<?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-2581984813671061773</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:04:30.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor é como a guerra - é fácil começar, mas difícil terminar.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-6255915454933150753</id><published>2009-04-08T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:32:15.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdzfmhCl66I/AAAAAAAAASM/rZ-jHE0fU8U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdzfmhCl66I/AAAAAAAAASM/rZ-jHE0fU8U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374712442350498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo sem fim por onde andas minha amada ?&lt;br /&gt;aquela que me tem aquela que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;aquela que me prende nessa paixão&lt;br /&gt;que me faz amar sem saber&lt;br /&gt;aquela que me faz viver para ama-la&lt;br /&gt;por onde andas tu minha amada...´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-6255915454933150753?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6255915454933150753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/mundo-sem-fim-por-onde-andas-minha_8180.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6255915454933150753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6255915454933150753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/mundo-sem-fim-por-onde-andas-minha_8180.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdzfmhCl66I/AAAAAAAAASM/rZ-jHE0fU8U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-5706268410394084066</id><published>2009-04-04T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:56:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdflfSPUwzI/AAAAAAAAARM/zVSkCX8JH14/s1600-h/cazuza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdflfSPUwzI/AAAAAAAAARM/zVSkCX8JH14/s320/cazuza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320973810396349234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuramos alguém para amar&lt;br /&gt;mas será que alguém nos procura para nos amar ?&lt;br /&gt;procuramos alguém para sermos felizes&lt;br /&gt;e quando encontramos &lt;br /&gt;será que ela ira nos fazer feliz ?&lt;br /&gt;isso só o tempo nos dirá pois com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos a nos amar e se nos amar iremos aprendendo &lt;br /&gt;com o tempo que amar como diz o nosso mestre cazuza &lt;br /&gt;faz parte do nosso show...´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-5706268410394084066?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5706268410394084066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/procuramos-alguem-para-amar-mas-sera_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/5706268410394084066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/5706268410394084066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/procuramos-alguem-para-amar-mas-sera_04.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdflfSPUwzI/AAAAAAAAARM/zVSkCX8JH14/s72-c/cazuza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-4371657336244593131</id><published>2009-04-04T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:43:35.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdfikZR6CiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rtddWFEXkgs/s1600-h/menino_chora.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdfikZR6CiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rtddWFEXkgs/s320/menino_chora.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320970599650691618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando choro não sei por que estou chorando&lt;br /&gt;só sei que estou chorando por que estou te amando&lt;br /&gt;Memórias de um menino apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-4371657336244593131?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4371657336244593131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-choro-nao-sei-por-que-estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4371657336244593131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4371657336244593131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-choro-nao-sei-por-que-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdfikZR6CiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rtddWFEXkgs/s72-c/menino_chora.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-1618822480437591332</id><published>2009-04-04T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:31:39.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/Sdffxg23hNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sI81yuhdETg/s1600-h/0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/Sdffxg23hNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sI81yuhdETg/s320/0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320967526488179922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija flor que um dia me contou me contou que você era o meu amor´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-1618822480437591332?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1618822480437591332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/beija-flor-que-um-dia-me-contou-me_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1618822480437591332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1618822480437591332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/beija-flor-que-um-dia-me-contou-me_04.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/Sdffxg23hNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sI81yuhdETg/s72-c/0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-1470961211069519154</id><published>2009-04-03T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:22:54.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdYpyaDnsKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ohpFmALAEqU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdYpyaDnsKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ohpFmALAEqU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320485955749523618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que que essas crianças choram ?&lt;br /&gt;choram porque não tem o que comer&lt;br /&gt;porque não tem com o que brincar&lt;br /&gt;porque não tem um lar para morar&lt;br /&gt;mas será que isso um dia irá mudar ?&lt;br /&gt;espero que sim pois criança não foi feita para chorar&lt;br /&gt;foi feita para brincar e estudar...´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-1470961211069519154?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1470961211069519154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-que-que-essas-criancas-choram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1470961211069519154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1470961211069519154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-que-que-essas-criancas-choram.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdYpyaDnsKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ohpFmALAEqU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-4028990824822165569</id><published>2009-04-02T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:33:37.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdTazOSVu8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/tlSKkkEYP0w/s1600-h/ATcAAACAilbCp9ktPzeS_OZOpzcBhaGtD3acKNmrXx8sXCDfxwRreOdoazhkG7Zw2z-BBJtZDHwtfyxm2Y6b4kbjoRRIAJtU9VC3JJaZIAjSA9748HHoEAYskVG3fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdTazOSVu8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/tlSKkkEYP0w/s320/ATcAAACAilbCp9ktPzeS_OZOpzcBhaGtD3acKNmrXx8sXCDfxwRreOdoazhkG7Zw2z-BBJtZDHwtfyxm2Y6b4kbjoRRIAJtU9VC3JJaZIAjSA9748HHoEAYskVG3fw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320117633374600130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me peça que te esqueça pois você é inesquecível&lt;br /&gt;com esse teu sorriso maravilhoso com esse seu jeito de criança&lt;br /&gt;que a cada dia me faz te amar que me enlouquece que me faz delirar&lt;br /&gt;Mas as vezes Me pergunto será que me ama ?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mas com você eu aprendi o verdadeiro significado do Amor&lt;br /&gt;pois com você eu aprendi a Amar &lt;br /&gt;E não importa se você não me ame pois eu sei que um dia irá me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-4028990824822165569?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4028990824822165569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-me-peca-que-te-esqueca-pois-voce_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4028990824822165569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4028990824822165569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-me-peca-que-te-esqueca-pois-voce_02.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdTazOSVu8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/tlSKkkEYP0w/s72-c/ATcAAACAilbCp9ktPzeS_OZOpzcBhaGtD3acKNmrXx8sXCDfxwRreOdoazhkG7Zw2z-BBJtZDHwtfyxm2Y6b4kbjoRRIAJtU9VC3JJaZIAjSA9748HHoEAYskVG3fw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-2282492544094146940</id><published>2009-03-31T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:01:16.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdJMWCxSH_I/AAAAAAAAANY/BuukzxMfyUA/s1600-h/sandalias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdJMWCxSH_I/AAAAAAAAANY/BuukzxMfyUA/s320/sandalias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319398051462389746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;´´Eu já sentia amor por você sem antes mesmo de te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Pois sabia que iria te amar sem antes mesmo de te encontrar...´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-2282492544094146940?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2282492544094146940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-ja-sentia-amor-por-voce-sem-antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2282492544094146940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2282492544094146940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-ja-sentia-amor-por-voce-sem-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdJMWCxSH_I/AAAAAAAAANY/BuukzxMfyUA/s72-c/sandalias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-6764748693082271758</id><published>2009-03-29T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:33:38.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa linda História De Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdAFTeW864I/AAAAAAAAANE/_xLiCky7fnk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdAFTeW864I/AAAAAAAAANE/_xLiCky7fnk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318756992049539970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou Na escola e foi virando Paixão&lt;br /&gt;foi tudo der repente quando olhei ja estavo em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;me aquecendo me fazendo feliz&lt;br /&gt;e hoje posso te dizer que sou o garoto mas feliz desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;pois o amor que eu sinto por você ninguém jamais poderá ter&lt;br /&gt;pois eu sei que você é minha&lt;br /&gt;e você sabe que eu sou teu só teu e de mas ninguém&lt;br /&gt;e você sabe que o que eu mas quero nessa vida é te fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;te fazer a mulher mas feliz desse mundo te fazer a minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;mulher que me deixou assim simplesmente louco de amor&lt;br /&gt;me deixou flutuando em teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;e me ensinando como ama-la&lt;br /&gt;e se disserem que não seremos felizes não importa&lt;br /&gt;o que importa é que estamos juntos e vivendo uma linda História de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-6764748693082271758?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6764748693082271758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/nossa-linda-historia-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6764748693082271758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6764748693082271758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/nossa-linda-historia-de-amor.html' title='Nossa linda História De Amor'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdAFTeW864I/AAAAAAAAANE/_xLiCky7fnk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-5422657444867500266</id><published>2009-03-23T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:13:50.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SceZF1lWMgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iprRHVEa-B8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SceZF1lWMgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iprRHVEa-B8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386210696278530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beije quando te falar de Amor&lt;br /&gt;Me Ame quando eu ti der o meu Amor&lt;br /&gt;Guarde nos teus Lábios aquele Beijo De Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-5422657444867500266?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5422657444867500266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-beije-quando-te-falar-de-amor-me-ame_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/5422657444867500266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/5422657444867500266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-beije-quando-te-falar-de-amor-me-ame_23.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SceZF1lWMgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iprRHVEa-B8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8846556923948537864</id><published>2009-03-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:16:05.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScUu2_P0qjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o76mnXAKA-M/s1600-h/ultimo-romance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScUu2_P0qjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o76mnXAKA-M/s320/ultimo-romance1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315706457406351922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Amor não existe idade e nem preconceito&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim o desejo de amar e ser amado...´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8846556923948537864?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8846556923948537864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-amor-nao-existe-idade-e-nem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8846556923948537864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8846556923948537864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-amor-nao-existe-idade-e-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScUu2_P0qjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o76mnXAKA-M/s72-c/ultimo-romance1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8403630026332330250</id><published>2009-03-20T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:48:22.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garoto que ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPXQ44pOmI/AAAAAAAAALw/ApH5fDF9u54/s1600-h/menino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315328670375164514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPXQ44pOmI/AAAAAAAAALw/ApH5fDF9u54/s320/menino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´Não sou o garoto perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sou o garoto que te ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquele garoto meio ingénuo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que as vezes é meio bobo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquele garoto que chora que te faz sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que te ama profundamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que te entrega o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que quer te fazer feliz te fazer sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou o garoto que nunca amou mas que agora sabe amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq ele encontrou um grande e verdadeiro amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro de uma grande mulher que fez aquele garoto amar e ser amado...´´ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8403630026332330250?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8403630026332330250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-sou-o-garoto-perfeito-mas-sou-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8403630026332330250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8403630026332330250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-sou-o-garoto-perfeito-mas-sou-o.html' title='Garoto que ama'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPXQ44pOmI/AAAAAAAAALw/ApH5fDF9u54/s72-c/menino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8321523272101046553</id><published>2009-03-20T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:48:47.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWxKSzSWI/AAAAAAAAALo/bt4svi2t0V8/s1600-h/enfants_coquins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315328125292464482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWxKSzSWI/AAAAAAAAALo/bt4svi2t0V8/s320/enfants_coquins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´Da medo de sentir o que sinto mas o que sinto não da para ter medo pôs o que sinto é amor amor de quem gosta amor de quem ama amor de menino amor de criança...´´&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8321523272101046553?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8321523272101046553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-medo-de-sentir-o-que-sinto-mas-o-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8321523272101046553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8321523272101046553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-medo-de-sentir-o-que-sinto-mas-o-que.html' title='Da Medo'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWxKSzSWI/AAAAAAAAALo/bt4svi2t0V8/s72-c/enfants_coquins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-3719400580947783834</id><published>2009-03-20T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:49:15.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWgtwk79I/AAAAAAAAALg/TvyvFr2A2-E/s1600-h/Guerra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327842754818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWgtwk79I/AAAAAAAAALg/TvyvFr2A2-E/s320/Guerra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´Olho para o mundo e só vejo guerra gente se matando pessoas sendo humilhadas,massacradas mas quando eu olho ao meu redor só vejo ela e esqueço dos problemas esqueço de tudo mas não me esqueço dela...´´&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-3719400580947783834?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3719400580947783834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/olho-para-o-mundo-e-so-vejo-guerra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3719400580947783834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3719400580947783834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/olho-para-o-mundo-e-so-vejo-guerra.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWgtwk79I/AAAAAAAAALg/TvyvFr2A2-E/s72-c/Guerra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8445555774462271249</id><published>2009-03-20T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:49:39.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca pensei em Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWQNrdFhI/AAAAAAAAALY/WIbyO39-vOk/s1600-h/quase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327559265490450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWQNrdFhI/AAAAAAAAALY/WIbyO39-vOk/s320/quase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´Nunca pensei em te amar mas amei&lt;br /&gt;foi tudo der repente quando acordei me vim em teu colo&lt;br /&gt;nunca pensei em te beijar mas beijei&lt;br /&gt;nunca pensei em lhe ter mas acabei lhe tendo e te querendo&lt;br /&gt;não pensava em acordar e ver alguém do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;mas hoje acordo e vejo você sorrindo para mim&lt;br /&gt;nunca pensei que amar era tão bom se soubesse teria te amado antes mas não amei nunca pensei que amar me faria feliz pensava que era bobagem mas agora vejo que não é...´´&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8445555774462271249?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8445555774462271249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/nunca-pensei-em-te-amar-mas-amei-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8445555774462271249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8445555774462271249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/nunca-pensei-em-te-amar-mas-amei-foi.html' title='Nunca pensei em Amar'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWQNrdFhI/AAAAAAAAALY/WIbyO39-vOk/s72-c/quase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-3643274946408338640</id><published>2009-03-20T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:49:59.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWD4qn13I/AAAAAAAAALQ/OWA3_cjKfZI/s1600-h/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327347466426226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWD4qn13I/AAAAAAAAALQ/OWA3_cjKfZI/s320/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´Obrigada por aquele beijo que até hoje não saiu de minha boca obrigada pela aquele aroma que até hoje está sobre minha cama mas quando acordo não te veijo por onde você está ?com quem você está ?pq me deixou aqui sozinho me deslumbrando com teu sorriso pq me deixou ?pq me amou ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-3643274946408338640?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3643274946408338640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/obrigada-por-aquele-beijo-que-ate-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3643274946408338640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3643274946408338640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/obrigada-por-aquele-beijo-que-ate-hoje.html' title='Beijo'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPWD4qn13I/AAAAAAAAALQ/OWA3_cjKfZI/s72-c/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-6975120267551629880</id><published>2009-03-20T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:50:13.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVsVf9uUI/AAAAAAAAALI/EBXZonMpyBI/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326942889490754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVsVf9uUI/AAAAAAAAALI/EBXZonMpyBI/s320/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´há se eu pudesse voltar atrás e te falar o que nunca falei há se eu pudesse te amar como queria mas como nunca te amei há se eu pudesse voltar atrás eu mudaria tudo e te amaria mas e mas como nunca te amei...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-6975120267551629880?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6975120267551629880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-se-eu-pudesse-voltar-atras-e-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6975120267551629880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6975120267551629880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-se-eu-pudesse-voltar-atras-e-te.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVsVf9uUI/AAAAAAAAALI/EBXZonMpyBI/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-4559951243145030870</id><published>2009-03-20T10:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:50:31.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVh5CgwsI/AAAAAAAAALA/BLaR-B6KkiE/s1600-h/beijo%25202%2520jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326763451073218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVh5CgwsI/AAAAAAAAALA/BLaR-B6KkiE/s320/beijo%25202%2520jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´Foi apenas um beijo e nada mas eu a amei ela me amou-me mas foi apenas um beijo e nada mas.´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-4559951243145030870?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4559951243145030870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/foi-apenas-um-beijo-e-nada-mas-eu-amei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4559951243145030870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4559951243145030870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/foi-apenas-um-beijo-e-nada-mas-eu-amei.html' title='Apenas um Beijo'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVh5CgwsI/AAAAAAAAALA/BLaR-B6KkiE/s72-c/beijo%25202%2520jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-699555568207043784</id><published>2009-03-20T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:50:49.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVTOrS8LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ipN5YlyzEUQ/s1600-h/casalka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326511561240754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVTOrS8LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ipN5YlyzEUQ/s320/casalka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo é amor neste meu coração.tudo ainda é amor neste coração apaixonado amor que traz ausencia nesse coração de menino apaixonado mas com vc no meu pensamento a ausência vai embora e me vem seus cabelos molhados,sua pele macia sua boca suave que sempre quero beijar e do seu lado eu sempre vou estar para acariciar e te beija te dar todo o meu amor aquele amor que eu sinto no meu coração amor que trás esperança e que me traz a solidão.´´&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-699555568207043784?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/699555568207043784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-e-amor-neste-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/699555568207043784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/699555568207043784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-e-amor-neste-meu-coracao.html' title='Tudo é amor'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVTOrS8LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ipN5YlyzEUQ/s72-c/casalka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-4388007180238223772</id><published>2009-03-20T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:51:10.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem Apaixonado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVGsVdiOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gdY59b_7uw0/s1600-h/homem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326296184424674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVGsVdiOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gdY59b_7uw0/s320/homem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;” Guarde no seu coração a certeza que o seu amor foi verdadeiro e que não há nada que te possa fazer esquecer o que você sente por ela guarde no seu coração o rosto daquela pessoa que te fez feliz guarde na memória os momentos felizes que passaram junto se não esqueça daquele beijo,que te fez viajar para bem longe que te fez um homem melhor que te fez um homem apaixonado.´´&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-4388007180238223772?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4388007180238223772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/guarde-no-seu-coracao-certeza-que-o-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4388007180238223772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4388007180238223772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/guarde-no-seu-coracao-certeza-que-o-seu.html' title='Homem Apaixonado'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPVGsVdiOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gdY59b_7uw0/s72-c/homem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-6289139873817891603</id><published>2009-03-20T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:51:33.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menino Apaixonado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPU32vS05I/AAAAAAAAAKo/OUwRSVPt1nk/s1600-h/como-dormir-melhor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326041279091602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPU32vS05I/AAAAAAAAAKo/OUwRSVPt1nk/s320/como-dormir-melhor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;” Parece sonho mas não é,é a pura realidadeé ela mesmo que está aqui dormindo do meu ladoeu olho para elae agradeço a Deus por ter colocado está mulher no meu paraisopor que é por causa dela que eu me sinto felizpor causa dela que eu me sinto mas alegrepor causa dela que eu quero viverviver para ama-lapara respeita-lapara ser fiel a ela e a proteger de todo o mala minha menina,minha mulhermulher do sorriso mas perfeito,até dormindo ela sorrirvc tinha que ver meu caro leitor (a)é a coisa mas linda do mundoé ela mesmo a mulher que eu amo e que sempre voa amarnão importa o que aconteça é com ela que eu quero estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-6289139873817891603?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6289139873817891603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/parece-sonho-mas-nao-ee-pura-realidadee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6289139873817891603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6289139873817891603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/parece-sonho-mas-nao-ee-pura-realidadee.html' title='Menino Apaixonado'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPU32vS05I/AAAAAAAAAKo/OUwRSVPt1nk/s72-c/como-dormir-melhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-4971859643315965788</id><published>2009-03-20T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:51:58.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUrbRyrlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uT0YMy3Hb0Q/s1600-h/1138195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315325827749162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUrbRyrlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uT0YMy3Hb0Q/s320/1138195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;” Amei como o amor me amou não conheço nenhum outro amor para amar se não o meu amor.o que quer que eu diga alem de te amar se o que quero dizer é que sempre vou te amar ”&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-4971859643315965788?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4971859643315965788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/amei-como-o-amor-me-amou-nao-conheco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4971859643315965788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4971859643315965788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/amei-como-o-amor-me-amou-nao-conheco.html' title='Amei'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUrbRyrlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uT0YMy3Hb0Q/s72-c/1138195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-39442842178723333</id><published>2009-03-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:52:21.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUeW8tzUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xfxSRTygreQ/s1600-h/Um_Amor_Para_Recordar_(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315325603248721218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUeW8tzUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xfxSRTygreQ/s320/Um_Amor_Para_Recordar_(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´O amor que eu sinto por ela é mas forte do que tudo é mas do que profundo é algo divino que nem eu mas entendo muitos dizem que não sei o que é amor mas na verdade nem eles mesmo sabem o que é amor...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-39442842178723333?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/39442842178723333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-amor-que-eu-sinto-por-ela-e-mas-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/39442842178723333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/39442842178723333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-amor-que-eu-sinto-por-ela-e-mas-forte.html' title='O meu amor'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUeW8tzUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xfxSRTygreQ/s72-c/Um_Amor_Para_Recordar_(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-2549468123696149338</id><published>2009-03-20T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:37:18.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUSiRpIlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tBhquCyNIcg/s1600-h/Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315325400130855506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUSiRpIlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tBhquCyNIcg/s320/Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´No horizonte sem fim onde não existia luz havia um grande amor entre dois jovensmas como não havia luz os dois não podiam se ver eles apenas conversavam e nessas conversasestava nascendo um grande amor mas os dois não podiam se ver por que não havia luzsó havia o brilho nos olhos dos jovens algum tempo depois a jovem menina morre sem ver o rosto de seu amadoe vai para um lugar muito bonito onde há a luz do sol passado tempo depois o jovem menino também morree vai pra o mesmo lugar onde há a luz do sol mas como ele iria encontrar a menina se os dois nunca se viram antes ?mas ele tinha visto o brilho dos olhos dela e foi pelo brilho dos olhos que os jovens se reconheceram e estão la vivendo felizes no paraíso´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-2549468123696149338?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2549468123696149338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-horizonte-sem-fim-onde-nao-existia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2549468123696149338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2549468123696149338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-horizonte-sem-fim-onde-nao-existia.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUSiRpIlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tBhquCyNIcg/s72-c/Kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8638120797445966340</id><published>2009-03-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:36:25.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUEkmc5VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-ppqwdFXLNc/s1600-h/vaclama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315325160236836178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUEkmc5VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-ppqwdFXLNc/s320/vaclama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;” Desde criança brincava na lama ao sujar as mãos a doce jovem viria a limpar fez eu descrever aquela beleza por ver que o próprio menino por ela se apaixonará..”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8638120797445966340?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8638120797445966340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/desde-crianca-brincava-na-lama-ao-sujar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8638120797445966340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8638120797445966340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/desde-crianca-brincava-na-lama-ao-sujar.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPUEkmc5VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-ppqwdFXLNc/s72-c/vaclama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-150395288854987617</id><published>2009-03-20T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:33:39.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPTZUhOgoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4zxAz6s0o2E/s1600-h/1468333163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315324417185579650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPTZUhOgoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4zxAz6s0o2E/s320/1468333163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"DIZ QUE ME AMA Se não me ama,diz que me odeia por que se não me ama,eu te amo,e como irei ficar sem o seu amor,se é ele que me fortalece?Diz que me ama que eu digo que te quero...Diz que me ama..."&lt;br /&gt;(Marco Antonio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-150395288854987617?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/150395288854987617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/diz-que-me-ama-se-nao-me-amadiz-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/150395288854987617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/150395288854987617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/diz-que-me-ama-se-nao-me-amadiz-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPTZUhOgoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4zxAz6s0o2E/s72-c/1468333163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-2126280537425826464</id><published>2009-03-20T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:31:27.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPS41IE_wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Uy5KiQNqpsY/s1600-h/amei_-2343.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315323859002785538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPS41IE_wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Uy5KiQNqpsY/s320/amei_-2343.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o teu olhar é como as estrelas numa noite de luar é como um vendaval sem saber para onde ir.da sua boca sai um aroma que se espalha pelo ar mas de onde sera que vem este aroma com sabor de mar ?sera que um dia poderei te tocarte os labios e te dizer que te amo ?me sinto um bobo escrevendo essas palavras mas eu não as escrevo com os dedos mas sim com o coração pulsando eu não sou um bobo mas sim um menino apaixonado que quando esta sozinho escreve essas palavras sera que levo jeito pra isso ?todos levam só é abrir o coração e colocar tudo o que vc sente pra fora se vc ama alguem não deixe a escapar de seus braços agarre ela como se ela fosse a unica mulher do mundo beija ela como nunca beijou ninguem ama ela como nunca amou ninguem pois um dia vc podera dizer eu amei.&lt;br /&gt;(marco antonio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-2126280537425826464?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2126280537425826464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-teu-olhar-e-como-as-estrelas-numa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2126280537425826464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2126280537425826464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-teu-olhar-e-como-as-estrelas-numa.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPS41IE_wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Uy5KiQNqpsY/s72-c/amei_-2343.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-412777357542424484</id><published>2009-03-20T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:30:21.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPSoV-J1pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gPL362UKHIw/s1600-h/amor_cartao05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315323575761753746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPSoV-J1pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gPL362UKHIw/s320/amor_cartao05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-hojehoje-eu-preciso-ouvir-a-sua-voz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hoje eu preciso ouvir a sua vozpreciso sentir o calor de seu corpopreciso sentir sua boca na minhae acariciar sua péle maciahoje eu preciso dizer que te amonão só hoje mas como todos os diashoje preciso ter voce do meu ladohoje preciso de voce na minha cama pra gente se amar e na manhã seguinteacordar e ver voce deitada do meu ladoacordar e dizer eu te amo...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(marco antonio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-412777357542424484?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/412777357542424484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-preciso-ouvir-sua-vozpreciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/412777357542424484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/412777357542424484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-preciso-ouvir-sua-vozpreciso.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPSoV-J1pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gPL362UKHIw/s72-c/amor_cartao05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-7464800284171804442</id><published>2009-03-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:29:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPSXIb8EgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wM3wNY5oIlA/s1600-h/amor_recordar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315323280070808066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPSXIb8EgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wM3wNY5oIlA/s320/amor_recordar01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas ninguem mas ninguém irá te fazer feliz como eu mas ninguém irá te beijar como eu te beijei mas ninguem irá te arrepiar como eu mas ninguem irá te acariciar como eu te acariciei mas ninguem irá te dar o amor que um dia eu te dei por que esse amor ainda não acabou e esse ninguem não existe mas existe um alguem e esse alguém sou eu...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-7464800284171804442?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7464800284171804442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/mas-ninguem-mas-ninguem-ira-te-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7464800284171804442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7464800284171804442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/mas-ninguem-mas-ninguem-ira-te-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPSXIb8EgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wM3wNY5oIlA/s72-c/amor_recordar01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-6826039540100783243</id><published>2009-03-20T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:27:35.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPR_0zJHzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4tVdzN8QyD8/s1600-h/Bob%2520Apaixonado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322879662432050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPR_0zJHzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4tVdzN8QyD8/s320/Bob%2520Apaixonado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é vc que me deixa assim me deixa com vontade de acariciar o teu corpo é vc que me inspira a poesia no trabalho na escola só vivo pensando em vc não vejo a hora de estar do teu lado poder sentir sua pele o teu corpo é vc que me deixa sem palavras mas pra que as palavras se eu tenho vc pra dizer que te amo e quando vc não esta do meu lado eu fecho os olhos e vejo o teu rosto o teu sorriso que é a coisa mas linda que eu já vim é para vc que eu quero dizer que te amo é no teu colo que eu quero estar é a sua boca que eu quero beijar é pra vc que no altar vou dizer sim vc que me deixa assim...´´&lt;br /&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-6826039540100783243?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6826039540100783243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-vc-que-me-deixa-assim-me-deixa-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6826039540100783243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/6826039540100783243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-vc-que-me-deixa-assim-me-deixa-com.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPR_0zJHzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4tVdzN8QyD8/s72-c/Bob%2520Apaixonado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8274237436142146268</id><published>2009-03-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:26:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPRzb_UzlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yi1qeUPt-z4/s1600-h/le_dernier_625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322666844212818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPRzb_UzlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yi1qeUPt-z4/s320/le_dernier_625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MULHER´´O QUE SERIA DO HOMEM SE NÃO FOSSE A MULHER É ELA QUE ESTA DO SEU LADO É ELA QUE TE DAR CARINHO,AMOR E CONFORTO É ELA QUE TE ESPERA TODAS AS NOITES VOCE CHEGAR DO TRABALHO E QUANDO VOCÊ NÃO CHEGA É ELA QUE FICA PREOUCUPADA É ELA QUE TE FAZ SORRIR TEM ATÉ UMA BRIGUINHAS MAS COM AMOR TUDO PASSA NÃO EXISTE PALAVRAS PARA EXPLICAR UMA ´´MULHER´´NEM CONTAS PARA DECIFRAR UMA PORTANTO SE VOCÊ TEM UMA MULHER NÃO FAÇA ELA SOFRER TRATE ELA COM CARINHO POIS ELA SABERÁ RETRIBUIR COM ´´AMOR´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(MARCO ANTÓNIO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8274237436142146268?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8274237436142146268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulhero-que-seria-do-homem-se-nao-fosse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8274237436142146268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8274237436142146268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulhero-que-seria-do-homem-se-nao-fosse.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPRzb_UzlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yi1qeUPt-z4/s72-c/le_dernier_625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-4922789394146022889</id><published>2009-03-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:24:11.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPRMblb8aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nsYplv_ebx8/s1600-h/zero243ko.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315321996720730530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPRMblb8aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nsYplv_ebx8/s320/zero243ko.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-daria-tudo-por-vc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daria tudo por vc&lt;a name="TOC-daria-tudo-para-poder-acordar-de-ma"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daria tudo para poder acordar de manhã e ver vc deitada do meu lado...daria tudo para poder sentir o sabor de sua boca...daria tudo para ver seu sorriso todos os dias...daria o mundo para todos os dias poder te acariciar os lábios e lhe dizer que te amo...não sei dizer o que eu sinto por vc pq o que eu sinto por vc não cabe dentro do meu coração sei que não adianta dizer mais e mais poesias pois nenhuma delas explicaria o meu amor por vcsó tenho três palavras para lhe dizer essas três palavras demonstra tudo o que eu sinto por vc por isso só me resta fechar os olhos e dizer´´eu te amo...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-marco-antonio-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-4922789394146022889?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4922789394146022889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/daria-tudo-por-vc-daria-tudo-para-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4922789394146022889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4922789394146022889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/daria-tudo-por-vc-daria-tudo-para-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPRMblb8aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nsYplv_ebx8/s72-c/zero243ko.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-2170389793207751525</id><published>2009-03-20T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:22:49.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQ5VaR4oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fl872uIDdHA/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315321668645806722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQ5VaR4oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fl872uIDdHA/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;choro´´choro por não esta do meu ladochoro por não ser do jeito que gostaria que fosseesse jeito era vc ser minha somente minhade mais ninguém...´´será que um dia irei te encontrar sorrindonos braços de outro homem espero que nãomas espero vc sorrindo nos meus braçosnos braços de um homem que te ama de verdadenão aquele que te viu pelo seu rostinho lindomas que viu vc pelo seu olharpelo seu jeito de sorrir pela sua alegriasou um homem que não te ama apenas por foramas sim por dentro...´´sou um homem que te ama de verdadepor isso todas as noites gostaria de lhe dizer...te amo minha mulher...´´&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-2170389793207751525?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2170389793207751525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/chorochoro-por-nao-esta-do-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2170389793207751525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2170389793207751525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/chorochoro-por-nao-esta-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQ5VaR4oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fl872uIDdHA/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8662210127512400634</id><published>2009-03-20T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:21:22.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQjGK4lDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/l1b048frFw8/s1600-h/o_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315321286597579826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQjGK4lDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/l1b048frFw8/s320/o_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´minha musa inspiradora...´´agradeço a Deus todos os dias por ter colocado esta mulher na minha vida se não fosse por ela eu não teria decifrado o amor e nem estaria aqui hj escrevendo essas palavras por isso meu Deus muito obrigado por ter me dado esse anjo♥ ´´janaina eu te amo...´´♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8662210127512400634?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8662210127512400634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-musa-inspiradora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8662210127512400634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8662210127512400634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-musa-inspiradora.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQjGK4lDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/l1b048frFw8/s72-c/o_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-4107399365428379250</id><published>2009-03-20T10:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:34:42.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQUC0KNiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mks6lXPI9Yw/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315321027998922274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQUC0KNiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mks6lXPI9Yw/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela_me desculpe mas não vai dar certo&lt;br /&gt; ele_pq não vai dar certo que foi que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt; ela_vc não fez nada vc merece alguém melhor que eu&lt;br /&gt; ele_não,não eu quero é vc é vc que eu quero&lt;br /&gt; ela_eu te amo mas o nosso amor é impossivel&lt;br /&gt; ele_agente vamos enfrentar isso juntos&lt;br /&gt; ela_eu tenho medo&lt;br /&gt; ele_não vou deixar nada acontecer com vcela_chora&lt;br /&gt; ele_a abraça ele_quero ficar com vc não ligo pro que os outros vão dizer sou feliz e não posso negar quero ficar com vcela_te amo ele_a beija (marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-4107399365428379250?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4107399365428379250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/elame-desculpe-mas-nao-vai-dar-certo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4107399365428379250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/4107399365428379250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/elame-desculpe-mas-nao-vai-dar-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQUC0KNiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mks6lXPI9Yw/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-7593809782501667877</id><published>2009-03-20T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:19:39.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQJPxKNiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_RlVtt6Zcuw/s1600-h/teamo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315320842497439266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQJPxKNiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_RlVtt6Zcuw/s320/teamo11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-te-amo-te-quero-te-quero-te-mere-o-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;´´te amo,te quero,te quero,te mereço será que te mereço não sei só sei que te quero e que te amo...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-7593809782501667877?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7593809782501667877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-amote-querote-querote-mereco-sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7593809782501667877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7593809782501667877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-amote-querote-querote-mereco-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPQJPxKNiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_RlVtt6Zcuw/s72-c/teamo11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-1010284357307018398</id><published>2009-03-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:18:39.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPP6Ub5kJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vjF2R50FdzM/s1600-h/7239casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315320586052407442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPP6Ub5kJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vjF2R50FdzM/s320/7239casal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´janaina é mais do que uma mulher do sorriso lindo uma mulher que deixou um menino&lt;br /&gt;apaixonado pela sua beleza não só pela beleza&lt;br /&gt;mas por tudo foi a mulher por quem me&lt;br /&gt;apaixonei pra quem eu quero dar todo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;com quem eu quero viver minha vida toda a cada&lt;br /&gt;momento ao lado dela e se ela não tiver do meu&lt;br /&gt;lado ficarei triste não sei se irei aguentar ficar&lt;br /&gt;sem ela mas eu não vou ficar sem ela sabe porque ?por que eu a amo e sei que ela me ama&lt;br /&gt;tambem e se nós nos amamos seremos felizes para sempre janaina eu te amo...´´&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-1010284357307018398?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1010284357307018398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/janaina-e-mais-do-que-uma-mulher-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1010284357307018398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1010284357307018398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/janaina-e-mais-do-que-uma-mulher-do.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPP6Ub5kJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vjF2R50FdzM/s72-c/7239casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-9159693566558819175</id><published>2009-03-20T10:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:16:33.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPPZES3omI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3vf6ofm0EAo/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315320014783881826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPPZES3omI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3vf6ofm0EAo/s320/triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-o-que-importa-a-felicidade-de-um-ho"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;´´o que importa a felicidade de um homem se ele não tem a mulher que ele quer...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-marco-antonio-6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-9159693566558819175?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9159693566558819175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-importa-felicidade-de-um-homem-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/9159693566558819175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/9159693566558819175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-importa-felicidade-de-um-homem-se.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPPZES3omI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3vf6ofm0EAo/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8790487820454209973</id><published>2009-03-20T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:15:25.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPPJ5OsYeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rb-vXbbNRwc/s1600-h/ho_mu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315319754115539426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPPJ5OsYeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rb-vXbbNRwc/s320/ho_mu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-nosso-amor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-o-nosso-amor-foi-escolhido-entre-mu"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o nosso amor foi escolhido entre muitos para ser o melhor entre todos,&lt;a name="TOC-foi-escolhido-por-que-o-amor-verdad"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;foi escolhido por que o amor é verdadeiro e especial...&lt;a name="TOC-como-diz-nelson-rodrigues-eu-acredi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;como diz Nelson Rodrigues eu acredito no amor eterno por que o meu foi escolhido para ser eterno.&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8790487820454209973?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8790487820454209973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-nosso-amor-foi-escolhido-entre-muitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8790487820454209973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8790487820454209973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-nosso-amor-foi-escolhido-entre-muitos.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPPJ5OsYeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rb-vXbbNRwc/s72-c/ho_mu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-7376349681916858796</id><published>2009-03-20T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:14:41.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPO-0fQoqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZJwjrcXWM3s/s1600-h/matar-a-fome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315319563864285858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPO-0fQoqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZJwjrcXWM3s/s320/matar-a-fome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-me-diz-por-que-essas-crian-as-passa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me diz por que essas crianças passam fome me diz por que eles não tem o que comer por favor meu Deus me diz o que fazer para acabar com isso&lt;a name="TOC-essas-crian-as-n-o-tem-oportunidade"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;essas crianças não tem oportunidade de ter uma escola de ter um lar&lt;a name="TOC-enquanto-uns-esperam-chegar-o-natal"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enquanto uns esperam chegar o natal para ganhar brinquedos e roupas novas&lt;a name="TOC-outros-n-o-querem-nem-saber-por-que"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outros não querem nem saber por que eles não tem a oportunidade de ganhar um carrinho no natal uma roupa nova para usar enquanto uns comem peru no natal eles não tem nem o que comer me diz por que esse mundo é assim tão injusto com as crianças&lt;a name="TOC-meu-desejo-nesse-natal-n-o-ganhar-r"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meu desejo nesse natal não é ganhar roupas novas mas sim que essas crianças tenha o que comer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-marco-antonio-4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-7376349681916858796?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7376349681916858796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-diz-por-que-essas-criancas-passam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7376349681916858796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7376349681916858796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-diz-por-que-essas-criancas-passam.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPO-0fQoqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZJwjrcXWM3s/s72-c/matar-a-fome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-3271344496214246844</id><published>2009-03-20T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:13:52.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOx0Fv-iI/AAAAAAAAAII/bguldUcNZnM/s1600-h/amor3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315319340418988578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOx0Fv-iI/AAAAAAAAAII/bguldUcNZnM/s320/amor3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-a-doen-a-que-eu-tenho-ninguem-jamai"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a doença que eu tenho ninguém jamais poderá curar e nem eu quero ser curado sabe por que por que essa doença é te amar...´´&lt;a name="TOC-marco-antonio-3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-3271344496214246844?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3271344496214246844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/doenca-que-eu-tenho-ninguem-jamais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3271344496214246844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3271344496214246844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/doenca-que-eu-tenho-ninguem-jamais.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOx0Fv-iI/AAAAAAAAAII/bguldUcNZnM/s72-c/amor3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-7965863910589229753</id><published>2009-03-20T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:13:01.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOmMyUdBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ul3STYW2Kog/s1600-h/amoreamizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315319140889949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOmMyUdBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ul3STYW2Kog/s320/amoreamizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-O-Amor-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="TOC-O-amor-n-o-sente-beijinhos-e-abra-o"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O amor não sente beijinhos e abraços&lt;a name="TOC-mais-sim-o-calor-entre-dois-cora-es"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mais sim o calor entre dois corações ...&lt;a name="TOC-marco-antonio-2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-7965863910589229753?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7965863910589229753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-amor-nao-sente-beijinhos-e-abracos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7965863910589229753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/7965863910589229753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-amor-nao-sente-beijinhos-e-abracos.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOmMyUdBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ul3STYW2Kog/s72-c/amoreamizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-2120519798508760648</id><published>2009-03-20T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:12:20.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOam9M21I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5b5PBwdhDoE/s1600-h/anjo%252027842252965378497049895708945y63652615265897645%25206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315318941756480338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOam9M21I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5b5PBwdhDoE/s320/anjo%252027842252965378497049895708945y63652615265897645%25206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deitado olhando para o céu numa noite escura e cheia de estrelas quando derrepente vi uma estrela, mas não era uma estrela comum...era uma estrela que brilhava mais do que as outras e derrepente ouvi uma voz uma voz bem baixinha dizendo "Eu te adoro..."Eu me perguntei de onde será que veio esta voz?Eu falei será que é de algum fantasma?e a voz respondeu:- Sou seu Anjo da Guarda...eu perguntei: mais que anjo?e a voz de novo disse todos tem um anjo da guarda você pode não está me vendo mais eu estou te olhando você pode não me tocar mais eu te toco todas as noites...Todas as noites eu lhe aqueço com minhas asas sobre você.Por tanto pessoal quando ouvir uma voz não se assuste, por que esta voz pode ser do seu"Anjo da Guarda"&lt;a name="TOC-marco-antonio-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-2120519798508760648?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2120519798508760648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/deitado-olhando-para-o-ceu-numa-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2120519798508760648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2120519798508760648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/deitado-olhando-para-o-ceu-numa-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOam9M21I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5b5PBwdhDoE/s72-c/anjo%252027842252965378497049895708945y63652615265897645%25206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-1956499108499808363</id><published>2009-03-20T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:10:56.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOHMZz1WI/AAAAAAAAAHw/__Q_Myf6uRI/s1600-h/amor-de-verao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315318608211203426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOHMZz1WI/AAAAAAAAAHw/__Q_Myf6uRI/s320/amor-de-verao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´Ela me dominou com seu olhar me encantou com seu carisma que me fascina com seu poder de sedução.ela que me deixa assim,ela que me faz delirar são exactamente 4 e 40 da manhã de vez de eu estar dormindo estou aqui sozinho pensando nela mas eu não me sinto só sinto que ela está aqui do meu lado posso sentir o calor de seu corpo posso sentir a pele macia dela da mulher que ganhou o meu amor da mulher que só em ver me deixa sem palavra se as lágrimas não aguentam quando eu penso nela as lágrimas caem em cima da folha lagrimas de um jovem apaixonado que sofre de amor por ela.&lt;br /&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-1956499108499808363?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1956499108499808363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/ela-me-dominou-com-seu-olhar-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1956499108499808363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/1956499108499808363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/ela-me-dominou-com-seu-olhar-me.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPOHMZz1WI/AAAAAAAAAHw/__Q_Myf6uRI/s72-c/amor-de-verao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8130266343531374315</id><published>2009-03-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:06:17.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPNArx_WmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fJk8HGYnQ1Q/s1600-h/natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315317396863408738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPNArx_WmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fJk8HGYnQ1Q/s320/natureza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus olhos que me fascina Que me deixa um tão doce menino,Que me prende em um amor Que com rara beleza me encantou Se tornou a minha natureza Com carinho e amor ”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8130266343531374315?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8130266343531374315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/seus-olhos-que-me-fascina-que-me-deixa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8130266343531374315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8130266343531374315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/seus-olhos-que-me-fascina-que-me-deixa.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPNArx_WmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fJk8HGYnQ1Q/s72-c/natureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-5451647142177650593</id><published>2009-03-20T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:05:33.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPMxCcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1vbeq3kmhOg/s1600-h/beijoap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315317128069985458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPMxCcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1vbeq3kmhOg/s320/beijoap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' Beijo na boca de quem me ama Beijo no rosto de quem me quer Não beijo aquela que me odeia Mas ela me beija por que ela me quer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(MARCO ANTÓNIO) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-5451647142177650593?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5451647142177650593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/beijo-na-boca-de-quem-me-ama-beijo-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/5451647142177650593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/5451647142177650593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/beijo-na-boca-de-quem-me-ama-beijo-no.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPMxCcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1vbeq3kmhOg/s72-c/beijoap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-2479581483688986385</id><published>2009-03-20T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:59:00.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPLT-iB2DI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pimnL6TSyM4/s1600-h/61654ff9ne8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315315529290995762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPLT-iB2DI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pimnL6TSyM4/s320/61654ff9ne8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´BEIJAR VC AMAR VC TE QUERER E NÃO PODER POR QUE NÃO PODER SE TE QUERER É TE TER...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(MARCO ANTÓNIO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-2479581483688986385?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2479581483688986385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/beijar-vc-amar-vc-te-querer-e-nao-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2479581483688986385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/2479581483688986385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/beijar-vc-amar-vc-te-querer-e-nao-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPLT-iB2DI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pimnL6TSyM4/s72-c/61654ff9ne8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-8268725771575878170</id><published>2009-03-20T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:57:41.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me mata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPK_idsIjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OGiWrrpo8Xg/s1600-h/ME_MATA_DE_UMA_VEZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315315178159219250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPK_idsIjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OGiWrrpo8Xg/s320/ME_MATA_DE_UMA_VEZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´ME MATA ME FAÇA SOFRER ME MATA ME FAÇA CHORAR POIS UM DIA EU SOUBE TE AMAR...´´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(MARCO ANTÓNIO) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-8268725771575878170?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8268725771575878170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-mata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8268725771575878170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/8268725771575878170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-mata.html' title='me mata'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPK_idsIjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OGiWrrpo8Xg/s72-c/ME_MATA_DE_UMA_VEZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-3255886619364452300</id><published>2009-03-20T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:56:03.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Verdadeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPKnqT1LfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvBYfWVtAu0/s1600-h/Jonas_apaixonado_tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315314767948492274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPKnqT1LfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvBYfWVtAu0/s320/Jonas_apaixonado_tif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´um menino pergunta há uma mulher vc tem quantos anos ?ela diz 32 e ela pergunta para o menino e vc ? o menino com a cabeça baixa responde 15 ela diz mas como vc é novo o menino responde posso ser novo mas o meu amor por vc é de gente grande eu te amo ela olhando bem no fundo dos olhos do garoto diz mas eu sou muito velha pra vc o garoto chorando diz mas quem ama que nem eu enfrenta tudo a idade o preconceito as diferenças eu te amo e pra sempre vou te amar não importa o que essas pessoas irão dizer o que importa é o que o nosso coração está sentindo e o meu está sentindo amor por vc o menino se ajoelha pede a mão dela e diz fica comigo a mulher se ajoelha o abraça e diz eu te amo...´´ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marco António)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-3255886619364452300?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3255886619364452300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-verdadeiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3255886619364452300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/3255886619364452300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-verdadeiro.html' title='Amor Verdadeiro'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPKnqT1LfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvBYfWVtAu0/s72-c/Jonas_apaixonado_tif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581984813671061773.post-799934430859289643</id><published>2009-03-20T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:53:01.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seu cheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPJ5_Z_sPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R5h7LKiCQKI/s1600-h/P1060060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315313983337509106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPJ5_Z_sPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R5h7LKiCQKI/s320/P1060060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;´´seu cheiro ainda está em minha cama seu beijo ainda está em minha boca suas mãos ainda estão sobre meus ombros vc ainda está no meu pensamento no pensamento de um garoto que te ama de um garoto que é meio bobo mas que sabe o que é o amor o garoto que com o amor fez de sua vida um paraiso um garoto que ama e não sabe se é amado mas eu sei que ela sabe que eu a amo e que morreria por ela somente por ela e por esse amor que é tão lindo...´´(marco antonio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581984813671061773-799934430859289643?l=marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/799934430859289643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/seu-cheiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/799934430859289643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581984813671061773/posts/default/799934430859289643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomcdblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2009/03/seu-cheiro.html' title='seu cheiro'/><author><name>o menino que Ama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12781161614146569008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/SdUHt6e-l1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vPNnbBxrAxk/S220/1+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37-tJm7ZNrE/ScPJ5_Z_sPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R5h7LKiCQKI/s72-c/P1060060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
