos filmes&amp;nbsp; é tão complicado na realidade? você soube me curar um&amp;nbsp;pouco e eu te devo a minha cura! te pago com saudade! te garanto uma parte da minha vida! te dou meu tempo quando a sua calma faltar! sentimos falta de nós ! BIh murer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1388495663678949241?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1388495663678949241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-dont-lost-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1388495663678949241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1388495663678949241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-dont-lost-me.html' title='You dont lost me!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqnm6yqWlYM/TvThpMqHXxI/AAAAAAAACpY/-bxtGInmyko/s72-c/307189_308887899128244_100000211095339_1489253_1138221661_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2791080865379003241</id><published>2011-12-20T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:04:58.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sonho mais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhmG0eIgHAU/TvCx-rUXNzI/AAAAAAAACpM/AJxhjzWxKP8/s1600/PQAAAAfvtM22JjQYrTYLSxnX2WqrvLAcfPTela2Dsd3_E6LBbV0wcagXyKg1YBLkOt7fO3Jyjbs9pDmHKMdlxW-c0AYAm1T1UKmyKtUY6n716Kh1xSUY5xxSouB8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhmG0eIgHAU/TvCx-rUXNzI/AAAAAAAACpM/AJxhjzWxKP8/s320/PQAAAAfvtM22JjQYrTYLSxnX2WqrvLAcfPTela2Dsd3_E6LBbV0wcagXyKg1YBLkOt7fO3Jyjbs9pDmHKMdlxW-c0AYAm1T1UKmyKtUY6n716Kh1xSUY5xxSouB8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida é um sonho de olhos abertos! Fabiana murer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2791080865379003241?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2791080865379003241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sonho-mais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2791080865379003241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2791080865379003241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sonho-mais.html' title='Não sonho mais!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhmG0eIgHAU/TvCx-rUXNzI/AAAAAAAACpM/AJxhjzWxKP8/s72-c/PQAAAAfvtM22JjQYrTYLSxnX2WqrvLAcfPTela2Dsd3_E6LBbV0wcagXyKg1YBLkOt7fO3Jyjbs9pDmHKMdlxW-c0AYAm1T1UKmyKtUY6n716Kh1xSUY5xxSouB8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5047950992786964952</id><published>2011-12-12T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:34:25.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos! saudades! ausentes e presentes! new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PW3xMDwT1-E/TubHcP9N8hI/AAAAAAAACo8/lD8cPT_Mr6Y/s1600/DSC03030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PW3xMDwT1-E/TubHcP9N8hI/AAAAAAAACo8/lD8cPT_Mr6Y/s320/DSC03030.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mais uma vez vou aos meus amigos! longe! aonde me sinto bem, aonde lembram-se de mim! saudades de uma pessoinha daqui, mas ela está feliz! feliz ano novo pra vc carolaine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lorena, cidade aonde estao amigos que cedem o tempo pouco deles pra me ligar. pra saber se estou bem! amigos de longa data! amigos sempre! amizade me mantém viva! quando algumas vao se esvaindo eu tambem vou ficando menos! saudades e indo matar algumas! pra quem fica feliz ano novo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;be happy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love them all! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5047950992786964952?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5047950992786964952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/amigos-saudades-ausentes-e-presentes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5047950992786964952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5047950992786964952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/amigos-saudades-ausentes-e-presentes.html' title='Amigos! saudades! ausentes e presentes! new year!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PW3xMDwT1-E/TubHcP9N8hI/AAAAAAAACo8/lD8cPT_Mr6Y/s72-c/DSC03030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1659163491796643174</id><published>2011-12-08T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:34:47.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxyoIGYlJc4/TuE7F1ST9iI/AAAAAAAACo0/8xv-0D2rZDg/s1600/DSC04569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxyoIGYlJc4/TuE7F1ST9iI/AAAAAAAACo0/8xv-0D2rZDg/s320/DSC04569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje queria escrever, mas nao quero! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1659163491796643174?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1659163491796643174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1659163491796643174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1659163491796643174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-today.html' title='Not today!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxyoIGYlJc4/TuE7F1ST9iI/AAAAAAAACo0/8xv-0D2rZDg/s72-c/DSC04569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7529153904041716322</id><published>2011-12-04T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:54:23.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZX8w5TSwI/Ttx4bMhd1aI/AAAAAAAACos/CzDi_l8gWWA/s1600/DSC04753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZX8w5TSwI/Ttx4bMhd1aI/AAAAAAAACos/CzDi_l8gWWA/s320/DSC04753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;alone with my words&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ás vezes as surpresas me assustam! como é possivel falar de alguem e no mesmo dia algo sobre esse alguem aparecer, seja de que modo for essa apariçao! tenho medo de surpresas! realmente nao gosto! talvez eu nao saiba mais lidar com muitas sensaçoes! apenas convivo com o silencio! Mesmo gritante é silencioso o meu espaço! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7529153904041716322?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7529153904041716322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7529153904041716322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7529153904041716322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-words.html' title='my words!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZX8w5TSwI/Ttx4bMhd1aI/AAAAAAAACos/CzDi_l8gWWA/s72-c/DSC04753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8487860569883978475</id><published>2011-12-04T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:45:14.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaios! saudades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0hKDFV4qng/Ttx1uW6TSiI/AAAAAAAACoc/a8-y0I3oM00/s1600/miii.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0hKDFV4qng/Ttx1uW6TSiI/AAAAAAAACoc/a8-y0I3oM00/s320/miii.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu cantava&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vDdLikUQ-0/Ttx19K4S-VI/AAAAAAAACok/8LvjUsFKf4Y/s1600/pha295000038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vDdLikUQ-0/Ttx19K4S-VI/AAAAAAAACok/8LvjUsFKf4Y/s200/pha295000038.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;vc tocava&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Infancia, jovens, 20 e poucos anos, eu pensava que isso era proibido, depois jovens, eu era arredia, e aos vinte anos, ja pensava diferente, aos vinte e poucos estivemos mais proximos devido a compromissos profissionais! nos ensaios eu pensava deveria agir como vc queria? ou ainda pensar no que tudo envolvia por um simples ato de vontade!? o jazz! ah ! o jazz! eu ja gostava, mas eu escuto sempre, porque me lembra vc, me faz lembrar da sua maluquice,&amp;nbsp; das coisas que vc pensava em fazer e eu sempre negava!dos ensaios que tinhamos q realizar antes dos eventos marcados!hj, ainda penso que deveria ter dado o beijo que tanto vc queria!&amp;nbsp; e eu em alguns momentos tbm! as vezes trocavamos olhares, e eles eram cheios, eram olhares com histórias!&amp;nbsp; olhares querendo alguma história maior! vc tem a sua vida, vc escolheu a sua vida e ela está&amp;nbsp; indo como vc imaginava? eu espero que sim! acho q tomei a decisao de nao dar um simples beijo, que de beijo nao tem nada de simples, porque sabia&amp;nbsp; que nao era a coisa certa! vc queria muito! ainda sinto os olhares mesmo depois de alianças! quase me enganei ao sentir alguma coisa na época em que ficavamos juntos devido á música! vc está na minha memória e porq nao no coraçao da minha vida! vc está nos meus escritos tbm! eu achei que nao consegueria escrever sobre vc! mas acho que por hj ta bom! bih murer! Os sentimentos sao estranhos! A Música me faz viver e aposto que te faz viver tbm!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8487860569883978475?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8487860569883978475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/ensaios-saudades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8487860569883978475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8487860569883978475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/ensaios-saudades.html' title='Ensaios! saudades!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0hKDFV4qng/Ttx1uW6TSiI/AAAAAAAACoc/a8-y0I3oM00/s72-c/miii.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1378422147109852996</id><published>2011-12-03T03:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T03:41:44.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqqVD9LLgNg/TtoK4Y7dEEI/AAAAAAAACoI/s5hPUuFERUw/s1600/DSC04768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqqVD9LLgNg/TtoK4Y7dEEI/AAAAAAAACoI/s5hPUuFERUw/s320/DSC04768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu apenas não entendo, não vivo, nao penso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dentro da minha mente eu entendo eu vivo eu penso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu vejo diferentes estrelas, elas escutam o silencio falante que grito aqui sozinha, acompanhada da música antiga que escuto&amp;nbsp; nos dias de hoje! Fabiana Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1378422147109852996?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1378422147109852996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1378422147109852996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1378422147109852996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/stars.html' title='STARS!!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqqVD9LLgNg/TtoK4Y7dEEI/AAAAAAAACoI/s5hPUuFERUw/s72-c/DSC04768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8310032900035829190</id><published>2011-12-03T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T03:34:13.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUATRO PAREDES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBaS2Bg81bY/TtoJKvAEYsI/AAAAAAAACn4/TzqCw8KxnL8/s1600/BIHH3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBaS2Bg81bY/TtoJKvAEYsI/AAAAAAAACn4/TzqCw8KxnL8/s320/BIHH3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achei que nao iria conseguir&amp;nbsp; escrever hoje, assim como não escreve esses dias, mas aqui escrevo mais uma vez esses escritos que alimentam meu espaço vazio! estou me cansando de escrever sobre a saudade, sobre perder alguem. e essas bobeiras sentimentais, que mesmo fugindo elas pegam a gente no pulo! ainda assim penso e tenho atitudes referentes a esses sentimentalismos&amp;nbsp; bem diferentes do que as pessoas comuns estão acostumadas a terem! afinal porque eu deixei que&amp;nbsp; rompessem aquela frieza q eu tinha. a culpada&amp;nbsp; está perto e longe! nao me arrependo&amp;nbsp; de ter sido mais, nao tenho arrependimentos! quando você ligou eu pensei , será? mas era mesmo! seja o que acontecer eu estarei aqui! eu e as minhas 4 paredes! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8310032900035829190?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8310032900035829190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/quatro-paredes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8310032900035829190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8310032900035829190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/12/quatro-paredes.html' title='QUATRO PAREDES!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBaS2Bg81bY/TtoJKvAEYsI/AAAAAAAACn4/TzqCw8KxnL8/s72-c/BIHH3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5096041585541141463</id><published>2011-11-27T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T03:25:27.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AINDA É?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46UIbI9KBY4/TtKG_bWWIpI/AAAAAAAACnw/3pov4xNsRMk/s1600/DSC04733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46UIbI9KBY4/TtKG_bWWIpI/AAAAAAAACnw/3pov4xNsRMk/s320/DSC04733.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;ELA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixou em mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ficou em mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; foi pra mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ainda é?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;acho que sempre vai ser uma lembrança!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se eu me arrependo de tentar ser transparente?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;um pouco, quase levo uma rasteira maior!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;é bom ser do jeito que sou! nao da pra me enganar! vc preencheu meu silencio, e ainda preenche distante!&amp;nbsp; saudade litlle girl blue!bi murer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5096041585541141463?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5096041585541141463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/ainda-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5096041585541141463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5096041585541141463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/ainda-e.html' title='AINDA É?'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46UIbI9KBY4/TtKG_bWWIpI/AAAAAAAACnw/3pov4xNsRMk/s72-c/DSC04733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6213571896068117004</id><published>2011-11-21T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:44:17.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esconder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwMLd3ZlOug/TsoqIIofaEI/AAAAAAAACno/lP-SLWGnj5Y/s1600/DSCF4733-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="334" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwMLd3ZlOug/TsoqIIofaEI/AAAAAAAACno/lP-SLWGnj5Y/s400/DSCF4733-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queria poder me esconder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas, se eu me esconder eu sei quem eu vou achar;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;vou achar a solidão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nao quero mais achar a solidão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nao tenho mais a calma de antes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nao falo de solidÃo de amores,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;falo de solidão total; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;essa solidao eu tenho medo, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dela, eu quero me esconder;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nao tenho a necessidade da maioria de querer um abrigo no amor;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;o amor nao precisa se esconder dele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ele acontece e pronto; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nao necessariamente igual a historias que se repetem;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nao existe uma unica maneira de amar;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;assim , tambem, nao existe um unico tipo de solidÃo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nao preciso que as pessoas concordem comigo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu concordando comigo e meu coração e mente estando mais ou menos de acordo, eu posso me esconder sem medo! Fabiana MURER! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6213571896068117004?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6213571896068117004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/esconder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6213571896068117004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6213571896068117004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/esconder.html' title='Esconder!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwMLd3ZlOug/TsoqIIofaEI/AAAAAAAACno/lP-SLWGnj5Y/s72-c/DSCF4733-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7155792172631048061</id><published>2011-11-21T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:12:29.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbsRnQyX6Zo/Tsojb7GbNSI/AAAAAAAACng/s5uMOfDGLo0/s1600/DSC04762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbsRnQyX6Zo/Tsojb7GbNSI/AAAAAAAACng/s5uMOfDGLo0/s320/DSC04762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando algo começa a ficar ou ser estranho? afinal em que regras conclui-se que algo ou alguém seja estranho? escrever sobre isso ja é estranho. será que isso significa que eu sou uma pessoa estranha? ou apenas mais uma escritora maluca solitária que tem pensamentos considerados feministas demais? sao perguntas malucas que jamais desvendarão o que é ou nao estranho! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7155792172631048061?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7155792172631048061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/stranger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7155792172631048061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7155792172631048061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/stranger.html' title='Stranger?'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbsRnQyX6Zo/Tsojb7GbNSI/AAAAAAAACng/s5uMOfDGLo0/s72-c/DSC04762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1784835168713605819</id><published>2011-11-17T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:31:19.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou  O  que Sou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEgH3ALr1uY/TsX7oEBvFSI/AAAAAAAACnY/EsK8bHu2oPE/s1600/DSC04765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEgH3ALr1uY/TsX7oEBvFSI/AAAAAAAACnY/EsK8bHu2oPE/s320/DSC04765.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu nao me lembro! eu me esqueço, eu me esqueci em muitos anos, as dores nesses anos todos é que fazem lembrar do que eu sou e do que eu sinto! nao existe espaço pra outra coisa! eu atuo na realidade mesmo sendo realista demais! eu me desprendo do que nao é necessario se trancar! mesmo sendo maluco beleza, o que eu penso sobre muitas coisas , pra muitos pode ser arcaico, mas essa sou eu, esses sao meus pensamentos! nunca me revelarei por completo , ninguem se revela totalmente, se algumas pessoas tem essa idéia de que nao esconde nada, de que nao tem medo de nada, ou qualquer coisa que as façam pensar q tem o controle de tudo, mentem! é mais facil mentir pra ser confiante! nao tem porque mentir! nao tem porque ser quem nao somos! sou o que eu sou, se nao entenderem, nao acho necessario! nao sou uma equaçao! sou apenas mais um alguém! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1784835168713605819?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1784835168713605819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/sou-o-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1784835168713605819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1784835168713605819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/sou-o-que-sou.html' title='Sou  O  que Sou!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEgH3ALr1uY/TsX7oEBvFSI/AAAAAAAACnY/EsK8bHu2oPE/s72-c/DSC04765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4511973219394967729</id><published>2011-11-17T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:17:47.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBLCJovrbzQ/TsWyG3DGUjI/AAAAAAAACnA/eHLEdZxv6_s/s1600/DSC04758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBLCJovrbzQ/TsWyG3DGUjI/AAAAAAAACnA/eHLEdZxv6_s/s320/DSC04758.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu acredito no que escrevi ha muitos anos! e acredito no que escrevo agora! eu penso e sinto nas veias as palavras que saem pra calar o grito que silencia a minha vida! nao quero ver receitas médicas ! nao quero ver tarjas! nao quero sentir&amp;nbsp; as dores constantes, a dor nos dedos ao digitar a perda da caligrafia por tremer demais!quero continuar a ler os mesmos livros? será? a voz que mudou e nao consigo cantar mais! nao quero mais! o meu querer basta? deveria! Bi Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4511973219394967729?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4511973219394967729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4511973219394967729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4511973219394967729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/believe.html' title='Believe!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBLCJovrbzQ/TsWyG3DGUjI/AAAAAAAACnA/eHLEdZxv6_s/s72-c/DSC04758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1189039601804629986</id><published>2011-11-17T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:19:59.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realismo insensato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cDxONFogkY/TsWyk6p23QI/AAAAAAAACnI/XtixFG93yJQ/s1600/DSC04750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cDxONFogkY/TsWyk6p23QI/AAAAAAAACnI/XtixFG93yJQ/s320/DSC04750.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os velhos tempos nao vao mais ser esperança de novos dias! os mesmos olhos que veem o azul do céu ficando cinza, sao OS mesmos olhos que veem o céu nem nenhuma nuvem! nada é sempre a mesma coisa! eu nao escrevo as mesmas coisas, se parecem com algo que ja escrevi, o pensamento q envolve as novas palavras sao outros!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wAS&amp;nbsp; a time! houve um tempo! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1189039601804629986?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1189039601804629986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/realismo-insensato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1189039601804629986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1189039601804629986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/realismo-insensato.html' title='Realismo insensato!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cDxONFogkY/TsWyk6p23QI/AAAAAAAACnI/XtixFG93yJQ/s72-c/DSC04750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4548886194041172769</id><published>2011-11-17T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:39:39.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDwaPIM5Ja0/TsWpKxzYAYI/AAAAAAAACmo/Q76DHwQeKbQ/s1600/DSC04731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDwaPIM5Ja0/TsWpKxzYAYI/AAAAAAAACmo/Q76DHwQeKbQ/s320/DSC04731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesmo querendo falar o silêncio predomina! Fabiana Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4548886194041172769?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4548886194041172769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4548886194041172769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4548886194041172769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/11/speak.html' title='SPEAK!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDwaPIM5Ja0/TsWpKxzYAYI/AAAAAAAACmo/Q76DHwQeKbQ/s72-c/DSC04731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7497771654972179263</id><published>2011-10-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:01:14.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd-UNurQ1gg/TqpTEelSpTI/AAAAAAAAClY/Xr83NZ52daw/s1600/DSC04340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd-UNurQ1gg/TqpTEelSpTI/AAAAAAAAClY/Xr83NZ52daw/s400/DSC04340.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Traduzir-se&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nara Leão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma parte de mim é todo mundo&lt;br /&gt; Outra parte é ninguém &lt;br /&gt; Fundo sem fundo&lt;br /&gt; Uma parte de mim é multidão&lt;br /&gt; Outra parte estranheza e solidão &lt;br /&gt; Uma parte de mim, pesa&lt;br /&gt; Pondera&lt;br /&gt; Outra parte, delira&lt;br /&gt; Uma parte de mim almoça e janta&lt;br /&gt; Outra parte se espanta&lt;br /&gt; Uma parte de mim é permanente&lt;br /&gt; Outra parte se sabe de repente&lt;br /&gt; Uma parte de mim é só vertigem&lt;br /&gt; Outra parte, linguagem&lt;br /&gt; Traduzir uma parte noutra parte&lt;br /&gt; Que é uma questão de vida ou morte&lt;br /&gt; Será arte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7497771654972179263?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7497771654972179263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/identidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7497771654972179263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7497771654972179263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/identidade.html' title='Identidade!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd-UNurQ1gg/TqpTEelSpTI/AAAAAAAAClY/Xr83NZ52daw/s72-c/DSC04340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-176153124669420607</id><published>2011-10-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:12:23.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88M9zgO0Tng/Tqj1uvuyB-I/AAAAAAAAClQ/H1RzCn5YOXU/s1600/DSC06062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88M9zgO0Tng/Tqj1uvuyB-I/AAAAAAAAClQ/H1RzCn5YOXU/s400/DSC06062.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aqui;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, eu nao vivo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, eu permaneço;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui eu sinto saudade;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, sinto saudade do futuro;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui; sinto saudade do passado;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, sinto saudade do presente que nao sinto;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui , choro lágrimas silenciosas e gritantes;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, nao sou o que eu fui;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, atuo na realidade;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, vivo em constante permanencia,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, nao tenho nos braços o sol brilhante;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, nao tenho nas maos a lua que tanto amava;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; aqui, nao gosto do mesmo som dos carros na estrada logo ali;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui,eu vegeto;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, eu chorei um choro diferente;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, eu lidei com a perda;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui eu ganhei dores;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, eu nao pude rir;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui eu fotografei fotos que nao guardei;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui criei fotos que mantive;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui nao sou eu;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui, conto os dias;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui conheci a SAudade de vozes;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui eu cantei;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui eu parei de cantar;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AQUI. LÁ E AONDE SERÁ!! Fabiana Murer! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-176153124669420607?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/176153124669420607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/176153124669420607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/176153124669420607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/aqui.html' title='Aqui!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88M9zgO0Tng/Tqj1uvuyB-I/AAAAAAAAClQ/H1RzCn5YOXU/s72-c/DSC06062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-9150947478749881093</id><published>2011-10-24T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:07:18.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depósito de sentimentos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnlx3vFKvdo/TqUcoPUKBRI/AAAAAAAAClI/Qu-s9lCcp4U/s1600/DSC04300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnlx3vFKvdo/TqUcoPUKBRI/AAAAAAAAClI/Qu-s9lCcp4U/s320/DSC04300.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guardo em mim sentimentos que não consigo exprimir, guardo comigo lágrimas que nao posso chorar. guardo comigo aquele sorriso que um dia irei dar, guardo comigo a amizade que algumas pessoas jogaram fora. Mantenho em mim a força que nao sinto, mantenho em mim a coragem com medo,mantenho e guardo comigo a mentira que nao consegui mentir. ESCONDO em mim a sombra com a luz de um sol que nem sempre ilumina.Eu guardo, eu saio, eu exponho.Eu mantenho as palavras que escrevo e assino meu nome nas verdades que sinto ao me esconder e manter tudo guardado! livre , leve, solto, ainda que presa, sinto a liberdade chegando!Fabiana Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-9150947478749881093?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/9150947478749881093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/deposito-de-sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9150947478749881093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9150947478749881093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/deposito-de-sentimentos.html' title='Depósito de sentimentos!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnlx3vFKvdo/TqUcoPUKBRI/AAAAAAAAClI/Qu-s9lCcp4U/s72-c/DSC04300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4421716490209407992</id><published>2011-10-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:56:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renascer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lM2mLXnUqIg/Tp-33_VJwpI/AAAAAAAACkw/xmBPVLhG9B0/s1600/DSC04070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lM2mLXnUqIg/Tp-33_VJwpI/AAAAAAAACkw/xmBPVLhG9B0/s640/DSC04070.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu grito cala a minhavoz, meu silencio faz eco nas palavras que não disse. Meus dedos começam atravar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só então perceboque não há em mim em alguns momentos nem voz, nem grito, nem mão, não há osilencio e também não existe a agitação que deveria de existir pra me acordardo sono que não conheço, do sonho que realmente não consegue ser real. Eusimplesmente não existo por horas. E quando menos espero começo a surgir emforma de pensamentos, que me alimentam pra então criar a minha fisionomianovamente. Não sou eu que existo, eu vivo eu fico inerte, mas não consigocontrolar meu coração, porque esse nunca deixou de existir. Ele sempre existiu,mas em mim ele morreu por alguns anos, mas ele renasce, porque eu estou viva!Fabiana Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4421716490209407992?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4421716490209407992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/renascer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4421716490209407992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4421716490209407992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/renascer.html' title='Renascer!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lM2mLXnUqIg/Tp-33_VJwpI/AAAAAAAACkw/xmBPVLhG9B0/s72-c/DSC04070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7800068165977185643</id><published>2011-10-17T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:11:30.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade dolorida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFj1vATkcU/TpvjIbodfCI/AAAAAAAACkg/NpXoVKcHDtE/s1600/5397826422_bc50779ae3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFj1vATkcU/TpvjIbodfCI/AAAAAAAACkg/NpXoVKcHDtE/s320/5397826422_bc50779ae3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Direito de nao esconder a dor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Direito de sorrir! Quando?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um sorriso real!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7800068165977185643?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7800068165977185643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/realidade-dolorida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7800068165977185643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7800068165977185643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/realidade-dolorida.html' title='Realidade dolorida!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFj1vATkcU/TpvjIbodfCI/AAAAAAAACkg/NpXoVKcHDtE/s72-c/5397826422_bc50779ae3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1622455160282362664</id><published>2011-10-14T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:24:25.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desabafo da Loucura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EV63DJ6REE/TpiogSRI7aI/AAAAAAAACkY/yi7KtK_Tcy0/s1600/lou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EV63DJ6REE/TpiogSRI7aI/AAAAAAAACkY/yi7KtK_Tcy0/s320/lou.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu fugi por muitos anos dessa forma comum e normal de amar seja de que maneira for!eu tentei mudar! eu pensei que nao sendo tao fria seria melhor, mas pra que? pra ter decepçao? pra saber que nao importa o quanto você é sincera nas suas atitudes, em algum instante vc quebra a cara em mil cacos de vidros da vida!? aonde eu estou em mim? em que parte eu me perdi? será que errei em ser mais humana e menos et? me derrubaram , eu levantei, derrubam a pessoa q tento ser, mas a real eu sei que está em pé!aprender liçao? nao sei se&amp;nbsp; o que ja temos um pé atrás é aprender! eu nao sei o que eu estou escrevendo!!! nao ouso dizer oq eu queria realmente dizer em palavras! hoje nao! desculpas aceitas mesmo sem pedir! lagrimas nos meus olhos paradas! eu estou em um estado pausado! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1622455160282362664?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1622455160282362664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/loucura-desabafada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1622455160282362664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1622455160282362664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/loucura-desabafada.html' title='O Desabafo da Loucura!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EV63DJ6REE/TpiogSRI7aI/AAAAAAAACkY/yi7KtK_Tcy0/s72-c/lou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-9178286512898293630</id><published>2011-10-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:09:49.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é perceptivél!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_LTubhv_-k/TpOXQLaMkqI/AAAAAAAACkA/t6uVdgjJB9Y/s1600/DSC04165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_LTubhv_-k/TpOXQLaMkqI/AAAAAAAACkA/t6uVdgjJB9Y/s320/DSC04165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;O meu problema nao é perceptível&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nao fico triste com as pessoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu fico cansada por pessoas nao saberem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nao quero que saibam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tambem nao quero q deixem de saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na ansia de acertar meus passos eu erro a maioria deles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu luto, eu enfrento a mim mesma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a força acaba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a força volta empurrada por mim e por quem me ama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é dificil acreditar em amor quando nao nos amamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por mAIs estranho que seja meu modo de expressar as palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sao elas que fazem ser algo que nao sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forte sempre, alegre sempre e triste sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nao sou um total&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou uma equaçao nao resolvida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coitado do pitágoras!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exagero?? pra alguns!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra mim: anos que se perderam e eu estou caindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na queda eu caio em maos que me apoiam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na queda eu subo mais um degrau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nao voU desistir de mim, porque nao quero deixar de existir para as pessoas que me amam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se sao poucas? nao sei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a sinceridade eu sinto em algumas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cansada apenas! acho que tenho o direito de nao atuar pra viver a vida que levo na realidade!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; fabiana murer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-9178286512898293630?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/9178286512898293630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-e-perceptivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9178286512898293630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9178286512898293630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-e-perceptivel.html' title='Não é perceptivél!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_LTubhv_-k/TpOXQLaMkqI/AAAAAAAACkA/t6uVdgjJB9Y/s72-c/DSC04165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8867447126900681803</id><published>2011-10-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:05:13.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquecida na distância!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bOhMS4jnzA/To6WWfx3PvI/AAAAAAAACj8/ddIn0IbRn6c/s1600/DSC05033-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bOhMS4jnzA/To6WWfx3PvI/AAAAAAAACj8/ddIn0IbRn6c/s320/DSC05033-2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sinto os sintomas de saudades do que tenho por poucos dias, sintomas de saudades de risos distantes, sintomas de saudades de beijos dados e nao dados! saudades  do que está perto e do que está longe!estou cansando da distancia no meio da minha vida! bi murer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8867447126900681803?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8867447126900681803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/esquecida-na-distancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8867447126900681803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8867447126900681803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/esquecida-na-distancia.html' title='Esquecida na distância!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bOhMS4jnzA/To6WWfx3PvI/AAAAAAAACj8/ddIn0IbRn6c/s72-c/DSC05033-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7438708974359700482</id><published>2011-10-05T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:30:38.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O som do silêncio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyHo4ZlW1C4/To0gkOLhdLI/AAAAAAAACj4/Y0u7m0gO6WI/s1600/DSC04079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyHo4ZlW1C4/To0gkOLhdLI/AAAAAAAACj4/Y0u7m0gO6WI/s320/DSC04079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando escrevo deixo sempre um pedaço da minha vida, estou despedaçando em palavras!A loucura de ser qum eu sou não é a loucura de normal existente em muitas pessoas! afinal existe normalidade??? afinal existe algo que em alguma hora nao vai nos decepcionar?? se continuarmos sempre com essas dúvidas, sempre teremos perguntas sem respostas! viver a vida é nao se preocupar com dúvidas que nao precisam ser esclarecidas! tenho sempre a sensaçao de que estou sozinha! se isso me faz mal? nao sei! mas bem tambem nao faz!!existem momentos em que o silencio é um amigo! existe hora em que o silencio é um inimigo sem condiçao de vence-lo! minhas palavras e meu modo de escrever pode ser realista demais, mas se nao for real o que eu escreveria? sobre seres azuis??? acho que nao! me sinto sozinha aqui aonde vivo! sinto a falta de sorrisos! dos sons de risadas!! das músicas e dos gostos diferentes dos meus!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hoje escuto o som de criss botti!! fabiana murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7438708974359700482?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7438708974359700482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-som-do-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7438708974359700482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7438708974359700482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-som-do-silencio.html' title='O som do silêncio!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyHo4ZlW1C4/To0gkOLhdLI/AAAAAAAACj4/Y0u7m0gO6WI/s72-c/DSC04079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7176234189437442080</id><published>2011-09-28T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:12:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas em silêncio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01t1s7u7pjM/ToOvsvn7Q7I/AAAAAAAACj0/pax2gyHO9_c/s1600/DSC04126-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01t1s7u7pjM/ToOvsvn7Q7I/AAAAAAAACj0/pax2gyHO9_c/s320/DSC04126-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meio sorriso!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mesmo distante estou perto de pessoas que eu realmente amo! distante sinto falta! perto, mato a saudade que mata aos poucos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;queria eu ter super poderes em alguns momentos, mas os naturais poderes que possuo são fracos! ainda tento superar meus limites, algumas pessoas nao entendem determinadas atitudes que tenho ou a falta delas, é um modo de olhar, um silencio que vai e vem, são sintomas que escapam quando nao me vigio! não é possivél agradar todos! e eu ainda menos! tenho essa ferramenta natural nas mãos! acho que é mais fácil eu incomodar alguém do que agradar, posso sim estar pensando e escrecrevendo insanidades mas é como eu me sinto!bih murer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;disparo contra o sol...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;minha metralhadora cheia de mágoas...cazuza!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7176234189437442080?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7176234189437442080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagrimas-em-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7176234189437442080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7176234189437442080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagrimas-em-silencio.html' title='Lágrimas em silêncio!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01t1s7u7pjM/ToOvsvn7Q7I/AAAAAAAACj0/pax2gyHO9_c/s72-c/DSC04126-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1133272613879284858</id><published>2011-09-08T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:43:23.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTIR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM3_oeq9MfU/Tmi1g9DAGXI/AAAAAAAACjw/oamwEyj-fao/s1600/DSC06564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM3_oeq9MfU/Tmi1g9DAGXI/AAAAAAAACjw/oamwEyj-fao/s320/DSC06564.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not so far away from here!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a saudade me doi o meu peito corroi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aonde nao me esquecen irei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;penso, reflito, sinto. dor, atuo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ultrapasso limites fisicos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;é incrivel o fato de nao despertar falta ou seja la o nome que se dá a esse total esquecimento, como pode?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sei que nao sou interessante assim. mas nao sabia q as pessoas mentiam e mentem&amp;nbsp;pra si mesmas, e mudam deixando algumas simplesmente fora!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu entendo! sempre entendo! um dia aqui nao estarei. talvez ai seja a hora de alguem entender tbm!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;im going to my life! another life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;not so far away! im come back soon! fabiana murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1133272613879284858?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1133272613879284858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/partir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1133272613879284858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1133272613879284858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/partir.html' title='PARTIR!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM3_oeq9MfU/Tmi1g9DAGXI/AAAAAAAACjw/oamwEyj-fao/s72-c/DSC06564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-3968271341851822642</id><published>2011-09-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:18:52.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz4kuBwZyEQ/Tmc2vwlT-0I/AAAAAAAACjs/w71hwLMmX08/s1600/DSC03990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz4kuBwZyEQ/Tmc2vwlT-0I/AAAAAAAACjs/w71hwLMmX08/s320/DSC03990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;alone with my pains! walls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que eu sinto eu não ajo.&lt;br /&gt;O que ajo não penso.&lt;br /&gt;O que penso não sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Do que sei sou ignorante.&lt;br /&gt;Do que sinto não ignoro.&lt;br /&gt;Não me entendo e ajo como se entendesse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/clarice_lispector/"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-3968271341851822642?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/3968271341851822642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3968271341851822642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3968271341851822642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad.html' title='sad!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz4kuBwZyEQ/Tmc2vwlT-0I/AAAAAAAACjs/w71hwLMmX08/s72-c/DSC03990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6570428725007522084</id><published>2011-09-05T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:31:47.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iS12IYy6G4/TmVpQK6gETI/AAAAAAAACjo/DlTwNqbJ-SU/s1600/DSC03706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iS12IYy6G4/TmVpQK6gETI/AAAAAAAACjo/DlTwNqbJ-SU/s320/DSC03706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;going to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;place where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;come back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;! bi murer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6570428725007522084?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6570428725007522084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6570428725007522084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6570428725007522084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iS12IYy6G4/TmVpQK6gETI/AAAAAAAACjo/DlTwNqbJ-SU/s72-c/DSC03706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-366101149386133643</id><published>2011-09-04T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:34:26.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST DANCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k49_RIlVcq8/TmM33y7PH5I/AAAAAAAACjk/SItzCybl6IU/s1600/DSC05028-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k49_RIlVcq8/TmM33y7PH5I/AAAAAAAACjk/SItzCybl6IU/s320/DSC05028-1.JPG" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lonely dance!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Em  alguns momentos penso que mesmo gostando de varios generos de musicas,  como blues, jazz e rock classico até o bah e o bethoven, os russos e  italianos, aprecio a musica como a vida, mas em alguns momentos gostaria  apenas de ser uma eximia dançarina de tango ou cha cha cha! MAS EU SOU UMA ESCRITORA, PELO MENOS&amp;nbsp; DAN;CO NAS PALAVRAS E DO TANGO FAÇO MEUS PENSAMENTOS! bi murer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-366101149386133643?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/366101149386133643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/366101149386133643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/366101149386133643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-dance.html' title='JUST DANCE!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k49_RIlVcq8/TmM33y7PH5I/AAAAAAAACjk/SItzCybl6IU/s72-c/DSC05028-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4065529870351633612</id><published>2011-09-03T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:16:55.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desbloqueio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/5OUYptpCQJ8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OUYptpCQJ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OUYptpCQJ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ás vezes uma música, no meu caso sempre me leva á lugares e a respostas que nunca tive ou estive! é dificil pra mim ter uma boa impressao de mim mesma! nao consigo absorver elogios, talvez por sempre lidar com saudades, dores fisicas e e emocionais, sei q outras pessoas lidam com isso tbm! mas nada é igual a nada, temos nossa propria maneira e força para sentir ou suportar coisas, situaçoes, que seja! a questao aqui nao sao essas palavras q vc le, ou q nao leem ou q escrevo, e sim a pessoa q escreve, o estado em q ela se encontra quando escreve essas palavras ! existe um mundo aqui, pequeno, vazio e silencioso demais! ....eu ia escrever mais, porém nao sei agora o q escrever....pause ativado! Fabiana Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4065529870351633612?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4065529870351633612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/desbloqueio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4065529870351633612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4065529870351633612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/desbloqueio.html' title='Desbloqueio!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-3850900768908690577</id><published>2011-09-03T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T07:17:13.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nada!</title><content type='html'>bloqueio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-3850900768908690577?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/3850900768908690577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3850900768908690577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3850900768908690577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/nada.html' title='nada!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2094049302052861178</id><published>2011-09-02T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:22:53.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garota QUE GRITA silenciosamente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHxSTgtHqQU/TmCSSNJEJ8I/AAAAAAAACjg/fwvxnESCZ1U/s1600/bidedia+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHxSTgtHqQU/TmCSSNJEJ8I/AAAAAAAACjg/fwvxnESCZ1U/s200/bidedia+035.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="goog_1442464760"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1442464761"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;pra  nao ter um ponto de interrogaçao em algumas dúvidas minhas, eu nao  interrogo pra saber respostas eu exclamo e grito eque se dane os  vizinhos! bi murer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2094049302052861178?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2094049302052861178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/garota-que-grita-silenciosamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2094049302052861178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2094049302052861178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/09/garota-que-grita-silenciosamente.html' title='Garota QUE GRITA silenciosamente!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHxSTgtHqQU/TmCSSNJEJ8I/AAAAAAAACjg/fwvxnESCZ1U/s72-c/bidedia+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4643726652398864259</id><published>2011-08-28T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:18:08.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zckxcNQ8xM/TlnzxtNtSqI/AAAAAAAACjc/jcd6VliBgWs/s1600/DSC04423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zckxcNQ8xM/TlnzxtNtSqI/AAAAAAAACjc/jcd6VliBgWs/s200/DSC04423.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toda dor é silenciosa mesmo que ela cause gritos! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4643726652398864259?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4643726652398864259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4643726652398864259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4643726652398864259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/pain.html' title='pain!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zckxcNQ8xM/TlnzxtNtSqI/AAAAAAAACjc/jcd6VliBgWs/s72-c/DSC04423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8041569033828754334</id><published>2011-08-22T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:18:52.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeZmRHFcDns/TlNGPXuxQOI/AAAAAAAACjY/hu1fQRntLb8/s1600/dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeZmRHFcDns/TlNGPXuxQOI/AAAAAAAACjY/hu1fQRntLb8/s200/dd.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Silencio  é quando gritamos bem alto achando q não tem ninguém ouvindo, porque na  realidade estamos gritando por dentro, na loucura de que quem precisa  ouvir nosso grito irá escutar aonde quer que esteja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ultimamente  o silencio é constante no barulho da minha mente! tentar esquecer é uma  tarefa nao cumprida na maioria das vezes! penso , o que exatamente eu  ja teria feito se nao tivesse as palavras escritas por mim? aonde está  vazio estaria mais ainda? silencio, silencio! será que existe um meio  incomunicável pra gritar sem que ninguem que nao precise escute?  perguntas!!!!!o que eu escrevo reflete no espelho das vidas que leem?  silencio!eu tenho estafa de saudades, eu estou cansada de ficar aqui  sozinha em mundo cheio! estou em um lugar ainda desconhecido! quando eu  sorria as vezes por aqui, era bom, mas me pergunto: qual é o meu valor  real. será q temos algum valor pra pessoas q consideramos? porque  algumas pessoas te fazem ceder e depois somem e acham q nos satisfazemos  com a folga que tem!porque eu preciso sempre compreender? why? alguem  aqui no meu vazio exagerado me responda!!!!cade vc que nao vem mais  aqui!? cade vc que nao da risada sem motivo comigo? aonde eu estou na  sua vida!?se eu for embora farei falta?acompanhar vc nao é fácil, vc  some pra mim e aparece pra outra pessoa! eu te conheço um pouco, porq  ninguem é totalmente compreendido! mas eu tentei, eu tento! estou  cansada de ficar triste, mórbida! cansada de me acharem um mistério!  diferente!eu as vezes só queria um dia normal diferente da minha  anormalidade rotineira! eu gentilmente queria um abraço seu! a sua cia!  mas pelo visto eu nao tenho esse valor de poder ser uma cia pra vc. eu  sou um risco q vc nao quer correr por achar q perderá algo que talvez vc  ja saiba q nao tem! as vezes viver mentiras inventadas por nós é melhor  do q a realidade, pois eu digo eu prefiro a realidade mesmo querendo as  vezes manda-la pra longe do universo humano! ( seria pra pqp) mas pra  longe do universo humano soa melhor! eu apenas sinto a sua falta, estou  detestando o silencio, e preciso do grito mais alto possivel! aparece!  acho que mereço um risco! se nao mereço! obrigada! cara pessoa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;walls! paredessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! im tired of this!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;minha  vida nao é oq vc gosta! nao é oq estou gostando! eu preciso ir pro meu  planeta! se eu for, saiba q eu sim sentirei sua falta! de mim eu tbm nao  sinto! fabiana murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8041569033828754334?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8041569033828754334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8041569033828754334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8041569033828754334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='Me!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeZmRHFcDns/TlNGPXuxQOI/AAAAAAAACjY/hu1fQRntLb8/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6181091632253258277</id><published>2011-08-22T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:17:40.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suas coisas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFudfELibvo/TlNEpQfsTvI/AAAAAAAACjU/c3ZtHaiNbHM/s1600/DSC04399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFudfELibvo/TlNEpQfsTvI/AAAAAAAACjU/c3ZtHaiNbHM/s320/DSC04399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;suas coisas!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;saudades!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6181091632253258277?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6181091632253258277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/valor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6181091632253258277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6181091632253258277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/valor.html' title='suas coisas!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFudfELibvo/TlNEpQfsTvI/AAAAAAAACjU/c3ZtHaiNbHM/s72-c/DSC04399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6365677469069781046</id><published>2011-08-18T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:46:45.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu silencio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-u2zRWgXn8/Tk16EUNL78I/AAAAAAAACi0/5MDcrlEXEpE/s1600/DSC03803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-u2zRWgXn8/Tk16EUNL78I/AAAAAAAACi0/5MDcrlEXEpE/s320/DSC03803.JPG" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sensaçao da solidao nao é a mesma que um deserto.... é sensaçao de muitos silencios! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6365677469069781046?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6365677469069781046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-meu-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6365677469069781046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6365677469069781046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-meu-silencio.html' title='O meu silencio!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-u2zRWgXn8/Tk16EUNL78I/AAAAAAAACi0/5MDcrlEXEpE/s72-c/DSC03803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1812171475373030281</id><published>2011-08-15T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:15:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 ANOS! me livrei! agora sim vazia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYtK_jqtzS0/TkoOrywwvAI/AAAAAAAACiw/4APmBem6bO4/s1600/DSC03050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYtK_jqtzS0/TkoOrywwvAI/AAAAAAAACiw/4APmBem6bO4/s200/DSC03050.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me diz: eu to sentindo isso tudo sozinho, eu nao durmo, eu penso em vc sempre, oq eu vivi com vc, a inocencia que vivi com vc, eu vou guardar sempre comigo, mas eu preciso q vc me fale, vc entende nao entende? eu te amo, e doi em mim saber que vc nao me diz o mesmo. porque vc é assim? eu preciso ser livre, eu queria me prender em vc e eu estou preso, mas vc é assim, fria, nao fala oq sente, vc sente? seu beijo é verdadeiro? quando vc me ve, vc me encherga? eu nao canso de olhar pra vc, eu sei que vc enfrenta um ditador, eu sei! mas eu preciso ouvir vc dizendo: eu te amo! me diz.....resposta: eu nao consigo, eu sou cega vendo, ta vendo essa lagrima silenciosa caindo no meu rosto? eu nao sei descrever, o ditador pegou meus sentimentos, eu nao posso dizer oq vc quer q eu diga! eu vejo vc, penso, mas nao consigo falar oq vc me pede! ....Um dia vc vai me ver casado e nao será com vc, mas desde ja eu falo, me casarei com outra pessoa, mas o eu te amo será seu! resposta: silencio...um beijo....descida de escadas, chave no contato da jog, parada em uma rua e lagrimas caindo silenciosamente, doendo a garganta! perdi! tive e perdi!&amp;nbsp; ESSA FOI A UNICA VEZ QUE SENTI&amp;nbsp; QUE EU UM DIA AMEI ALGUÉM! HJ EU ESCREVO, NAO AMO, ESCREVO, NAO VIVO, ESCREVO, NAO SORRIO REALMENTE, ESCREVO! Ainda me lembro do teu olhar! vazia! fabiana murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1812171475373030281?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1812171475373030281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/15-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1812171475373030281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1812171475373030281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/15-anos.html' title='15 ANOS! me livrei! agora sim vazia!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYtK_jqtzS0/TkoOrywwvAI/AAAAAAAACiw/4APmBem6bO4/s72-c/DSC03050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8601807693300697092</id><published>2011-08-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:12:42.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXCZVUYGc-U/Tknt8EAx2kI/AAAAAAAACis/NeDlIrt0cqg/s1600/dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXCZVUYGc-U/Tknt8EAx2kI/AAAAAAAACis/NeDlIrt0cqg/s400/dd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ás vezes essa imagem está na nossa frente!fotografei!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A foto dos dragões brigando!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A razão!&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Qual será a razão. Quão&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;intenso é&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;o sentimento da união,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Convenhamos que é bem melhor estarmos juntos dos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Do que com a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Nesse lugar é assim, temos que ficar contentes, com pessoas diferentes, porém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;As desejadas e verdadeiras estão distantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Será que existe alguma razão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Será que determinadas coisas acontecem com algum propósito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Uma coisa eu sei, à distância nos proporciona, independência e descobertas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Talvez aí se encontre a razão. Fabiana Murer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8601807693300697092?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8601807693300697092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8601807693300697092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8601807693300697092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason.html' title='The reason!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXCZVUYGc-U/Tknt8EAx2kI/AAAAAAAACis/NeDlIrt0cqg/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2148726268046206463</id><published>2011-08-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:41:07.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kka2I1mVb8Y/TkloLhK3psI/AAAAAAAACiU/vsXMj1IB2Co/s1600/DSC05038-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kka2I1mVb8Y/TkloLhK3psI/AAAAAAAACiU/vsXMj1IB2Co/s320/DSC05038-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irBcYdiO1Fk/Tklnb24l1DI/AAAAAAAACiQ/qDrZxxzAlyA/s1600/DSC05036-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irBcYdiO1Fk/Tklnb24l1DI/AAAAAAAACiQ/qDrZxxzAlyA/s320/DSC05036-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o salto nao é meu amigo!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="caption" name="caption"&gt;DÚVIDAS!Precipitações mudam o sentido   da vida, muda o destino, é, porque, o destino pode ser mudado se   insistirmos no que é errado. Mas como vamos saber o que é e quando   estamos errados, acho que não sabemos.enfim nao sabemos todas as   respostas das nossas dúvidas, dúvidas sao traidoras! FABIANA MURER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2148726268046206463?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2148726268046206463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/duvidas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2148726268046206463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2148726268046206463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/duvidas.html' title='Dúvidas!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kka2I1mVb8Y/TkloLhK3psI/AAAAAAAACiU/vsXMj1IB2Co/s72-c/DSC05038-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1669311804791065074</id><published>2011-08-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:47:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cri silencieux interne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waPQwBQZ8SI/Tkhsg45-8oI/AAAAAAAACiI/InYYghxT8Nk/s1600/bibin+012-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waPQwBQZ8SI/Tkhsg45-8oI/AAAAAAAACiI/InYYghxT8Nk/s320/bibin+012-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Je voulais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ne pas avoir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tant de douleur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, je n'aurais pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;besoin de faire semblant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;que je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;vais bien.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ma douleur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;n'est pas évident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;la douleur que je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sens que mon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cri silencieux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;interne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu queria nao ter tantas dores, queria nao ter que fingir que estou bem. a minha dor nao é aparente! as dores que sinto calam meu grito interno! Fabiana Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1669311804791065074?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1669311804791065074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/cri-silencieux-interne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1669311804791065074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1669311804791065074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/cri-silencieux-interne.html' title='Cri silencieux interne!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waPQwBQZ8SI/Tkhsg45-8oI/AAAAAAAACiI/InYYghxT8Nk/s72-c/bibin+012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5908210603853682075</id><published>2011-08-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:43:01.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era pra estar em um outdoor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqRf5yWrCGU/TkWBU-cJChI/AAAAAAAACiE/wgegD7AZaqQ/s1600/DSC08780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqRf5yWrCGU/TkWBU-cJChI/AAAAAAAACiE/wgegD7AZaqQ/s400/DSC08780.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho a tendência de querer ser legal, ou de querer ser amiga demais, eu nao sei , mas na maioria das vezes a solidao que me responde ou diz , obrigado por ter sido minha amiga, obrigada por vc ser idiota, ou obrigada por vc ser tao lerda a ponto de gostar de ficar ai tao só! nao sei se a minha tendencia é masoquista ou se desde que me conheço por gente, sou assim. essa sou eu contem comigo! eu to aqui! o tempo nao gosta de mim e eu nem um pouco dele, porque quando quero que ele passe ele demora demais e quando quero q ele demore ele passa rapido demais. tenho tido dias inacabaveis, dias sofridos mas e dai fabiana? quem se preocupa com vc? a distancia? vc!!!? GRITO INTERNO! TIVE UMA CRISE DR RISO , E OQ EU QUERIA&amp;nbsp; ERA CHORAR MESMO! EXAGERO?&amp;nbsp; é melhor cada um viver a propria vida e carregar oq aguenta e nao falar:- nossa que exagero! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5908210603853682075?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5908210603853682075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/era-pra-estar-em-um-outdoor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5908210603853682075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5908210603853682075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/era-pra-estar-em-um-outdoor.html' title='Era pra estar em um outdoor!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqRf5yWrCGU/TkWBU-cJChI/AAAAAAAACiE/wgegD7AZaqQ/s72-c/DSC08780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7711526594708822793</id><published>2011-08-04T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:15:26.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/g7JQ0dM6VqE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7JQ0dM6VqE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7JQ0dM6VqE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia quando eu estiver talvez longe de tudo!talvez vc perceba realmente o quanto vc foi e será importante na minha história de vida! seja um capitulo do meu livro, seja um dos momentos reais que vivemos! se houver esse dia em que tudo se esclareça em vc e vc encontre as coisas que almeja. seja nas dúvidas que ainda tem, seja na total insegurança de achar que é segura. nao somos seguras! faz parte sermos inseguras em alguns momentos,afinal quem sabe tudo? quem viveu tudo? afinal o q é saber tudo? as perguntas sempre irão existir.e eu sempre estarei em vc, até mesmo se vc quiser saber o significado da palavra mais dificil do dicionário! mas hj nesse escrito deixo vc saber por si o significado de muitas palavras que envolvem oq ja vivemos! saudade, amizade, experiencia. risadas, desabafo, palavras verdadeiras,cumplicidade, sinceridade! love you girl! my diferent friend! bih murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7711526594708822793?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7711526594708822793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-you-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7711526594708822793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7711526594708822793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-you-girl.html' title='I miss you girl!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4288575599329492512</id><published>2011-08-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:17:31.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever me mantém viva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODDWRuoFxVQ/TjqtZ5XGXcI/AAAAAAAAChg/TW7UPFpVOK4/s1600/DSC05156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODDWRuoFxVQ/TjqtZ5XGXcI/AAAAAAAAChg/TW7UPFpVOK4/s200/DSC05156.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A minha verdade pode intimidar alguem, eu sei que pode  parecer mentira, mas nao vejo problemas nas verdades que eu vivo, nao  vejo ainda problema nas coisas que mantenho apenas pra mim e pra algumas  pessoas, possivelmente se outras souberem nao encarariam com total  clareza ou até mesmo aprovaçao, e mesmo assim principios os tenho.  parece brincadeira, gozaçao, algo do tipo mas nao é! nao sei ser oq  querem q eu seja pelas opnioes ou críticas, olhares que me seguem  comparando com a mesmisse das pessoas que por sinal eu nao paro pra  reparar. a individualidade existe e a sociabilidade faz parte de  qualquer ser humano maluco normal. houve um tempo que um oi da minha  boca era dificil de ser emitido, mas se eu hoje me sociabilizo bem em  diferentes tribos urbanas, porque eu ainda mantenho pessoas com a opniao  de que eu sou diferente, de que se intimidam comigo? que coisa é essa?  será que alguma nave vai vir me buscar e eu nao estou sabendo, clarice  lispector me ajuda aqui porque se até vc foi obrigada a se aceitar eu  estou vivendo o mesmo dilema e me aceito bem, obviamente com aquela  baixa estima que tanta gente me chinga!peguem a minha verdade e vivam a  mentira verdadeira que vcs acharem melhor! eu ainda acredito que penso  sim, diferente, mas eu ainda penso dentro de todos, a minha curiosidade  sobre tudo me toma tudo. eu ainda nao sei tudo! ainda bem! ainda nao  vivi tudo , ainda bem!e sim é possivel viver sem varias coisas e sim nao  é possivel viver sem certas coisas! apenas diferenciam-se de mente pra  outra mente! rasgar as minhas palavras em pedaços nao me faz mal. me  tira do inteiro que ainda nao sou! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4288575599329492512?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4288575599329492512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/escrever-me-mantem-viva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4288575599329492512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4288575599329492512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/08/escrever-me-mantem-viva.html' title='Escrever me mantém viva!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODDWRuoFxVQ/TjqtZ5XGXcI/AAAAAAAAChg/TW7UPFpVOK4/s72-c/DSC05156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8879430759965261618</id><published>2011-07-31T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:34:24.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me enchergar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj22bUVpdUA/Tjqt0-vnNSI/AAAAAAAAChk/AxXewNTk-nA/s1600/DSC05893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj22bUVpdUA/Tjqt0-vnNSI/AAAAAAAAChk/AxXewNTk-nA/s400/DSC05893.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caminhando no escuro, nao é necessario saber aonde eu vou, existe luz na minha mente, o amanha eu nao conheço e nao faço questao, pelo simples fato de que viver o presente é o melhor que tenho a fazer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ás vezes eu penso que a minha recusa em aceitar elogios vai passar um dia, mas esse dia nao chega, nao gosto do amanha! as comparaçoes ou recordaçoes que as pessoas que me conhecem fazem tambem nao acredito, ou é a atriz do filme 500 dias com ela, ou a amelie polan e as personagens de anime ou mangá! ja aprendi a conviver com a palavra diferente, quando alguem fica receoso em dizer o elogio dado a garota mulher considerada como padrao de beleza, sempre vem: nossa vc é diferente, sua beleza é diferente seu estilo, teu modo de agir e de conversar, sua tranquilidade, por esses e outros momentos ainda nao consigo enchergar em mim as qualidades que tenho. se isso é um defeito? é! e isso eu reconheço e enchergo! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8879430759965261618?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8879430759965261618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-enchergar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8879430759965261618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8879430759965261618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-enchergar.html' title='Me enchergar!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj22bUVpdUA/Tjqt0-vnNSI/AAAAAAAAChk/AxXewNTk-nA/s72-c/DSC05893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7813239883137636200</id><published>2011-07-31T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:35:15.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-607LFrXXSCw/TjUTl55QmoI/AAAAAAAAChM/9xaN68CfSQQ/s1600/DSC03692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-607LFrXXSCw/TjUTl55QmoI/AAAAAAAAChM/9xaN68CfSQQ/s400/DSC03692.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O  MEU SILENCIO VAI MATAR AS VOZES DO MEU CORAÇAO. O MEU AUTO CONTROLE VAI  DESCONTROLAR NA EMOÇAO, E AS LÁGRIMAS SECAS MOLHARAO MEU PALCO DE  ESCRITORA DE UMA PESSOA QUE AMA CANTAR, QUE A VOZ MUDOU, E QUE TENTA  SOBREVIVER À CADA DIA QUE SEGUE! BI MURER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7813239883137636200?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7813239883137636200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7813239883137636200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7813239883137636200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/silence.html' title='silence!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-607LFrXXSCw/TjUTl55QmoI/AAAAAAAAChM/9xaN68CfSQQ/s72-c/DSC03692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6845051643814514925</id><published>2011-07-30T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:54:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talvez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JBUdUAO7a0/Tjqu1k7441I/AAAAAAAACho/hLEvBcOoVa0/s1600/DSC09981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JBUdUAO7a0/Tjqu1k7441I/AAAAAAAACho/hLEvBcOoVa0/s320/DSC09981.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;talvez eu faça falta, talvez eu seja exagerada em dizer coisas e escrever coisas, mas se esse talvez fosse falado por poucas pessoas e se exagero nao existisse em mim qual seria o verdadeiro jeito de me expressar? uma pessoa me disse que pra me entender precisa ser como eu sou ou alem disso! que pra entender meu modo de olhar precisa ter o mesmo jeito de ver as coisas e no fim ser alguem diferente como eu sou! se isso é bom? NAO SEI! TALVEZ! SÓ ENCHERGO MEUS DEFEITOS, MAS NAO MUDARIA MEU MODO DE SER, AFINAL QUEM SERIA ? ALGUÉM UM DIA VAI DIZER, AH&amp;nbsp; A BI MURER, A FABIANA MURER! ERA LEGAL AQUELA GAROTA MENINA MULHER! DIFERENTE! PALAVRINHA PRA ME PERSEGUIR! HJ MEU CORAÇAO TA ACELERADO DEMAIS, E O AR ME FALHA! BI MURER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6845051643814514925?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6845051643814514925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6845051643814514925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6845051643814514925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/talvez.html' title='talvez!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JBUdUAO7a0/Tjqu1k7441I/AAAAAAAACho/hLEvBcOoVa0/s72-c/DSC09981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7843609679011091031</id><published>2011-07-29T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:55:30.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personagem real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7t73eMy1tk/TjM6S9lXEvI/AAAAAAAAChE/Y4BGiGgMsGo/s1600/DSC04822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7t73eMy1tk/TjM6S9lXEvI/AAAAAAAAChE/Y4BGiGgMsGo/s320/DSC04822.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Sinto dores em mim, tenho medo do dia seguinte, talvvez por isso nao tenho expectativas, ela só nos faz sofrer antes mesmo de viver o proximo dia! nao posso ultrapassar meus limites do corpo e mente, mas a teimosia de parecer normal e apta a tudo me faz fazer oque nao deveria. a vergonha de ser fraca nao deveria ser uma vergonha, eu tenho o direito de gritar ou de assumir as dores e a solidao que nao me ajuda nas crises escondidas que tenho das pessoas que me amam! sinto falta de alguma parte da minha vida, nao vou dizer infancia porque criança mesmo nunca fui, essa seriedadade que carrego e que disfarço nao ter perto de muitas pessoas sempre existiu! mas se eu puder ainda atuar na minha vida real, assim farei! saudades de sorrir de verdade! rasgar uma parte da minha vida e seguir adiante como teimo em fazer no meu teatro real! bi murer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7843609679011091031?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7843609679011091031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/personagem-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7843609679011091031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7843609679011091031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/personagem-real.html' title='Personagem real!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7t73eMy1tk/TjM6S9lXEvI/AAAAAAAAChE/Y4BGiGgMsGo/s72-c/DSC04822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8239297388228934664</id><published>2011-07-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:14:14.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuvem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MMNwnZAq1k/Ti-yCJ7hg1I/AAAAAAAACgU/Iw4-JMuZpqE/s1600/DSC01349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MMNwnZAq1k/Ti-yCJ7hg1I/AAAAAAAACgU/Iw4-JMuZpqE/s200/DSC01349.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os anéis na minha frente o filme na tv, as maquinas fotograficas, o frasco de perfume a tela do notebook, o livro de nicholas sparks e o controle remoto perto de mim, a cama preta e branca que nao me faz dormir, as malas roxas e a malinha do elvis estilo anos 50 e o silencio tirando o som da tv&amp;nbsp; fazem o papel dos amigos distantes de mim! solidao tem nome melhor? vazio! saudades! eu nao estou brava com ninguem, eu estou cansada de mim, cansade de fingir estar bem, esconder a saude ruim, tentar ultrapassar meus limites! só estou cansada, me jogaram em uma nuvem parada no meio do céu! fabiana murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8239297388228934664?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8239297388228934664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/nuvem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8239297388228934664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8239297388228934664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/nuvem.html' title='Nuvem!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MMNwnZAq1k/Ti-yCJ7hg1I/AAAAAAAACgU/Iw4-JMuZpqE/s72-c/DSC01349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4195915048212133145</id><published>2011-07-26T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:22:08.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tratamento, dores, segredos e palavras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVZdoAN6qpI/Ti-uGE0jvrI/AAAAAAAACgQ/OzEAeXSbiUE/s1600/bidepoisdacli+123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVZdoAN6qpI/Ti-uGE0jvrI/AAAAAAAACgQ/OzEAeXSbiUE/s320/bidepoisdacli+123.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida com suas ondas e turbulaçoes me ansinaram muita coisa, me ajudou a ser mais paciente ainda, me ajudou a entender mais ainda as outras pessoas e saber que não somos nada,além de seres humanos fracos e pequenos com vontade de viver da melhor maneira possível. Me vivam, porque eu vivo! Bi murer! 17:33 do ano de 2011 Bragança paulista – clinica de recuperação para fibromialgia! Solidão! Porém a esperança! Bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4195915048212133145?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4195915048212133145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/tratamento-e-as-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4195915048212133145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4195915048212133145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/tratamento-e-as-palavras.html' title='Tratamento, dores, segredos e palavras!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVZdoAN6qpI/Ti-uGE0jvrI/AAAAAAAACgQ/OzEAeXSbiUE/s72-c/bidepoisdacli+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-872026752224005400</id><published>2011-07-26T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:42:48.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colapso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_cVhwiHekw/TjESsesBH7I/AAAAAAAAChA/M6jqyz6nc90/s1600/DSC04996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_cVhwiHekw/TjESsesBH7I/AAAAAAAAChA/M6jqyz6nc90/s320/DSC04996.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;EU SOU&amp;nbsp; alguém que não é necessário compreender, porque nem mesmo eu me compreendo. ESTOU INDO EM BUSCA DO MEU CAMINHO SEM BUSCAR, APENAS VIVENDO, RELEMBRANDO, SENDO, CHORANDO SEM LAGRIMAS, EU SIGO ADIANTE COM MEUS PASSOS PENSATIVOS E COM MEUS PASSOS NO CHAO. Acabaram com uma parte da minha mente,com um amor, nao acredito em paixoes, se eu vivo bem assim? to vivendo sim! FABIANA MURER.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-872026752224005400?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/872026752224005400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/colapso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/872026752224005400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/872026752224005400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/colapso.html' title='colapso!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_cVhwiHekw/TjESsesBH7I/AAAAAAAAChA/M6jqyz6nc90/s72-c/DSC04996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1502842655202698732</id><published>2011-07-24T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:56:07.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha distancia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCDmxYQr7H8/Tix4oM585yI/AAAAAAAACgI/ndR-VQGeHrU/s1600/DSC01324-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCDmxYQr7H8/Tix4oM585yI/AAAAAAAACgI/ndR-VQGeHrU/s320/DSC01324-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longe de mim . longe dos amigos, longe, distante apenas, ou distante .. tudo isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a distancia pega lembranças e vai junto!&lt;br /&gt;dentro ou fora de mim convivo com a distancia há 9 anos!&lt;br /&gt;o vazio de um quarto o som das paredes viram barulhos pelo silencio!&lt;br /&gt;aviao. onibus, carro! vou embora! bi murer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1502842655202698732?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1502842655202698732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-distancia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1502842655202698732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1502842655202698732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-distancia.html' title='A minha distancia!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCDmxYQr7H8/Tix4oM585yI/AAAAAAAACgI/ndR-VQGeHrU/s72-c/DSC01324-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5343201943451375213</id><published>2011-07-24T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:48:45.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8rhkHvADcc/Tix3D-wDrCI/AAAAAAAACgE/WAONs6Kq2dA/s1600/DSC029691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8rhkHvADcc/Tix3D-wDrCI/AAAAAAAACgE/WAONs6Kq2dA/s320/DSC029691.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei de muitas coisas que falo e faço com total consciencia! Existem momentos na minha vida que ninguem sabe totalmente, que escondo as crises os efeitos em que nao tenho um raciocionio lógico e imiediato! S ao raros os momentos que ajo por impulso, e nao é nada bom, no ápice das dores que sinto, sejam elas físicas ou emocionais tenho a mania que preciso parar de falar mais do que devia e de fazer o que nao se deve fazer, aos 28 anos de idade ja passei por muita coisa que talvez se eu contasse nao acreditariam as muitas pessoas q conviveram comigo, os poucos amigos&amp;nbsp; la da outra cidade que vivi e q os mantenho como amigos sempre!nem toda vida é exposta e nao temos o direito de tentar seja lá porque motivo for invadir a vida de alguem! o bom resultado é que quando nao conseguimos temos o alívio de nao ter conseguido! desculpas seriam aceitas? nao sei! mas im sorry!&lt;br /&gt;apenas estou cansada de esconder as dores que tenho e de fingir um sorriso q tbm nao tenho ha muito tempo! bi murer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5343201943451375213?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5343201943451375213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/cansada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5343201943451375213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5343201943451375213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/cansada.html' title='Cansada!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8rhkHvADcc/Tix3D-wDrCI/AAAAAAAACgE/WAONs6Kq2dA/s72-c/DSC029691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4378442130282195698</id><published>2011-07-23T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:34:27.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--15yS7mi7cs/Tiu1qtI9Y_I/AAAAAAAACgA/odrF7KOm8eo/s1600/DSC08572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--15yS7mi7cs/Tiu1qtI9Y_I/AAAAAAAACgA/odrF7KOm8eo/s320/DSC08572.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nao sou romantica! mas existe algo em músicas, em  melodias que fazem aquela lagrima teimosa cair no meu rosto. nao sou  aquela pessoa que gosta de receber rosas em simbolo de algum sentimento,  nao acredito em paixoes, e nao amo alguem, se amei, amei há muitos anos  atrás! nao sei explicar porque ao ver um filme como dear john, ou ler livros, me faz ir  pra algum lugar diferente do que eu vivo. nao sei porque a melodia de  uma musica me faz amar algo, a letra de uma cançao me faz amar algo. nao  sei explicar essa sensaçao nao sendo alguem romantica. afinal quem  explica isso nao é? pode parecer maluca a minha reflexao sobre mim  mesma, mas é a que eu tenho no momento, nao tenho a conclusao disso. mas  sei que algumas coisas consideradas bregas ou antepassadas ou seja la o q  for me faz amar algo. mesmo nao amando ninguem em especiall e nao  acreditando em paixoes! bih murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ás vezes sou assustadoramente calada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4378442130282195698?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4378442130282195698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4378442130282195698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4378442130282195698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--15yS7mi7cs/Tiu1qtI9Y_I/AAAAAAAACgA/odrF7KOm8eo/s72-c/DSC08572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4850542160938724719</id><published>2011-07-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:13:56.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil criticar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lv10HheLwI/TitHBHk3klI/AAAAAAAACf8/Em47L9GeGp4/s1600/biredvideo+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lv10HheLwI/TitHBHk3klI/AAAAAAAACf8/Em47L9GeGp4/s320/biredvideo+007.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se todas as críticas dessem resultado; hj nao teríamos esse país como está! nao elegeríamos líderes sem alicerce moral! nao escutaríamos músicas consideradas lixo! as pessoas q formam opnioes hj em dia, tudo criticam, e apenas baseiam-se no notório e escasso conhecimento seja&amp;nbsp; do que for! nao deveria me incomodar, mas de certa forma eu repudio qualquer crítica sem base alguma , apenas por empolgaçao é fácil! é fácil criticar um presidente, dificil é sentar na cadeira la na casa branca e pegar um país&amp;nbsp; e uma guerra mastigada pra liderar e governar!mas quem ta fora disso tudo, apenas escrevem , falam! seria melhor ter o poder de solucionar tudo afinal é pra isso que criticam, talvez essas pessoas tenham a soluçao pra tudo e estamos perdendo o tempo em pedir ajuda e soluçao pra eles! critiquem mais! falem mais e continuem na mesma vida de sempre! pra criticar tem que ser muita coisa e nao ter erro nenhum! se alguem nao tem atira uma pedra!! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4850542160938724719?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4850542160938724719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/facil-criticar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4850542160938724719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4850542160938724719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/facil-criticar.html' title='Fácil criticar!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lv10HheLwI/TitHBHk3klI/AAAAAAAACf8/Em47L9GeGp4/s72-c/biredvideo+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7372187972188423212</id><published>2011-07-23T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:37:04.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As letras do coraçao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesmo dizendo que o amor é um jogo perdido , ela acreditou nele! ela cantou nas letras a verdade do que sentia sem nenhuma censura! nao foi fabricada por mídia, se fantasiava como queria. ela tentou viver, ela viveu, marcou vidas com sua musica! fez do amor uma construçao destruida! mas&amp;nbsp; ela ergueu um castelo! A VOZ DE AMY WINEHOUSE! bi MURER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7372187972188423212?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7372187972188423212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-letras-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7372187972188423212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7372187972188423212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-letras-do-coracao.html' title='As letras do coraçao!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-566785478761265230</id><published>2011-07-22T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:46:52.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBxHYeMgHGY/Tili21H36jI/AAAAAAAACf0/OJTyScjpF2o/s1600/DSC02840-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBxHYeMgHGY/Tili21H36jI/AAAAAAAACf0/OJTyScjpF2o/s320/DSC02840-1.JPG" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Segredos&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de outra história&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo que saia do meu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha vida está entediante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de algo que eu não posso confessar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até todas as minhas mangas estão manchadas de vermelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De todas as verdades que eu disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venha, honestamente eu juro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei que você tinha me visto por um instante, não, eu tenho andado à beira de um precipício, então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga-me o que quer ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo que agradará os seus ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansado de toda esta insinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então abrirei mão de todos os meus segredos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessa vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não preciso de outra mentira perfeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me preocupo se as críticas nunca aparecem de uma só vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou me desfazendo de todos os meus segredos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu Deus, é incrível como chegamos a esse ponto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que estávamos perseguindo todas aquelas estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cujo condutor eram grandes carros pretos e brilhantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E todos os dias eu vejo as notícias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os problemas que poderíamos resolver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando uma situação aparece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta escrevê-la em um álbum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentado em linha reta, muito baixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu realmente não gosto da minha fluidez, oh, então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga-me o que quer ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo que agradará os seus ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansado de toda esta insinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então abrirei mão de todos os meus segredos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessa vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não preciso de outra mentira perfeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me preocupo se as críticas nunca aparecem de uma só vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou me desfazendo de todos os meus segredos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há vergonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há família&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quem eu possa culpar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me deixe desaparecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou lhe contar tudo. One Replubic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-566785478761265230?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/566785478761265230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/566785478761265230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/566785478761265230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/secrets.html' title='Secrets!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBxHYeMgHGY/Tili21H36jI/AAAAAAAACf0/OJTyScjpF2o/s72-c/DSC02840-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-9022676599208241037</id><published>2011-07-22T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:15:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece que leram minha mente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VstGFFr_O6M/Tik-9O5y5xI/AAAAAAAACfs/XiM30q51-nw/s1600/01-zooey-deschanel-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VstGFFr_O6M/Tik-9O5y5xI/AAAAAAAACfs/XiM30q51-nw/s400/01-zooey-deschanel-b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summer - Não existe essa coisa de amor, é uma fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;.....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Summer - Eu não devia ter feito aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Tom - Feito o que?&lt;br /&gt;Summer - Ficado brava com você. Desculpa.&lt;br /&gt;Tom - Olha, nós não precisamos rotular isso, tudo bem eu entendo, mas é que EU preciso de uma certa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;Summer - Eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Tom - Como é que vou saber que não vai acordar de manhã e pensar diferente? &lt;br /&gt;Summer - Eu não posso fazer promessas... Ninguém pode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-9022676599208241037?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/9022676599208241037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/parece-que-leram-minha-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9022676599208241037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9022676599208241037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/parece-que-leram-minha-mente.html' title='Parece que leram minha mente!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VstGFFr_O6M/Tik-9O5y5xI/AAAAAAAACfs/XiM30q51-nw/s72-c/01-zooey-deschanel-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4906384446830970507</id><published>2011-07-20T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:40:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvpIns2BM9w/Tieo68tjVkI/AAAAAAAACfk/-1lf9fUl-bw/s1600/DSC02796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvpIns2BM9w/Tieo68tjVkI/AAAAAAAACfk/-1lf9fUl-bw/s320/DSC02796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sua vida, seus sentimentos, sua imaginação fazem parte da sua historia, aprenda&amp;nbsp; q viver é liberdade e esses sentimentos são livres! QUANDO vivemos o inesperado nos surpreendemos, e tudo se torna mais interessante, vivi muito isso, tenho momentos marcantes na minha vida, amigos marcantes, pedacinhos de tempos recordados e vividos novamente, mas de uma nova maneira...Viver intensamente é tudo, tudo é pra ser mais...Nada... Torna-se nada...Porque tudo significa algo e pra q a vida seja sempre lembrada é preciso ser vc mesmo sempre e dar valor a pequenas coisas q pra maioria passa sem um olhar, minha vida eu vivo, escrevo e passo adiante. bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4906384446830970507?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4906384446830970507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/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/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4906384446830970507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4906384446830970507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title='book!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvpIns2BM9w/Tieo68tjVkI/AAAAAAAACfk/-1lf9fUl-bw/s72-c/DSC02796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8352301857849365821</id><published>2011-07-20T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:27:54.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trecho do meu livro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIZlXZRoPn0/TvCpXfTHIxI/AAAAAAAACpE/je1A95yjFNI/s1600/tumblr_lh2z7e39nY1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIZlXZRoPn0/TvCpXfTHIxI/AAAAAAAACpE/je1A95yjFNI/s320/tumblr_lh2z7e39nY1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo com os olhos com os dedos choro, com as maos vejo; e com a minha mentr penso que escrever é viver o que nao se vive em um impossível mundo. Fabiana Murer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8352301857849365821?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8352301857849365821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/trecho-do-meu-livro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8352301857849365821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8352301857849365821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/trecho-do-meu-livro.html' title='trecho do meu livro!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIZlXZRoPn0/TvCpXfTHIxI/AAAAAAAACpE/je1A95yjFNI/s72-c/tumblr_lh2z7e39nY1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4026170516073582567</id><published>2011-07-20T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:58:24.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu coraçao bate diferente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8VRAcWKdcA/TiegSkbNlxI/AAAAAAAACfc/8kSC02Udtf4/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+%25282%2529+de+DSC03284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8VRAcWKdcA/TiegSkbNlxI/AAAAAAAACfc/8kSC02Udtf4/s320/C%25C3%25B3pia+%25282%2529+de+DSC03284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sem vontades, sem vínculos! cortaram os vínculos! quando percebo a noite chegando, ja sei da total solidao, eu sempre soube disso, antes eu fazia de conta que sabia que iria tudo ser um conto de fadas, conto de fadas? ah! ai ja é ingenuidade achar que isso existe! ainda tento acreditar que posso sentir algo, mas eu sei que nao sinto, peço por favor sentimentos nao vao embora de mim! eu estou aqui e eu vou ficar aqui! acho que eu possuo o coraçao da vida! ja ouvi as coisas e eu nao preciso chorar mais! nao sei chorar mais! as minhas lagrimas quando resolvem cair é porque ja nao consigo fingir que nao possuo as dores físicas que nao sao aparentes!nao quero ter a sensaçao e nem conversar sobre meu estado de saúde! é deprimente falar sobre isso! a falta que me faz cantar e tocar o violao como eu tocava aos 15 anos me faz sentir tao distante de tudo!Cada pessoa vai dando&amp;nbsp; adeus! tudo oq posso fazer é fingir! e eu continuo a escrever o livro sobre a minha vida! um dia eu era uma pessoa&amp;nbsp; em 1 semana era outra em um outro lugar em diferentes situaçoes! ainda nao me acostumo! mas a vida nao se deve acostumar se aceita e segue sem olhar pra trás por mais dificil que isso seja! Fabiana Murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4026170516073582567?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4026170516073582567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-coracao-bate-diferente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4026170516073582567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4026170516073582567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-coracao-bate-diferente.html' title='Meu coraçao bate diferente!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8VRAcWKdcA/TiegSkbNlxI/AAAAAAAACfc/8kSC02Udtf4/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia+%25282%2529+de+DSC03284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6529458063773805059</id><published>2011-07-20T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:45:40.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem muita explicaçao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge0hKL6JBP8/TitA6m4q2BI/AAAAAAAACf4/h4oHuZT0uF0/s1600/DSC08404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge0hKL6JBP8/TitA6m4q2BI/AAAAAAAACf4/h4oHuZT0uF0/s320/DSC08404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes temos a irritante mania de nao nos achar em nenhum sentido! falo a respeito da auto estima q nos falta! quando algo acontece que vc nem imagina&amp;nbsp; , a primeira coisa é procurar algo que faça sentido pra explicar o interesse por quem nao se acha nada! tenho essa mania irritante, mesmo ouvindo que eu sou isso , aquilo! um tipo de encantamento, chaveco, ou real curiosidade pela diferença das iguais barbies existentes, a conversa que nao é fútil por mais maluca que a pessoa seja! enfim ! sem muita explicaçao!&amp;nbsp; eu me surpreendi! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6529458063773805059?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6529458063773805059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/sem-muita-explicacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6529458063773805059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6529458063773805059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/sem-muita-explicacao.html' title='Sem muita explicaçao!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge0hKL6JBP8/TitA6m4q2BI/AAAAAAAACf4/h4oHuZT0uF0/s72-c/DSC08404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1891384344194285941</id><published>2011-07-02T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:52:53.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Define!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYG7RCbUHHc/ThuGwxCLlGI/AAAAAAAACfM/RqrSnA4ILFU/s1600/DSC03089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYG7RCbUHHc/ThuGwxCLlGI/AAAAAAAACfM/RqrSnA4ILFU/s320/DSC03089.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Já tive torres internas que foram ao chão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Torres altas demais para mim, torres que nem chegaram a ficar concluídas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;(as de dentro nunca se concluem), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;torres que me exigiram esforço e que me deram prazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;até que alguém, com uma frase, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;ou com um gesto, as fez virem abaixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Tinha gente dentro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;tinha eu&lt;/span&gt;." Martha Medeiros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1891384344194285941?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1891384344194285941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/ja-tive-torres-internas-que-foram-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1891384344194285941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1891384344194285941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/07/ja-tive-torres-internas-que-foram-ao.html' title='Define!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYG7RCbUHHc/ThuGwxCLlGI/AAAAAAAACfM/RqrSnA4ILFU/s72-c/DSC03089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6801304482497386240</id><published>2011-06-30T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:19:58.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A  noite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5m-mdf13v_4/Tg0JzsMookI/AAAAAAAACfI/VhbLDZjmDrQ/s1600/fakes-de-amigas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5m-mdf13v_4/Tg0JzsMookI/AAAAAAAACfI/VhbLDZjmDrQ/s1600/fakes-de-amigas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-texqrj0I7y4/Tg0I7ON8vUI/AAAAAAAACfE/j6FHrNdKgBA/s1600/DSC02449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-texqrj0I7y4/Tg0I7ON8vUI/AAAAAAAACfE/j6FHrNdKgBA/s320/DSC02449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eu nao quero saber mais de nada&lt;/div&gt;ah nao fala isso, pensa em como eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;eu sei, mas é diferente&lt;br /&gt;ah diferente nao&lt;br /&gt;os problemas sao os mesmos , só muda de endereço&lt;br /&gt;vamos pirar do nosso modo?&lt;br /&gt;ah vamos!&lt;br /&gt;nossa q animaçao!!!!&lt;br /&gt;eu to animada , mas vc sabe até minha animaçao é diferente!&lt;br /&gt;e o babadinho?&lt;br /&gt;tbm seria bom!&lt;br /&gt;e a glicose?&lt;br /&gt;ah! glicose??&lt;br /&gt;é depois ne´!&lt;br /&gt;e a coca-cola?&lt;br /&gt;ah com certeza!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ! eu to triste!&lt;br /&gt;que isso rimos juntas hj!&lt;br /&gt;sessao d fotos!&lt;br /&gt;videos dançando!&lt;br /&gt;ah eu te amo vc sabe né!!&lt;br /&gt;entao vamos? vamos sim! fechou! amanha a gente conta oq lembrarmos!&lt;br /&gt;será q aparecem as amizades?&lt;br /&gt;ah com certeza!&lt;br /&gt;entao fechou!&lt;br /&gt;fechou!&lt;br /&gt;te amo!&lt;br /&gt;tbm te amo!&lt;br /&gt;bi murer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6801304482497386240?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6801304482497386240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/noite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6801304482497386240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6801304482497386240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/noite.html' title='A  noite!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5m-mdf13v_4/Tg0JzsMookI/AAAAAAAACfI/VhbLDZjmDrQ/s72-c/fakes-de-amigas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-7941108170973807538</id><published>2011-06-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:21:34.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um escrito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cegUASMzaGc/TgzrYFF8GRI/AAAAAAAACe8/ICLm6HMhIgQ/s1600/tumblr_lh2z7e39nY1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cegUASMzaGc/TgzrYFF8GRI/AAAAAAAACe8/ICLm6HMhIgQ/s320/tumblr_lh2z7e39nY1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu achei meu caminho com vc&lt;br /&gt;se vc pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;se vc sente o sente&lt;br /&gt;se vc sonha comigo&lt;br /&gt;eu sonho com vc em um lugar em q ninguem morre&lt;br /&gt;ninguem chora perto de um rio gelado&lt;br /&gt;seu toque seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;eu achei meu caminho &lt;br /&gt;nao existe certeza em nada&lt;br /&gt;a realidade me persegue&lt;br /&gt;mas longe de vc eu me imagino perto do lago gelado&lt;br /&gt;apenas imaginando vc sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;lembre-se que o toque e o beijo serrão achados no caminho que &lt;br /&gt;está longe mas nao está tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;vc é algo bom pra mim&lt;br /&gt;ninguem fez promessas&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que ja confortei vc em alguns momentos&lt;br /&gt;e vc tambem conseguiu isso em mim&lt;br /&gt;em qualquer lugar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;eu vejo seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;e o rio gelado continua lá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ninguem está sozinho sentado perto dele! Bi Murer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-7941108170973807538?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/7941108170973807538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-achei-mu-caminho-com-vc-se-vc-pensa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7941108170973807538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/7941108170973807538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-achei-mu-caminho-com-vc-se-vc-pensa.html' title='Apenas um escrito!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cegUASMzaGc/TgzrYFF8GRI/AAAAAAAACe8/ICLm6HMhIgQ/s72-c/tumblr_lh2z7e39nY1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2582086060462930215</id><published>2011-06-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:31:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O nosso amor a gente iventa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBI2QKaYwh0/TgvN6m_tXzI/AAAAAAAACe4/o4fnep6fgqc/s1600/Foto-0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBI2QKaYwh0/TgvN6m_tXzI/AAAAAAAACe4/o4fnep6fgqc/s320/Foto-0071.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2582086060462930215?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2582086060462930215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-nosso-amor-gente-iventa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2582086060462930215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2582086060462930215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-nosso-amor-gente-iventa.html' title='O nosso amor a gente iventa!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBI2QKaYwh0/TgvN6m_tXzI/AAAAAAAACe4/o4fnep6fgqc/s72-c/Foto-0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8984031604787106453</id><published>2011-06-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:21:37.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades dos nossos momentos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmWw8P3ZJNs/Tglasi7qo3I/AAAAAAAACe0/D7Xg93NCUas/s1600/tumblr_lhugqhoi5e1qegkato1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmWw8P3ZJNs/Tglasi7qo3I/AAAAAAAACe0/D7Xg93NCUas/s320/tumblr_lhugqhoi5e1qegkato1_500.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria entender algumas reaçoes! queria sentir minha importancia na sua vida, porq definitivamente vc é importante pra mim! sinto tua falta! enfrento algumas situaçoes q mesmo vc achandoq sabe e q entende quem te rodeia, nao é assim , as pessoas tem segredos e atitudes q nem tudo falam! talvez por nao saber embora tudo, tenha insegurança em ser quem é! oq te faz bem me faz tbm! sinto mesmo a tua falta e ausencia da tua presença mas proxima&amp;nbsp; a mim! eu sorria! sorriamos juntas! vc me faz falta guria! lembre-se! oq temos nao será tirado assim por alguem! eu desejo sua felicidade&amp;nbsp; e ficaria feliz se um pouco dela eu estivesse prsente como antes! mas eu te amo mesmo assim! marrentaa! carolaine! bi murer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8984031604787106453?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8984031604787106453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/saudades-dos-nossos-momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8984031604787106453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8984031604787106453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/saudades-dos-nossos-momentos.html' title='Saudades dos nossos momentos!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmWw8P3ZJNs/Tglasi7qo3I/AAAAAAAACe0/D7Xg93NCUas/s72-c/tumblr_lhugqhoi5e1qegkato1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2153235077740839784</id><published>2011-06-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:21:44.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eleqyrgK1Dk/TgiupGbCyfI/AAAAAAAACes/gqbyYHGBssQ/s1600/261479_158020170934004_100001780657047_323493_2123464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eleqyrgK1Dk/TgiupGbCyfI/AAAAAAAACes/gqbyYHGBssQ/s320/261479_158020170934004_100001780657047_323493_2123464_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade&amp;nbsp;é uma força permanente, não se compra, não se aluga, não se troca, não se vende, nasce e morre com a gente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elas reclamam que eu escrevo posts extensos demais! adoram me apertar, uma adora me bater mas me ama! rs! temos todas as idades quando estamos juntas! o maxilar ja nao existe em alguns momentos de tantas risadas loucas que damos juntas! a vida reservou uma historia diferente pra cada uma, mas a nossa sintonia continua sendo a mesma! a raridade de ter amizades assim torna-se cada vez maior! eu amo vcs ! meu sorriso se expande mesmo nao estando muito bem! que bom seria poder ter esses momentos sempre! saudades! ah! é um amor assim sabe! pra vcs suas malucas de plantao! vcs cabem no meu coraçao frio de pedra como vcs mesmas dizem! fabiana murer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2153235077740839784?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2153235077740839784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/amigas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2153235077740839784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2153235077740839784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/amigas.html' title='Amigas!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eleqyrgK1Dk/TgiupGbCyfI/AAAAAAAACes/gqbyYHGBssQ/s72-c/261479_158020170934004_100001780657047_323493_2123464_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-964195753017599183</id><published>2011-06-22T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:26:08.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaparecer pra aparecer pra vc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T303i8bny18/TgKj-ttojzI/AAAAAAAACeo/Lc8IfuNDqm4/s1600/DSC03079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T303i8bny18/TgKj-ttojzI/AAAAAAAACeo/Lc8IfuNDqm4/s400/DSC03079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada sabia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se sabia era de algo que nao tinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoje sei que eu tenho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho a tristeza amenizada pela alegria da sua cia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seja do jeito que for vc tem a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somos uma única diversao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somos o som de rock and rol ao samba tragico e real do noel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu sou vc e vc está em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vem logo pra ca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao espera eu saltar do medo do aviao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vem logo, senao eu salto da altura do teu amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fabiana murer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-964195753017599183?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/964195753017599183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/desaparecer-pra-aparecer-pra-vc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/964195753017599183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/964195753017599183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/desaparecer-pra-aparecer-pra-vc.html' title='Desaparecer pra aparecer pra vc!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T303i8bny18/TgKj-ttojzI/AAAAAAAACeo/Lc8IfuNDqm4/s72-c/DSC03079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-4945478556136922690</id><published>2011-06-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:02:52.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosão de cansaço!</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sIHojIWzEw/TgKJAdvHMxI/AAAAAAAACec/SrAe4LKRlzI/s1600/0%252C%252C19839672%252C00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sIHojIWzEw/TgKJAdvHMxI/AAAAAAAACec/SrAe4LKRlzI/s400/0%252C%252C19839672%252C00.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fotógrafo:Alan sailer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;O&amp;nbsp;meu problema nao é&amp;nbsp; perceptível&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nao fico triste com as pessoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu fico cansada por pessoas nao saberem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nao quero que saibam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tambem nao quero q deixem de saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na ansia de acertar meus passos eu erro a maioria deles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu luto, eu enfrento a mim mesma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a força acaba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a força volta empurrada por mim e por quem me ama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é dificil acreditar em amor quando nao nos amamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por mAIs estranho que seja meu modo de expressar as palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sao elas que fazem ser algo que nao sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forte sempre, alegre sempre e triste sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nao sou um total&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou uma equaçao nao resolvida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coitado do pitágoras!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exagero?? pra alguns!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra mim: anos que se perderam e eu estou caindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na queda eu caio em maos que&amp;nbsp; me apoiam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na queda eu subo mais um degrau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nao voU desistir de mim, porque nao quero deixar de existir para as pessoas que me amam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se sao poucas? nao sei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a sinceridade eu sinto em algumas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cansada apenas! acho que tenho o direito de nao atuar pra viver a vida que levo na realidade!' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fabiana murer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-4945478556136922690?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/4945478556136922690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/nada-aparente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4945478556136922690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/4945478556136922690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/nada-aparente.html' title='Explosão de cansaço!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sIHojIWzEw/TgKJAdvHMxI/AAAAAAAACec/SrAe4LKRlzI/s72-c/0%252C%252C19839672%252C00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5004107112110598892</id><published>2011-06-20T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:14:28.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RR8y2z_Oqo/TgAoJT2MvhI/AAAAAAAACeU/NJgAJ9Rs_8A/s1600/tumblr_l8vb18Ejcy1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RR8y2z_Oqo/TgAoJT2MvhI/AAAAAAAACeU/NJgAJ9Rs_8A/s320/tumblr_l8vb18Ejcy1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não consigo resistir a escrever sobre você. Você e seu jeito confuso. Você e esse rosto. De onde você tirou esse rosto? Meus Deus, aonde foi que você aprendeu a me olhar assim? Vai, toma, leva. &lt;strong&gt;Me emprestei um pouco, agora leva o resto&lt;/strong&gt;. Não tenho o que fazer com o que ficou de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quando ele sorri desarmado, limitado e impotente, para todas as minhas dúvidas, inconstâncias e chatices, eu sei que é daquele sorriso que minha alma precisava. Ele não faz muito pela minha angústia existencial, até por não saber. E consegue tudo de mim. Consegue até o que ninguém nunca conseguiu: me deixar leve. (…) Eu quero parar com tudo isso, ele é um menino que não pode acompanhar minha louca linha de raciocínio meio poeta, meio neurótica, meio madura. Eu quero colocar um fim neste tormento de desejar tanto quem ainda tem tanto para desejar por aí. E aí eu me pergunto: pra quê? Se está tão bom, se é tão simples.&lt;strong&gt; Ele me ensinou que a vida pode ser simples, e tão boa…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5004107112110598892?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5004107112110598892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5004107112110598892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5004107112110598892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/words.html' title='Words!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RR8y2z_Oqo/TgAoJT2MvhI/AAAAAAAACeU/NJgAJ9Rs_8A/s72-c/tumblr_l8vb18Ejcy1qcbra0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2154813015363198553</id><published>2011-06-19T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:38:37.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take to take!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8dHDhdv0uA/Tf21Q1OOBHI/AAAAAAAACeQ/WbvWJ2Qhl50/s1600/DSC02981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8dHDhdv0uA/Tf21Q1OOBHI/AAAAAAAACeQ/WbvWJ2Qhl50/s320/DSC02981.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOTOGRAFEI VC EM MEU PENSAMENTO! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2154813015363198553?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2154813015363198553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-to-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2154813015363198553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2154813015363198553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-to-take.html' title='Take to take!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8dHDhdv0uA/Tf21Q1OOBHI/AAAAAAAACeQ/WbvWJ2Qhl50/s72-c/DSC02981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-1998631880115266366</id><published>2011-06-19T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:34:24.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha mente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGOD_uGpNPo/Tf20fiBn_FI/AAAAAAAACeM/-FXxCEuh-I8/s1600/lelove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGOD_uGpNPo/Tf20fiBn_FI/AAAAAAAACeM/-FXxCEuh-I8/s320/lelove.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso do que eu tenho no momento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não fica sem a sua voz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sou as suas palavras e vc as minhas maos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso sentir daqui!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ImPaciência do tempo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O tempo nunca foi meu melhor amigo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-1998631880115266366?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/1998631880115266366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/minha-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1998631880115266366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/1998631880115266366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/minha-mente.html' title='Minha mente!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGOD_uGpNPo/Tf20fiBn_FI/AAAAAAAACeM/-FXxCEuh-I8/s72-c/lelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-9126517625070371670</id><published>2011-06-19T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:30:06.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxPNHNnpwVg/Tf2zV_8zcpI/AAAAAAAACeI/w04rDOzB7wk/s1600/DSC08090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxPNHNnpwVg/Tf2zV_8zcpI/AAAAAAAACeI/w04rDOzB7wk/s320/DSC08090.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O SEU GRITO HJ FOI O QUE PRECISAVA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; eu escutei!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;senti a falta do teu rosto! levo vc comigo! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-9126517625070371670?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/9126517625070371670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/falar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9126517625070371670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/9126517625070371670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/falar.html' title='Falar!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxPNHNnpwVg/Tf2zV_8zcpI/AAAAAAAACeI/w04rDOzB7wk/s72-c/DSC08090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2652541895074075234</id><published>2011-06-19T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:40:33.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levo VoCê No olhar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY2dU4D0x24/Tf2nv-2ajxI/AAAAAAAACeA/sKpF9u9J2NE/s1600/DSC06564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY2dU4D0x24/Tf2nv-2ajxI/AAAAAAAACeA/sKpF9u9J2NE/s320/DSC06564.JPG" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Aonde quer&amp;nbsp; que eu vá!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Prá te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não estou ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Levo você no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem certo&lt;br /&gt;Se é só ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Se é você já perto&lt;br /&gt;Se é intuição&lt;br /&gt;E aonde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Levo você no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá...&lt;br /&gt;Longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Longe de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos vão te buscar&lt;br /&gt;Volta prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vem pro meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre vou te esperar&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem certo&lt;br /&gt;Se é só ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Se é você já perto&lt;br /&gt;Se é intuição&lt;br /&gt;E aonde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Levo você no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá...Paralamas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2652541895074075234?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2652541895074075234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/levo-voce-no-olhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2652541895074075234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2652541895074075234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/levo-voce-no-olhar.html' title='Levo VoCê No olhar!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY2dU4D0x24/Tf2nv-2ajxI/AAAAAAAACeA/sKpF9u9J2NE/s72-c/DSC06564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-272048921252038760</id><published>2011-06-18T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:21:10.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vou sentir tua falta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/HiNvz7hihGA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiNvz7hihGA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiNvz7hihGA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto Sua Falta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ver você ao acordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É um presente que eu não acreditava que pudesse existir&lt;br /&gt;Saber que você sente o mesmo por mim&lt;br /&gt;É um sonho triplamente utópico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você me faz sentir de um modo Que eu não consigo explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Seria antiquado se eu dissesse "Que eu sinto a sua falta"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu vejo o seu retrato&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo você longe&lt;br /&gt;Eu te sinto tao perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que eu estou me acabando.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu verei você.......&lt;br /&gt;Cedo ou tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu preciso que você saiba que eu gosto de você&lt;br /&gt;E que eu sinto sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-272048921252038760?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/272048921252038760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-eu-vou-sentir-tua-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/272048921252038760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/272048921252038760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-eu-vou-sentir-tua-falta.html' title='Eu vou sentir tua falta!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5978475583110192079</id><published>2011-06-18T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:02:09.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you dig me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnE7-7IZNUU/TfxI97huvTI/AAAAAAAACd8/SWdFBAes8cU/s1600/DSC02999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnE7-7IZNUU/TfxI97huvTI/AAAAAAAACd8/SWdFBAes8cU/s200/DSC02999.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escrevi !&lt;br /&gt;te contei segredos! te senti quando vc ficou ruim!&lt;br /&gt;te amei do modo como vc ja sabe!&lt;br /&gt;beijei vc sem estar ao seu lado! &lt;br /&gt;me irritei da maneira mais inesperada possivel, por sentir tua falta!&lt;br /&gt;nao consigo melhorar quando sei que algo te aflige ou te afligia!&lt;br /&gt;sempre vou ter vc em minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que te verei!&lt;br /&gt;E o fisico sentimento emocional será real! &lt;br /&gt;Eu entendo a falta de vinculos em um lugar, entendo a frustraçao de nao conseguir oq conseguiamos!&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei tbm que vc é capaz de mudar a vida&amp;nbsp; mesmo querendo mata-la!porque eu ja me senti assim!&lt;br /&gt;ainda me sinto em terra estranha! nao ter amigos por perto por poucos que sejam dilacera quem se sente vulneravel a qualquer situaçao q a vida chata nos apresenta!&lt;br /&gt;queria eu poder estar do teu lado e tirar tudo q te faça mal! resolver os problemas que parecem nao ter fim!&lt;br /&gt;e eu acredito que um dia vc vai me contar muitas coisas junto com as coisas q eu tbm terei pra contar! &lt;br /&gt;posso parecer longe , distante e fria! mas vc sabe que estou perto, e vc mudou a minha frieza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you of my way and you love me of your way!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;saudades! bi murer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5978475583110192079?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5978475583110192079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-dig-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5978475583110192079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5978475583110192079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-dig-me.html' title='you dig me!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnE7-7IZNUU/TfxI97huvTI/AAAAAAAACd8/SWdFBAes8cU/s72-c/DSC02999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-8091712634732364955</id><published>2011-06-17T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:23:05.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decifrar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btGqTJVuLwU/Tfv9ihG3w5I/AAAAAAAACd4/SJ-NH210MEA/s1600/DSC03026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btGqTJVuLwU/Tfv9ihG3w5I/AAAAAAAACd4/SJ-NH210MEA/s320/DSC03026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="caption" name="caption"&gt;MUITAS VEZES NAO SEI DECIFRAR O QUE EU  ESCREVO, MAS, CALCULO EU, QUE NAO É PRA SER DECIFRADO,MINHAS PALAVRAS  NAO SAO CORRETAS NEM ERRADAS, SAO PEDAÇOS DE CAMINHOS PERCORRIDOS,ALGUNS  BEM DIFICEIS , OUTROS EM QUE EU NAO SABIA O SIGNIFICADO DE MUITA COISA,  PRA ISSO A VIDA SERVE ENSINAR A NATURALIDADE DE SE VIVER. ENQUANTO  ESCREVO VELEJO PELO MAR DE PALAVRAS ESCRITAS EM MEU PENSAMENTO QUE NAO  TEM UM STOP. ESTÁ TUDO BEM COMIGO, MAS TAMBEM NAO ESTÁ NADAA BOM, POR  ISSO TENTO VIVER O PRESENTE E UM PASSO DE CADA VEZ SEM PENSAR MUITO,  VIVENDO APENAS! LUTO PRA VIVER PORQUE VIVER NAO É FACIL! FABIANA MURER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="para nobot"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="grabtn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-8091712634732364955?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/8091712634732364955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/decifrar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8091712634732364955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/8091712634732364955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/decifrar.html' title='Decifrar!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btGqTJVuLwU/Tfv9ihG3w5I/AAAAAAAACd4/SJ-NH210MEA/s72-c/DSC03026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5797584996748177599</id><published>2011-06-16T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:53:21.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sintomas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3e8k-vgPCA/Tfp0_OPDqII/AAAAAAAACdk/ruxo6tL5i_I/s1600/tumblr_kubnaeVHKg1qzeaqho1_400_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3e8k-vgPCA/Tfp0_OPDqII/AAAAAAAACdk/ruxo6tL5i_I/s1600/tumblr_kubnaeVHKg1qzeaqho1_400_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em algum lugar do tempo estaremos no mesmo lugar!&lt;br /&gt;Não desapareça! não que eu te mereça, mas nao desapareça! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wrio_oPhsUw/Tfp1DczGMrI/AAAAAAAACdo/YpWwkI2O9sQ/s1600/comprimidos-coloridos-thumb12354563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wrio_oPhsUw/Tfp1DczGMrI/AAAAAAAACdo/YpWwkI2O9sQ/s320/comprimidos-coloridos-thumb12354563.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque que eu agindo ASSIM?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RASGA O VERBO COMIGO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OU APENAS FALE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EU PRECISO SER A MESMA DE SEMPRE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO perdendo meu equilíbrio!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tenho medo da minha atitude! bi murer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5797584996748177599?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5797584996748177599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/sintomas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5797584996748177599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5797584996748177599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/sintomas.html' title='sintomas!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3e8k-vgPCA/Tfp0_OPDqII/AAAAAAAACdk/ruxo6tL5i_I/s72-c/tumblr_kubnaeVHKg1qzeaqho1_400_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-403338044903711846</id><published>2011-06-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:12:05.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um modo de sentir saudade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cabecalho" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cH7eSEGZRNY/Tflz6HnEX5I/AAAAAAAACdg/47UizT1hgGc/s1600/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cH7eSEGZRNY/Tflz6HnEX5I/AAAAAAAACdg/47UizT1hgGc/s320/saudade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: white; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra  declarar minha saudade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Maria  Rita&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fiz uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Pra declarar minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo em que a alegria  dominou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu era bem feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas desabou a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Levando  um lindo sonho pelas águas da desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Pra declarar  minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;Usei sinceridade que&lt;br /&gt;Me dá certeza que você&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouvir  o meu cantar,&lt;br /&gt;Vai se lembrar que deixou&lt;br /&gt;Do lado esquerdo do meu peito essa  dor&lt;br /&gt;Que tá difícil de curar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que você&lt;br /&gt;De onde ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Meu  soluçar em forma de uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Vai se lembrar que nosso amor é tão bom&lt;br /&gt;E  que pra sempre vai durar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-403338044903711846?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/403338044903711846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-modo-de-sentir-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/403338044903711846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/403338044903711846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-modo-de-sentir-saudade.html' title='Um modo de sentir saudade!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cH7eSEGZRNY/Tflz6HnEX5I/AAAAAAAACdg/47UizT1hgGc/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-5498443091439143441</id><published>2011-06-15T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:44:40.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luh! prima! love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMQFFnF1es/Tflt9mtTZuI/AAAAAAAACdY/HSpSZQCSW7s/s1600/DSC05596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMQFFnF1es/Tflt9mtTZuI/AAAAAAAACdY/HSpSZQCSW7s/s200/DSC05596.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;luh!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao pensar em vc eu tenho a vontade boa de sorrir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ao pensar que somos oq somos hj me faz bem! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;o tempo passou e nos juntamos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;momentos que nao iremos esquecer jamais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;morena lindoka vc sabe q eu amo vc né! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;e adoro quando vc canta allllllto como se estivesse em um palco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que é aonde vc está pra mim! vc tem um brilho e uma alegria em volta da sua sensibilidade e neuroses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que ultrapassa qualquer mal humor! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mesmo mal humorada eu te amo viu! primaaa! loka loka loka! bi murer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-5498443091439143441?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/5498443091439143441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/luh-prima-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5498443091439143441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/5498443091439143441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/luh-prima-love-you.html' title='Luh! prima! love you!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMQFFnF1es/Tflt9mtTZuI/AAAAAAAACdY/HSpSZQCSW7s/s72-c/DSC05596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-6554210238666731713</id><published>2011-06-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:33:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How i wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/rpGROw2PWaA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpGROw2PWaA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpGROw2PWaA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A letra diz tudo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A garota que ri, fala com todos e parece feliz. Pode ser a mesma que  chora sozinha segurando o cobertor durante toda a madrugada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kea4cnzQkJM/TffvPzlW7cI/AAAAAAAACcw/oWyRAPK2Uwc/s1600/DSC03015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kea4cnzQkJM/TffvPzlW7cI/AAAAAAAACcw/oWyRAPK2Uwc/s400/DSC03015.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm broken inside!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-6554210238666731713?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/6554210238666731713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6554210238666731713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/6554210238666731713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-wish.html' title='How i wish!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kea4cnzQkJM/TffvPzlW7cI/AAAAAAAACcw/oWyRAPK2Uwc/s72-c/DSC03015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-3380322992540517272</id><published>2011-06-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:38:16.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a stone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DZtS_8OZ5c/TffwZPgQVAI/AAAAAAAACc0/wAbYlgMzQjw/s1600/DSC02991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DZtS_8OZ5c/TffwZPgQVAI/AAAAAAAACc0/wAbYlgMzQjw/s320/DSC02991.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="caption" name="caption"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO VOCE SE SENTE QUEBRADA SABE,  POR DENTRO E SENTE QUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="caption" name="caption"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; TUDO PASSOU E VOCE NAO PODE FAZER NADA, SEUS  OSSOS DOEM JUNTO COM O CORAÇAO ! BI MURER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-3380322992540517272?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/3380322992540517272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3380322992540517272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3380322992540517272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-stone.html' title='like a stone!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DZtS_8OZ5c/TffwZPgQVAI/AAAAAAAACc0/wAbYlgMzQjw/s72-c/DSC02991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-2957104648966953535</id><published>2011-06-14T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:57:28.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descansa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psaW1nLfmlI/TfcyDPll8rI/AAAAAAAACcI/7uA7SCiPNsQ/s1600/DSC02337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psaW1nLfmlI/TfcyDPll8rI/AAAAAAAACcI/7uA7SCiPNsQ/s320/DSC02337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/TAhv4f3EHWg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAhv4f3EHWg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAhv4f3EHWg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma dor forte, intensa, triste, nao sei viver assim,,,, eu atuo em algumas situaçoes da minha vida. nesses ultimos anos as coisas tem sido piores em mim. eu e eu mesma! nao tenho a coragem que deveria ter ha tantos anos, até hj ainda fico em um deserto sem nem mesmo ver a miragem de água! nao me importa o que acham do meu modo de falar ou de escrever, as pessoas q falam q exagero nao viveram a minha vida e nem eu a vida delas, com certeza cada um passa por muitas coisas na vida que ninguem passaria , porque pra cada ser é dado um tipo ou vários obstáculos! o sofrimento nao se mede! a vida joga com a gente. eu vejo fotos em videos&amp;nbsp; feitos em que aparece varias fases que passei, posso nao ter mudado tanto, mas o rosto está cansado, estou cansando, minhas forças diante de&amp;nbsp; mim estao quase no chao! sei q existem pessoas q se importam comigo, mas tbm sei que nao sabem a proporçao do que enfrento todos os dias comigo mesma, a força q eu faço pra nao passar o q tenho pra ninguem. Nao é agradável ter alguem que só fala de coisas ruins,problemas. que nao tem vontade de sair de um quarto mais! que tem tanto medo , que tem medo de nao ter mais o pouco que tem. nao queria ser esse alguem que atua em uma peça chamada vida real! eu grito por dentro quando muitas vezes estou rindo ou conversando, consegui essa habilidade de controle q só se desencontrola quando sumo, quando nao da mais! nao quero mais ser atriz da minha vida! quero inventar um mundo sem q eu tenha nada do q tenho, sem que tudo q passei tenha acontecido, um mundo em q eu fosse livre de mim mesma! entregar as emoçoes que nao saem de mim, eu tento muito, mas nao se deve forçar algo que nao se sente. se eu sinto é verdadeiro mas nao é completo como deveria ser. a minha complicaçao me incomoda! estou cansada! apenas isso! triste e cansada! BI MURER!Descansa coraçao e bate em paz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-2957104648966953535?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/2957104648966953535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/descansa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2957104648966953535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/2957104648966953535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/descansa.html' title='Descansa!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psaW1nLfmlI/TfcyDPll8rI/AAAAAAAACcI/7uA7SCiPNsQ/s72-c/DSC02337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584004730193897946.post-3354823283142156175</id><published>2011-06-13T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:34:43.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-rsU6Rhino/TfbWtfg2HII/AAAAAAAACbo/J3kTLqmNBXE/s1600/DSC05025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-rsU6Rhino/TfbWtfg2HII/AAAAAAAACbo/J3kTLqmNBXE/s320/DSC05025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eu sou apenas do meu jeito! bi murer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584004730193897946-3354823283142156175?l=bihmurer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/feeds/3354823283142156175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/iam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3354823283142156175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584004730193897946/posts/default/3354823283142156175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bihmurer.blogspot.com/2011/06/iam.html' title='I&apos;am!'/><author><name>BIH Murer!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717924720351064418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVNp2B7v8Go/Ta1-wNrwQRI/AAAAAAAACRo/hP_igPB7IzU/s220/DSC05131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-rsU6Rhino/TfbWtfg2HII/AAAAAAAACbo/J3kTLqmNBXE/s72-c/DSC05025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
