<?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-8529627731187216827</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:04:41.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VAI VIRAR</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-6393986641136081148</id><published>2009-11-10T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:37:04.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELE QUER O CONTROLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SvlojWmXV3I/AAAAAAAAADk/buFmTrQir50/s1600-h/separacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402464184578824050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SvlojWmXV3I/AAAAAAAAADk/buFmTrQir50/s320/separacao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dias vão passando e não vejo as coisas acontecerem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes me pego procurando o paradeiro de toda minha coragem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O (ainda) marido diz que só assina a separação depois de vendermos a casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei até que ponto isso fará bem a ele, pois o que noto é que ele quer ter a sensação de que é ele quem dá as cartas, e que dessa forma as coisas só se decidirão quando ele disser que vão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma falsa sensação de propriedade sobre mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito que o temor maior em me dar a separação ainda morando sob o mesmo teto é, de repente, saber que estou bem emocionalmente e "disponível no mercado". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não o desreipeitaria... Acho que ele até sabe disso, mas o orgulho de macho dele não compreende.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E acabo vendo a vida passar diante dos meus olhos, e perco oportunidades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro dia, uma pessoa que fez parte da minha vida um belo dia lá no passado, reapareceu das cinzas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só conversas por email, telefone... Enfim... Apesar de não ser uma pessoa com a qual eu vá me relacionar, foi alguém que me causou um estalo: "Ops! Eu to viva! Preciso resolver minha situação!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero ser desonesta, mas sou de carne e osso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carne, osso e franqueza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou tentando acabar esse casamento, exatamente, há um ano e meio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sou de ferro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admito que essa pessoa mexeu comigo lá no passado, e que agora também me arrepiou a espinha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não... Não tô investindo nisso não... Mas isso me mostrou que as coisas podem acontecer sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quem poderá me cobrar satisfações depois?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai... Como as pessoas complicam as relações...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-6393986641136081148?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/6393986641136081148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-quer-o-controle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/6393986641136081148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/6393986641136081148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-quer-o-controle.html' title='ELE QUER O CONTROLE'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SvlojWmXV3I/AAAAAAAAADk/buFmTrQir50/s72-c/separacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-9113565807416894265</id><published>2009-10-20T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:07:47.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VAGABUNDA SEM CARÁTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/St4_S4tHsiI/AAAAAAAAADc/LGx-I65ot1Q/s1600-h/hhhh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394818997328261666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/St4_S4tHsiI/AAAAAAAAADc/LGx-I65ot1Q/s320/hhhh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E sabem de uma coisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Cansei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;EU CANSEI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Semana passada, numa daquelas conversas com intenção clara de "vamos resolver logo essa situação", acabou se iniciando uma guerra de "elogios" por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Mais ou menos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;ELE: -É sempre tudo do jeito que você quer mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;EU: - &lt;em&gt;Marido&lt;/em&gt;, eu não te amo mais, não dá pra ser de outro jeito. Não posso continuar casada com você, não tô mais feliz. O que você quer? Que eu continue empurrando isso aqui com a barriga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;ELE: O que eu quero? Quero que você vá pra puta que pariu, vá tomar no seu cu, porque pra mim você não passa de uma vagabunda sem caráter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;E assim, o que era pra ser uma conversa civilizada, acabou se transformando num bombardeio de ofensas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Confesso que, mesmo tendo se passado uma semana dessa briga, ainda to tentando entender o porque de ter sido chamada de vagabunda sem caráter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Dizem que quem não é bom com os argumentos, recorre aos xingamentos pra se sentir com a alma lavada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Vai ver é isso mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Vou me livrar disso logo, sou a esperança em pessoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Torçam por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-9113565807416894265?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/9113565807416894265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/10/vagabunda-sem-carater.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/9113565807416894265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/9113565807416894265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/10/vagabunda-sem-carater.html' title='VAGABUNDA SEM CARÁTER'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/St4_S4tHsiI/AAAAAAAAADc/LGx-I65ot1Q/s72-c/hhhh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-1654336748913942985</id><published>2009-09-17T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:28:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOIS MESES DEPOIS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Há dois meses não escrevo nada aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nesse período, tomei algumas decisões que não sei se foram as mais acertadas, mas que me pareceram, num primeiro momento, as mais coerentes diante da situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me vejo numa situação onde não é possível, como é para muitos casais que se separam, conviver sob o mesmo teto até que a questão da venda da casa seja resolvida, uma vez que nenhum de nós tem outro lugar pra morar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Infelizmente, não posso contar com a minha mãe, que apesar de estar bem "vivinha da silva", é mãe de uma filha só (a minha irmã).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Outro dia estava lendo um email que ela mandou pra uma amiga falando sobre a minha situação conjugal, onde entre relatos inconvenientes, disse à amiga : "Ah, mas isso aí da separação é problema dela, só dela".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Então, já sei que não posso contar com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bom, meu marido não aceita a separação, me acusa de um monte de coisas e tal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;A questão é que, não bastasse essas acusações à mim, ele parte pro "ataque às crianças".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não, não são ataques físicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele simplesmente bombardeia aquelas cabecinhas com choros e lamentações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando decidi por me separar, conversei com as crianças e expliquei que o amor tinha acabado, mas que nem eu e nem o pai deles tinha feito nada de errado. Simplesmente não sentia mais vontade de estar ao lado dele, apesar de ter sido bem feliz com ele por um bom tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Falei que o pai continuaria sendo pai como sempre foi, que eu não queria hostilidade aqui dentro de casa e nem que as crianças tomassem partido da situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Isso foi conversado com duas crianças de 13 e 11 anos. Possuem maturidade pra entender isso, e assim o fizeram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Porém, o pai, ficou devendo na maturidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Passou a chorar o tempo todo pelos cantos, se fez ausente da vida deles e, pior, esperava eu estar longe das crianças pra encher a cabeça delas de "minhocas": que eu não podia largar dele, que ele ia morrer longe de mim, que nao aguentaria ficar longe dos filhos... bla... bla... bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sei que ele está sofrendo com tudo isso, mas que fique claro que jamais pensei em deixá-lo afastado dos filhos, ao contrário, eu exijo que ele seja próximo e participante. Claro que teremos uma rotina reorganizada, mas estou absolutamente disposta a tê-lo comigo na educação dos filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele não aceita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele acha que eu tenho que arrumar minhas malas e ir embora, largando as crianças com ele sob a alegação de que a insatisfeita com o casamento sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Então, cansada de tantos escândalos e dramas aqui, e zelando pela sanidade mental das crianças, parei de falar em separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não, não desisti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Congelei o assunto até tomar um novo fôlego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Preciso me organizar direitinho antes de retomar esse assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Viver sob o mesmo teto não será mais possível quando esse assunto ressurgir, portanto, devo ter um "planoB" em mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Enquanto isso não acontece, tenho a sensação de que a minha vida está passando diante de mim e que sou mera espectadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Espero, em breve, conseguir novamente um papel de destaque nessa minha vida, que ultimamente tem andado tão sem graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-1654336748913942985?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/1654336748913942985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/09/dois-meses-depois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/1654336748913942985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/1654336748913942985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/09/dois-meses-depois.html' title='DOIS MESES DEPOIS...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-8012658807893594072</id><published>2009-07-15T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:35:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE ME IMPORTA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entre muitos desaforos e absurdos que ouvi dele essa semana, num gesto desesperado de tentar entender e justificar o injustificável, ouvi isso:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;ME ARREPENDO, DO FUNDO DO CORAÇÃO, POR TER TE CONHECIDO, TER FICADO E ACREDITADO EM VOCÊ, ATE MESMO TER TIDO FILHOS COM VC ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; "&gt;No mais, me chamou de volúvel, sem caráter e traidora... Tudo isso porque quero a separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tenho outro, não o traí, não menti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tô chegando naquele ponto onde penso em parar de considerar o sentimento do outro para considerar apenas o 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vjwJlv7Dfk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-8012658807893594072?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/8012658807893594072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-me-importa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/8012658807893594072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/8012658807893594072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-me-importa.html' title='O QUE ME IMPORTA?'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-1886537207387030987</id><published>2009-07-04T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:50:44.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM MOMENTO DE TRÉGUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/Sk_LNq5HhaI/AAAAAAAAACE/EDfI5-eL4nw/s1600-h/CARTAOPOSTAL50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/Sk_LNq5HhaI/AAAAAAAAACE/EDfI5-eL4nw/s320/CARTAOPOSTAL50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354721917679404450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Essa semana ele começou a trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Notei que ele tentou deixar o clima mais ameno por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Falou comigo algumas vezes, e vi em seus olhos a vontade de pedir que eu desista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não o fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu agradeço por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ainda há pouco saiu pra trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não se conteve, veio me dar um beijo de despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me beijou no rosto e me cheirou como se cheira uma roupa de alguém que a gente sente falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entendi como um pedido silencioso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"volte a dormir comigo, vamos deixar essa coisa de separação pra lá, vai ser tudo diferente..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entendi, apenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Retribuí o afago com outro pedido no abraço: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;fique bem, a gente pode enfrentar isso e sobreviver, não precisamos nos hostilizar o tempo todo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E assim, ele foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-1886537207387030987?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/1886537207387030987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-momento-de-tregua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/1886537207387030987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/1886537207387030987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-momento-de-tregua.html' title='UM MOMENTO DE TRÉGUA'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/Sk_LNq5HhaI/AAAAAAAAACE/EDfI5-eL4nw/s72-c/CARTAOPOSTAL50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-4479985485816719844</id><published>2009-06-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:39:25.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TÃO SIMPLES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SkZ0TjGeDpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FMohf2jyjLs/s1600-h/van_gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SkZ0TjGeDpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FMohf2jyjLs/s320/van_gogh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352093086365126290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não entendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Homens são bichos estranhos mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sabe quando a gente ouve falar da separação de amigos, e depois fica sabendo que um dos dois tinha outra pessoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Os nossos homens mostram indignação: se foi a mulher que traiu, ela é uma &lt;i&gt;vaca&lt;/i&gt;; se foi o homem, ele é um &lt;i&gt;trouxa&lt;/i&gt; (por ter sido descoberto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aí, quando o problema da vez é contigo,e você decide pela separação, segue um diálogo mais ou menos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Você tem outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Não, não tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Mas tá apaixonada por alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Não, não tô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Não é possível! Então por que diabos quer se separar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Porque não tô feliz, não te amo mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Ah... você tem outro e não quer me contar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tão simples seria se eles acreditassem na gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas a vontade que eles têm de nos transformar em “vacas” da situação os impedem de raciocinar e perceber que, às vezes, as coisas são bem simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;E pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-4479985485816719844?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/4479985485816719844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-entendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/4479985485816719844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/4479985485816719844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-entendo.html' title='TÃO SIMPLES...'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SkZ0TjGeDpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FMohf2jyjLs/s72-c/van_gogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-5036709237392686977</id><published>2009-06-25T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:52:40.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NENHUMA PALAVRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SkOnakxvtFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z22IC-qwebE/s1600-h/iconografia-silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SkOnakxvtFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z22IC-qwebE/s320/iconografia-silencio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351304857237042258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Há dez dias, aproximadamente, não estamos nos falando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele não fala comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pedi a separação, e ele sabe que não caberá nenhuma reconsideração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Apesar de demonstrar ter ficado chocado com minha decisão, e de me acusar desmedidamente por não amá-lo mais, tenho certeza de que ele sabia que isso ia acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dei sinais de alerta por longo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pedi socorro velado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Falei claramente que estava por um fio. E por um fio, continuou. E continuou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje, o teto ainda é compartilhado por nós, a cama não mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Com a recusa dele em conversar civilizadamente à respeito, não consegui ainda colocar as questões práticas em pauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Meu corpo dói, tamanho o estresse que tenho passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Que este silêncio dele seja aproveitado para que suas idéias sejam colocadas em ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Só mais uns dias e irei ao advogado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Honestamente, nem sei por onde começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-5036709237392686977?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/5036709237392686977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/06/nenhuma-palavra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/5036709237392686977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/5036709237392686977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/06/nenhuma-palavra.html' title='NENHUMA PALAVRA'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/SkOnakxvtFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z22IC-qwebE/s72-c/iconografia-silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529627731187216827.post-7344566033905977929</id><published>2009-06-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:40:43.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIM DA PARCERIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/Sj0ly6JwbHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_14YJNnJ4Qc/s1600-h/van.jpg"&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/_z1a7i8ABK40/Sj0ly6JwbHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_14YJNnJ4Qc/s320/van.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349473488919882866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que achei que meu casamento seria eterno, algumas vezes certas situações me deixaram a mercê da dúvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ninguém se casa pensando em se separar, mas chega um ponto onde pequenas coisas se tornam grandes problemas, a intolerância se faz presente muito mais que os momentos de carinho, a televisão proporciona prazer maior que uma noite a dois... Aí não tem jeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Foram inúmeros acontecimentos corriqueiros, posturas adotadas diante de problemas e muitos questionamentos sobre a situação geral do casamento que me fizeram tomar a decisão de me separar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;O amor não acabou, pelo menos não aquele amor que a gente sente por quem a gente quer bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;O que acabou foi o amor homem-mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Acabou o desejo de continuar caminhando “em dupla”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Temos o direito de buscar o melhor, mas temos também o dever de fazer nossos filhos sofrerem o mínimo possível durante esse processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;É o que estou tentando fazer, e vou contar aqui o desenrolar dessa situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me fará bem escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gaieMsToD8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gaieMsToD8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529627731187216827-7344566033905977929?l=vaivirar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/feeds/7344566033905977929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/06/ao-mesmo-tempo-que-achei-que-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/7344566033905977929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529627731187216827/posts/default/7344566033905977929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaivirar.blogspot.com/2009/06/ao-mesmo-tempo-que-achei-que-meu.html' title='FIM DA PARCERIA'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14336421687452081188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a7i8ABK40/Sj0ly6JwbHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_14YJNnJ4Qc/s72-c/van.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
