<?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-6065502352549659418</id><updated>2012-02-18T17:21:50.449-02:00</updated><category term='Vitória em Cristo Jesus'/><category term='Tentando me encontrar.'/><category term='Saudades...'/><category term='e há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu.&quot;(Eclesiastes 3:1)'/><category term='&quot;(...)Foi ensinado a nunca se render'/><category term='Ah o Amor.'/><category term='Esperando dias melhores.'/><category term='Tentando.'/><category term='&quot;Tempus Fugit... 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cRnxRjbdoE/Tz_5Db5NDrI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yFHEhSWVd4o/s1600/Roberto-Baggio-World-Cup-Beard-1998_2462844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cRnxRjbdoE/Tz_5Db5NDrI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yFHEhSWVd4o/s320/Roberto-Baggio-World-Cup-Beard-1998_2462844.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Buon Compleanno Roberto Baggio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ti Amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Non è un miraggio: Roberto Baggio!&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; 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border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Para que percorres inultimente o Céu inteiro à procura da tua Estrela?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Põe-na lá!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Vergílio Ferreira)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1972469081742609102?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1972469081742609102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1972469081742609102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2012/02/viva-per-sempre-roby-baggio.html' title='Viva Per Sempre Roby Baggio!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cRnxRjbdoE/Tz_5Db5NDrI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yFHEhSWVd4o/s72-c/Roberto-Baggio-World-Cup-Beard-1998_2462844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-2136071984041029357</id><published>2012-02-03T20:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T20:03:04.855-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Descartável...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-C06C9Lmf4/TyxYfGL2GKI/AAAAAAAAA78/g5Cc5lljPE8/s1600/fantoche.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-C06C9Lmf4/TyxYfGL2GKI/AAAAAAAAA78/g5Cc5lljPE8/s320/fantoche.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tenho muitos anos de vida...nem tanta experiência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas o pouco que tive pudeperceber algumas coisas sobre o tal do Amor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu já tive dois relacionamentosmuito doentes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E um relacionamento todo errado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ligar de minuto em minuto não éAmor e muito menos bonitinho... o que eu achava lindo no início, percebi queera apenas uma forma de controle, de monitoramento... alguém que não confiavaem mim o suficiente pra me deixar um tempo sem a presença dele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazer uma alegoria de Carnavalpra você e um milhão de juras de Amor por dia não é Amor... Isso é uma mentiraque ele conta pra ver se no final ele acaba acreditando. Quem ama não mente,não engana, não trai... Juras são apenas mentiras quando não são acompanhadasde atitudes certas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Querer que você não fiquesozinha, não ande sozinha não é Amor... é uma forma de te sufocar, te prender,te controlar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor não é te tratar feitocapacho, não é ser inconveniente, é confiar, não é fazer uma tempestade porqualquer copo d’água...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor não tem nada haver compresentes caros...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor não é o homem nem saber seusobrenome e já estar perguntando qual sua posição preferida na cama... Isso éluxúria, e não no sentido chic que a mídia prega, e sim no sentido pobre evulgar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na Terra do “tudo pode” o Amorperece... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E as pessoas se dizemdesacreditadas no Amor... mas o Amor não mudou, a maioria das pessoas é quedeturparam tudo. A culpa é nossa, não do Amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem pode dizer que amou deverdade ou foi amado de verdade? Creio que as mães podem falar de Amor deverdade, de Amor incondicional.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor não é você fazer do seunamorado (a) um fantoche, implicar com roupas, com o jeito de falar, com osgostos... Amor é respeito, principalmente pela individualidade de cada um. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor não é anular o outro, não édiminuir pra ver se ele (a) se sente menos atraente e te provoque menosciúmes...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Amor não vem disfarçado de umacara fofinha que não para de te ligar quando você avisa que vai sair... isso éinsegurança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amores doentes... pessoas que nãosabem amar... é o que mais há. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não somos propriedade, e nãopodemos fazer de ninguém uma propriedade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor não é ser dono de alguém, ésim estar no coração de alguém e ter alguém no seu coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É você pensar na pessoa antes defazer qualquer coisa porque não quer magoá-la.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar não é ligar de minuto emminuto, não é querer conhecer 100% das pessoas que você se relaciona só pra tecontrolar, não é implicar com sua profissão, não é pedir pra você abrir mão deum sonho por ele (a), não é querer se colocar sempre no centro da vida do outro,não é mentir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Amor é simples, é respeito, éflexibilidade, é confiança... o Amor não te faz mal de nenhuma forma. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor não é cobrança, não é estar“nem aí”, não se envolver...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Amor é Amar... Simples ecomplexo assim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O amor é sofredor, é benigno; o amor nãoé invejoso; o amor não se vangloria,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;não se ensoberbece,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;não se porta inconvenientemente, não busca os seus próprios interesses,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;não seirrita, não suspeita mal;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;não se regozija com a injustiça, mas se regozija com a verdade;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;(I Co &amp;nbsp; 13:4-7)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&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/6065502352549659418-2136071984041029357?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2136071984041029357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2136071984041029357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2012/02/descartavel.html' title='Descartável...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-C06C9Lmf4/TyxYfGL2GKI/AAAAAAAAA78/g5Cc5lljPE8/s72-c/fantoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-9041000448856876764</id><published>2012-01-31T20:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:47:17.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Na esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1NZQXyU2eQ/TyhvaQ4BZjI/AAAAAAAAA70/yZP0pn1a5do/s1600/5124935672_153d1c7a96_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1NZQXyU2eQ/TyhvaQ4BZjI/AAAAAAAAA70/yZP0pn1a5do/s320/5124935672_153d1c7a96_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E no fim dos tempos o Amor esfriaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As pessoas não se importariam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas me pergunto se um dia se importaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Risos falsos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Atitudes por conveniência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem de fato se importa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou quem de fato só se interessa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Num mundinho onde o que importa é parecer ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anda tudo meio complicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque até de onde você imagina que nunca te faltará ajuda, são os primeiros a te virar as costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dá um cansaço de tudo as vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas minhas forças se renovam em Deus a cada manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ele que me sustenta e me guia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E por isso não fico triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Num mundo onde nada importa e ninguém se importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sigo em frente procurando dias melhores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esperança é o que me mantém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Os miseráveis não têm outro Remédio a não ser a Esperança."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(William Shakespeare)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-9041000448856876764?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/9041000448856876764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/9041000448856876764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/na-esperanca.html' title='Na esperança...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1NZQXyU2eQ/TyhvaQ4BZjI/AAAAAAAAA70/yZP0pn1a5do/s72-c/5124935672_153d1c7a96_m.jpg' 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Ao perto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQihz0vQl0c/TwTpv75Q5EI/AAAAAAAAA7c/RyRDCnu-C2E/s1600/5446306729_91ecb318b8_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQihz0vQl0c/TwTpv75Q5EI/AAAAAAAAA7c/RyRDCnu-C2E/s320/5446306729_91ecb318b8_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às vezes, ou na maioria delas, o bom pra você vem com obstáculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De vez em quando a vida prega peças... talvez para que apenas os persistentes sobrevivam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E nessa eu saio perdendo... não sou de persistir muito... não sei porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Outras vezes você vê alguém que muda tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que faz você enxergar as coisas de outra maneira, e faz você querer persistir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora tudo não passa de uma Interrogação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas quem sabe vira uma Exclamação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eis a questão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Atrás doarranha-céu tem o céu, tem o céu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E depois tem outro céu sem estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Em cima do guarda-chuva tem a chuva, tem a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que tem gotas tão lindas que até da vontade decomê-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No fundo dopára-raio tem o raio, tem o raio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que caiu da nuvem negra do temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Todo quadro-negro é todo negro, é todo negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu escrevo seu nome nele só pra demonstrar o meuapego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(...)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; line-height: 14px;"&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 class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Maracatu Atômico –Chico Science &amp;amp; Nação Zumbi)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6712239050780472294?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6712239050780472294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6712239050780472294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/ao-longe-ao-perto.html' title='Ao longe... Ao perto...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQihz0vQl0c/TwTpv75Q5EI/AAAAAAAAA7c/RyRDCnu-C2E/s72-c/5446306729_91ecb318b8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8495988864291842942</id><published>2011-12-11T15:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:02:37.231-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNcaCqsHfeA/TuTwLHxtVzI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Z0YtbFlSaNY/s1600/384428_188566641238441_152012388227200_363156_2116255640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNcaCqsHfeA/TuTwLHxtVzI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Z0YtbFlSaNY/s400/384428_188566641238441_152012388227200_363156_2116255640_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Realmente fiquei chateada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Certas coisas não dão pra entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parece que ninguém quer lutar por nada, e que se não cair no colo não serve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só estranho como muitos não fazem nada para tentar ter algo que valha a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Assim como as estações, as pessoas têm a habilidade de mudar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Nãoacontece com freqüência, mas quando acontece, é sempre para o bem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Algumasvezes leva o quebrado a se tornar inteiro de novo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Às vezes é preciso abrir asportas para novas pessoas e deixá-las entrar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Na maioria das vezes, é precisoapenas uma pessoa que tenha pavor de demonstrar o que sente para conseguir oque jamais achou possível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E algumas coisas nunca mudam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E que comece o novojogo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; 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background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;“Tudo acaba, mas o que te escrevo continua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;O melhor está nas entrelinhas.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OAWwI2eSqIU/TtVTIdKgsqI/AAAAAAAAA54/_J-Updi3gl0/s1600/293930_179445782140929_167851719967002_393453_478854058_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OAWwI2eSqIU/TtVTIdKgsqI/AAAAAAAAA54/_J-Updi3gl0/s320/293930_179445782140929_167851719967002_393453_478854058_n.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A única maneira de se livrar das sombras é apagar a luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fugir da escuridão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que você é de verdade mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então venha meu buscar e foge comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"A liberdade não consiste só em seguir a sua própria vontade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mas àsvezes também em fugir dela."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU7SXlNVULQ/TswZTwk0uzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/sijFt7UetlY/s1600/298840_218872428185736_191409664265346_548214_643235628_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU7SXlNVULQ/TswZTwk0uzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/sijFt7UetlY/s400/298840_218872428185736_191409664265346_548214_643235628_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então é no meio dessa correria toda que algo acontece e nos impulsiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então começo a desconfiar que não fomos feitos para correr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas fomos feitos para andar e apreciar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pena que preferimos correr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E nunca acaba sobrando tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Ei perfeição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;ando numa correria louca atrás de você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Anac)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1334915192732770351?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1334915192732770351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1334915192732770351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/correria.html' title='Correria!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU7SXlNVULQ/TswZTwk0uzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/sijFt7UetlY/s72-c/298840_218872428185736_191409664265346_548214_643235628_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8111327658143268531</id><published>2011-11-20T00:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:19:36.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inesperado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfdcqLiBX2o/TshhbCCuywI/AAAAAAAAA5o/TsupxDkWEdk/s1600/291825_175096605909180_167851719967002_380372_1653481100_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfdcqLiBX2o/TshhbCCuywI/AAAAAAAAA5o/TsupxDkWEdk/s320/291825_175096605909180_167851719967002_380372_1653481100_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sabe quando decide sair pra se divertir sem esperar muito em troca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E sabe quando algo que não se espera acontece e que tudo é bem melhor do que se esperava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pois é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me diverti!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Conhecemos um homem pelo seu riso;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;se na primeira vez que o encontramosele ri de maneira agradável,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;o íntimo é excelente."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NG1zzOp5nfA/TsWdDmJJovI/AAAAAAAAA5g/4-CWzt0m8-A/s1600/5818717121_fa8a817c1c_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NG1zzOp5nfA/TsWdDmJJovI/AAAAAAAAA5g/4-CWzt0m8-A/s400/5818717121_fa8a817c1c_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olhando as luzes da Cidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fingindo que são Estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imaginando onde estará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E se está pensando em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Euvos direi: Amei para entendê-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;Pois só quem amapode ter ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;Capaz de ouvir eentender as estrelas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Olavo Bilac - Via Láctea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6065502352549659418-483278617865962952?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/483278617865962952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/483278617865962952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-luzes.html' title='As Luzes...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NG1zzOp5nfA/TsWdDmJJovI/AAAAAAAAA5g/4-CWzt0m8-A/s72-c/5818717121_fa8a817c1c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8015920181581842368</id><published>2011-11-15T22:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:36:12.495-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dualidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3MdWOBWtrQ/TsMEVFwrnjI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BD9ntjnKTyo/s1600/377955_211746938898285_191409664265346_529095_468437432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3MdWOBWtrQ/TsMEVFwrnjI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BD9ntjnKTyo/s400/377955_211746938898285_191409664265346_529095_468437432_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O eterno duelo entre a razão e o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os românticos sempre ouvem o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os sensatos preferem a razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que importa na verdade são as circunstâncias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E definitivamente essas não estão favoráveis ao coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então que vença a Razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tudo que chega,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;chega sempre por alguma razão."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8015920181581842368?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8015920181581842368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8015920181581842368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/dualidade.html' title='Dualidade.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3MdWOBWtrQ/TsMEVFwrnjI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BD9ntjnKTyo/s72-c/377955_211746938898285_191409664265346_529095_468437432_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5390798311375310870</id><published>2011-11-12T21:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:25:42.575-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por favor saia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46jukmiVHnA/Tr7_tElgqTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aXKBctJMDYA/s1600/385300_180568478695326_167851719967002_397973_2086985270_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46jukmiVHnA/Tr7_tElgqTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aXKBctJMDYA/s400/385300_180568478695326_167851719967002_397973_2086985270_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que eu faço pra você sair da minha mente e do meu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Coisinha difícil ficar com você apenas em meus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Outta my, outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Want you outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Outta my, outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Get outta of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Outta my, outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Want you outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Outta my, outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Just what I said..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Ashlee Simpson - &amp;nbsp; Outta my Head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/6065502352549659418-5390798311375310870?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5390798311375310870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5390798311375310870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/por-favor-saia.html' title='Por favor saia...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46jukmiVHnA/Tr7_tElgqTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aXKBctJMDYA/s72-c/385300_180568478695326_167851719967002_397973_2086985270_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5941211547725950065</id><published>2011-11-10T21:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:01:25.368-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansadinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KT9UhyRYifQ/TrxluujD8UI/AAAAAAAAA5I/j6b524mcbt8/s1600/298105_214979461908366_191409664265346_539583_2081122321_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KT9UhyRYifQ/TrxluujD8UI/AAAAAAAAA5I/j6b524mcbt8/s400/298105_214979461908366_191409664265346_539583_2081122321_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hoje estou cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Não sei se quero descansar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;por estar realmente cansada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;ou se quero descansar para desistir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/clarice_lispector/" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-5941211547725950065?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5941211547725950065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5941211547725950065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/cansadinha.html' title='Cansadinha...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KT9UhyRYifQ/TrxluujD8UI/AAAAAAAAA5I/j6b524mcbt8/s72-c/298105_214979461908366_191409664265346_539583_2081122321_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-2618038403710861601</id><published>2011-11-09T21:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:54:37.678-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê Você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh8MiHC4eP4/TrsSsK3RRYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ChSV9snqMMI/s1600/377749_179789322106575_167851719967002_394421_656071810_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh8MiHC4eP4/TrsSsK3RRYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ChSV9snqMMI/s320/377749_179789322106575_167851719967002_394421_656071810_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se não é pra me fazer voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nem tire meus pés do chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-2618038403710861601?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2618038403710861601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2618038403710861601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/cade-voce.html' title='Cadê Você?'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh8MiHC4eP4/TrsSsK3RRYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ChSV9snqMMI/s72-c/377749_179789322106575_167851719967002_394421_656071810_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5676364151753243676</id><published>2011-11-08T21:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:18:04.831-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPl1IKwfamQ/Trm3WfAbixI/AAAAAAAAA44/9pwwv8E9nuI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPl1IKwfamQ/Trm3WfAbixI/AAAAAAAAA44/9pwwv8E9nuI/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então ela acordou como de um sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas não era sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Era real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o real não é tão bonitinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-5676364151753243676?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5676364151753243676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5676364151753243676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPl1IKwfamQ/Trm3WfAbixI/AAAAAAAAA44/9pwwv8E9nuI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-1617118442722231084</id><published>2011-11-07T20:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:41:38.046-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Querido Marrentinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T36jPMEnqv8/Trhej9GopzI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UmbR9hrgL7M/s1600/310170_213273198745659_191409664265346_534942_1100749216_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T36jPMEnqv8/Trhej9GopzI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UmbR9hrgL7M/s400/310170_213273198745659_191409664265346_534942_1100749216_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adoro Você, meu Amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre bom ter Amigo e poder contar com ele sempre, até quando não se precisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adoro estar perto de você, fazendo coisas simples como estar sentados na escada com conversas simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nada como o simples e o sincero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E sincero é meu desejo pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que tudo de bom te aconteça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adoro sua presença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adoro que esteja perto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adoro que esteja ali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Soneto do amigo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Enfim, depois de tanto erro passado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tantas retaliações, tanto perigo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eis que ressurge noutro o velho amigo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nunca perdido, sempre reencontrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;É bom sentá-lo novamente ao lado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Com olhos que contêm o olhar antigo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sempre comigo um pouco atribulado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E como sempre singular comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Um bicho igual a mim, simples e humano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sabendo se mover e comover&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E a disfarçar com o meu próprio engano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;O amigo: um ser que a vida não explica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Que só se vai ao ver outro nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E o espelho de minha alma multiplica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;( Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1617118442722231084?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1617118442722231084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1617118442722231084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/meu-querido-marrentinho.html' title='Meu Querido Marrentinho!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T36jPMEnqv8/Trhej9GopzI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UmbR9hrgL7M/s72-c/310170_213273198745659_191409664265346_534942_1100749216_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-6715032884664302201</id><published>2011-11-06T11:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:54:42.912-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou Encontrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBuVlFLYD6I/TraQaw0bOCI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Ajatply-UtU/s1600/308652_211739088899070_191409664265346_529073_2006114822_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBuVlFLYD6I/TraQaw0bOCI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Ajatply-UtU/s400/308652_211739088899070_191409664265346_529073_2006114822_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acordo e agradeço a Deus por mais um dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lembro que na noite anterior me arrumei para alguém que não iria ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conferi o celular umas 3 ou 4 vezes para ver se havia algo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Havia, mas não era de quem esperava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Claro, quem eu não posso esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estava como uma Princesa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porém ele não estava lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E hoje ao agradecer por mais um dia ele me veio ao pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então descobri algo terrível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cometi o pecado dos tolos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me apaixonei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ixi... :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Ah o amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;que nasce não sei onde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;vem não sei como, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;e dói não sei porquê."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Luís de Camões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6715032884664302201?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6715032884664302201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6715032884664302201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/vou-encontrar.html' title='Vou Encontrar...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBuVlFLYD6I/TraQaw0bOCI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Ajatply-UtU/s72-c/308652_211739088899070_191409664265346_529073_2006114822_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-3219299728205220496</id><published>2011-11-01T19:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:58:34.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY_K4y0ERko/TrBrRxiIPeI/AAAAAAAAA4g/R6j4oWZ2rdI/s1600/3651972288_89815b1c97_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY_K4y0ERko/TrBrRxiIPeI/AAAAAAAAA4g/R6j4oWZ2rdI/s320/3651972288_89815b1c97_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Creio estar na hora de esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E na hora de parar de esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preciso me movimentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E não ficar a esperar por alguém que não vai chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preciso de uma oportunidade boa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E não dá pra continuar esperando ela chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenho que me levantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Correr atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parar e pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensar em agir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saber a hora de esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E ter certeza da hora de parar de esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Saber quando se deve esperar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;é o grande segredo do sucesso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Xavier Maistre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-3219299728205220496?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3219299728205220496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3219299728205220496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/espera.html' title='A Espera...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY_K4y0ERko/TrBrRxiIPeI/AAAAAAAAA4g/R6j4oWZ2rdI/s72-c/3651972288_89815b1c97_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-4345524996263717893</id><published>2011-10-28T21:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T21:52:52.294-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmcx7YJsREA/TqtAEGoy2cI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WAe6eqliyx4/s1600/5785030613_088c89e1ea_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmcx7YJsREA/TqtAEGoy2cI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WAe6eqliyx4/s320/5785030613_088c89e1ea_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ninguém sabe ao certo como é o paraíso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só temos alguns vestígios dele por aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um pouco naquele sorriso sincero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Talvez no fim do arco-íris...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou no fundo do Mar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seja no Céu Estrelado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou no fundo do seu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seja rir até a barriga doer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seja estar com quem se ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só temos o paraíso por aqui por enquanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E eu só tenho agora pra aproveitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Paraíso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Mesmo tendo juízo não faço tudo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Todo paraíso precisa um pouco de inferno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-4345524996263717893?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4345524996263717893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4345524996263717893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/paraiso.html' title='Paraíso.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmcx7YJsREA/TqtAEGoy2cI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WAe6eqliyx4/s72-c/5785030613_088c89e1ea_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-3265588127140113841</id><published>2011-09-29T23:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:56:00.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Respire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLAlnpCD0Po/ToUuxITaqOI/AAAAAAAAA4U/PilccRoagKU/s1600/3970757230_aa904cc6af_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLAlnpCD0Po/ToUuxITaqOI/AAAAAAAAA4U/PilccRoagKU/s400/3970757230_aa904cc6af_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Breathe...﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"But you can't jump the track (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just breathe, ohhh breathe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-3265588127140113841?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3265588127140113841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3265588127140113841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/09/respire.html' title='Respire.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLAlnpCD0Po/ToUuxITaqOI/AAAAAAAAA4U/PilccRoagKU/s72-c/3970757230_aa904cc6af_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-1835314360511434624</id><published>2011-09-25T00:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:09:52.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGJ6dKl7xro/TjXzQ25dIvI/AAAAAAAAA4I/noARJ96Q-Ds/s1600/4426465725_1260291655_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGJ6dKl7xro/TjXzQ25dIvI/AAAAAAAAA4I/noARJ96Q-Ds/s320/4426465725_1260291655_m.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o tempo vai passando rapidinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando se dá conta já é o meio do ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já se foi a semana da Amizade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Está chegando meu niver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o tempo vai passando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Daqui a pouco é Natal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ano Novo chega de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E continua o tempo passando rapidinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A saudadinha sempre chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E continua a passar o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem rapidinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bom pra você voltar logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Tempo, tempo mano velho, &amp;nbsp;falta um tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;ainda eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pra você &amp;nbsp;correr macio (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Sobre o Tempo - Pato Fu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas não dá pra fazer isso, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Afinal o que todo mundo espera é encontrar o tal alguém e ser feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque, por mais que não diga isso em voz alta, é bem melhor estar acompanhada que sozinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas se o alguém que você gosta não está disposto a lutar pra ficar com você, é porque esse alguém não te merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É cansativo lutar sozinha, sonhar sozinha, esperar sozinha, mudar sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você acaba percebendo que está esperando por alguém que não vai chegar... não é que ele não possa mudar, ele apenas não quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas não vou jogar meu coração fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vou ousar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ousar a acreditar de novo, sonhar de novo, esperar de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vou acreditar uma vez mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E vamos ver o que dá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O tempo não pode parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e você que não usa pilhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouse, mude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tire, bote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou coloque tudo no lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o tempo não pode parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na verdade tudo se empilha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;às vezes em um só lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se vira, o mundo gira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e você sabe que não pode se acostumar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pare &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não deixe a natureza parar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dispare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não volte para o mesmo lugar."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Raul Henrique)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-5880218200417882875?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5880218200417882875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dos lugares, das falas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dos gestos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saudades de estar perto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saudades do seu cheiro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;do seu gosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saudades de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"A saudade é a nossa alma dizendo para onde ela quer voltar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rubem Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8455203279258494973?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8455203279258494973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8455203279258494973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-saudade.html' title='Ê 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center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do sorriso, da fala... das bobeiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De estar perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ligar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouvir a voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dá vontade de colocar todos numa caixinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas quem disse que não estão todos guardados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estão bem aqui dentro do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Saudade é o Amor que fica!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6936709543993254201?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6936709543993254201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SU58uUKQr6k/TfVskhQLTOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/J35YsxCj1Kw/s1600/2057788905_f173adb739_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SU58uUKQr6k/TfVskhQLTOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/J35YsxCj1Kw/s320/2057788905_f173adb739_m.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dizer tchau sempre dói o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É bem melhor um "olá"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As coisas costumam nunca sair como o planejado, mas isso não é empecilho para não planejarmos ou deixarmos de sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma hora as coisas se acertam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Precisamos estar receptivos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E lá vamos nós começar tudo novo de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Saudade é solidão acompanhada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mas o amado já... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;aquela que nunca amou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;passar pela vida e não viver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Saudade - Pablo Neruda)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6971828130012975958?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6971828130012975958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6971828130012975958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/saudade-e-o-amor-que-fica.html' title='A Saudade é o Amor que fica...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SU58uUKQr6k/TfVskhQLTOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/J35YsxCj1Kw/s72-c/2057788905_f173adb739_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-6263364352719565151</id><published>2011-06-02T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:17:37.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é fácil..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWljTJ_75eU/Teepakctt8I/AAAAAAAAA24/Ny-0EKAorRc/s1600/5041787051_c12a14eaab_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWljTJ_75eU/Teepakctt8I/AAAAAAAAA24/Ny-0EKAorRc/s320/5041787051_c12a14eaab_m.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sabe aquela sensação de vazio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquela em que perdeu algo de extrema importância?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E aquele medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sim, o medo de amar alguém e de repente perde-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque você acorda e descobre, sim eu o amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E não consigo mais viver sem ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amar não é tão difícil quando&amp;nbsp;a pessoa combina com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E agora que você vai embora, fica o vazio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O vazio que antes era seu lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dói acordar e ver que você realmente ama alguém e esse alguém não está mais lá..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E então o medo se torna real, você ama, precisa da pessoa, mas ela se vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E então você morre e acaba sobrevivendo depois pra contar a história...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É difícil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pois já sinto sua falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿"Não é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não pensar em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não te contar meus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Todo dia de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Enquanto tomo meu café amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É, ainda boto fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;De um dia te ter ao meu lado (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Não é Fácil - Marisa Monte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6263364352719565151?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6263364352719565151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6263364352719565151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-e-facil.html' title='Não é fácil..'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWljTJ_75eU/Teepakctt8I/AAAAAAAAA24/Ny-0EKAorRc/s72-c/5041787051_c12a14eaab_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-7092874467245786388</id><published>2011-05-24T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:27:40.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Mês!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qwSZCTR4i8/Tdxo_7rGrdI/AAAAAAAAA20/Qsh--XT9c7M/s1600/4966920872_2b5c7d9d0b_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qwSZCTR4i8/Tdxo_7rGrdI/AAAAAAAAA20/Qsh--XT9c7M/s320/4966920872_2b5c7d9d0b_m.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lá se vai um mês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um mês que me fez tão bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um mês com um sorriso grudado no rosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um mês que me senti entendida... protegida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um mês bem acompanhada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um mês grata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um mês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que venham muitos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que em todos você esteja nele!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Someday, when I'm awfully low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;When the world is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;And the way you look tonight (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yes you're lovely, never ever change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Keep that breathless charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Won't you please arrange it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;'Cause I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Just the way you look tonight (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(The Way you look Tonight - Dorothy Fields)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-7092874467245786388?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7092874467245786388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7092874467245786388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-mes.html' title='Um Mês!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qwSZCTR4i8/Tdxo_7rGrdI/AAAAAAAAA20/Qsh--XT9c7M/s72-c/4966920872_2b5c7d9d0b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-92195242516424917</id><published>2011-05-04T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:32:20.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tal do verbo Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLGVmPdkco/TcILirkXfvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7XkzJBUoPMg/s1600/5662314995_4e7d08cf0e_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLGVmPdkco/TcILirkXfvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7XkzJBUoPMg/s320/5662314995_4e7d08cf0e_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se realmente existisse cupido, eu diria que ele é o maior fanfarrão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;﻿Ainda mais se tratando de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre moram longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre acho que serão uns príncipes, mas geralmente são desinteressados e às vezes até superficiais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vão embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou eu vou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente vai crescendo e vai endurecendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tentando controlar os sentimentos para nada doer depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas nada como aquele risinho bobo grudado no rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O frio na barriga ao rever a pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ficar olhando a Lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lembrar-se dela logo ao amanhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sentir saudades....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mergulhar de cabeça e deixar acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E ao mesmo tempo tão complicado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cupido maluco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vá pra longe de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Mas, seu cupido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;O meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Oh! oh! Cupido!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Não quer saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;De mais uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Oh! oh! Cupido!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vê se me deixa em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Oh! oh! Cupido!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Meu pobre coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Já não agüenta mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Oh! oh! Cupido!)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Estúpido Cupido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-92195242516424917?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/92195242516424917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/92195242516424917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-tal-do-verbo-amar.html' title='O tal do verbo Amar...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLGVmPdkco/TcILirkXfvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7XkzJBUoPMg/s72-c/5662314995_4e7d08cf0e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5335605145811400149</id><published>2011-04-14T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:10:52.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIRSZzc6lHU/TaepGahozXI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/oEW4a80NU_A/s1600/3973155460_2763e99ce5_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIRSZzc6lHU/TaepGahozXI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/oEW4a80NU_A/s400/3973155460_2763e99ce5_m.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só tenho o agora para ser feliz...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só tenho o agora pra te ligar e dizer que te amo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só tenho o agora pra fazer dar certo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só tenho o agora para me arriscar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só o agora para viver...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só o agora para me jogar de cabeça!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só agora eu posso consertar tudo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora eu posso começar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recomeçar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inventar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomar banho de chuva...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rir à toa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só tenho o agora afinal...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque tudo é efêmero...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E no fim não temos o controle de nada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muito menos do tempo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então devemos parar de perder tempo reclamando que ninguém tem tempo para nós e passarmos a apreciar o tempo que essa pessoa dispõe a estar conosco...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque o que realmente importa não é a quantidade de tempo que passam contigo, mas sim a qualidade desse tempo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E como o agora é tudo que nos resta... por que desperdiçá-lo com coisas sem relevância?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora é hora de se divertir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora é a hora de viver...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De ser FELIZ e ponto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Só nos resta saber o que fazer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;com o tempo que nos é dado..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(O Senhor dos Anéis - Tolkien)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-5335605145811400149?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5335605145811400149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5335605145811400149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIRSZzc6lHU/TaepGahozXI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/oEW4a80NU_A/s72-c/3973155460_2763e99ce5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-3648757561068763375</id><published>2011-04-06T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:02:24.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzT6ldQdr-k/TZvXj7qSrMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/MAczSKYHgu4/s1600/2786762459_367ff0f751_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzT6ldQdr-k/TZvXj7qSrMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/MAczSKYHgu4/s320/2786762459_367ff0f751_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estava pensando hoje sobre a parte boa de mais um ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É mais experiência que se ganha, mais maturidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acabei aprendendo a abstrair um monte de coisas, e dar mais importância a outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me tornei menos carente... hoje percebo que o mais importante não é o tempo que passam comigo, mas a qualidade desse tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vejo que sempre temos que fazer o melhor com aquilo que temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que às vezes estamos num lugar totalmente diferente do que gostaríamos, mas que dali sairá algo bom... Afinal de contas o ouro e o diamente no seu estado bruto são bem feios... depois de tratados são lindos e caros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só basta mais paciência, mais persistência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que a vida dá muitas voltas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas que no fim, tudo dá certo!﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Não se pode criar experiência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É preciso passar por ela."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Albert Camus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-3648757561068763375?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3648757561068763375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3648757561068763375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/pensando.html' title='Pensando...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo que demore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a gente pensa que não vai acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na hora certa as coisas acontecem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Afinal, um 'não', não pode mudar nada, só o SIM tem esse poder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obrigada meu Deus!﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-3769187315545831877?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-4187505608997642634</id><published>2011-03-21T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:01:59.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que te faz Feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v9FaJvDWGS0/TYfmzVEWEMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/958u8kzSiW0/s1600/3078127265_57a204327e_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v9FaJvDWGS0/TYfmzVEWEMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/958u8kzSiW0/s400/3078127265_57a204327e_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Comer besteiras me faz feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brigadeiro de colher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Docinho de leite ninho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Torta Martha Rocha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Longas e agradáveis conversas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Telefonemas surpresas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Presentes fofos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um bom abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ver o Baggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estar com meus Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me sentir Amada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bichinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Malhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ver meu programa favorito na Tv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bons filmes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cinema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Teatro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perfume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Viajar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fazer novos Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me libertar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fugir e voltar para o mesmo lugar!!!﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Ser feliz sem motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;é a mais autêntica forma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;de Felicidade!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Felicidade posou ali do lado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mesmice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mesmice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;e mais um pouco de Mesmice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Escrevo sem pensar, tudo o que o meu inconsciente grita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Penso depois: não só para corrigir, mas para justificar o que escrevi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Mário de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que preguiça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feriadão sem viajar, que sem graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas ótimo feriado a todos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aproveitem com responsabilidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quero viajarrrrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Se a única coisa que de o homem terá certeza é a morte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a única certeza do brasileiro é o carnaval no próximo ano."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Trecho do livro 'Em Liberdade' de Graciliano Ramos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-7280745122296551012?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7280745122296551012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7280745122296551012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/feriado-preguicoso.html' title='Feriado Preguiçoso...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UkjbmBNukVE/TXOmgnlS7bI/AAAAAAAAA2A/aSxJqP4d3d0/s72-c/2975936836_3a175a5f62_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-3284002747100444140</id><published>2011-03-03T12:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:22:48.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tPRrj13lywk/TW-utheT6fI/AAAAAAAAA18/JnIcZBNBRMI/s1600/princesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tPRrj13lywk/TW-utheT6fI/AAAAAAAAA18/JnIcZBNBRMI/s400/princesa.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contos de fadas... na vida real significa uma coisa: Desapontamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na realidade o plebeu e a princesa nunca darão certo... ela não aguentará a diferença dos mundos por muito tempo... uma hora ela se cansa de só ter que ir&amp;nbsp;a lugares em que ele se sente confortável porque ele rotulou os outros como esnobes fracassados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou então você encontra o príncipe, mas ele é apaixonado pela ogra, ou foge com a princesa errada...Você está ali toda linda na frente dele só esperando ser vista, mas ele não te vê, e quando você pensa que finalmente ele te enxergou... Você se vê sozinha de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na vida real o encanto não dura pra sempre... geralmente ele acaba com alguém sendo bem controlador e neurótico, ou então totalmente obsoleto e&amp;nbsp;desinteressado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você acaba se cansando de se divertir com os errados... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o tal "príncipe" parece que nunca&amp;nbsp;vai aparecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quando ele reaparece depois de ter fugido do baile à meia noite? ﻿Terá a princesa coragem suficiente para arriscar outro baile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No&amp;nbsp;mundo real às vezes a canção certa não é tocada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas o que a vida real e os contos de fada tem em comum&amp;nbsp;é que no fundo todos querem apenas ser feliz para sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ás vezes o destino parece cruel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Te separa da pessoa que você pensa ser tudo na sua vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas apesar de cruel, duvidoso e infeliz, ás vezes, o destino não erra. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma história pra ser quase perfeita precisa ter curvas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o relógio não pode soar sempre á meia-noite."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gossip Girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&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/6065502352549659418-3284002747100444140?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3284002747100444140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3284002747100444140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/fairytale.html' title='Fairytale...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tPRrj13lywk/TW-utheT6fI/AAAAAAAAA18/JnIcZBNBRMI/s72-c/princesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-83487028332639574</id><published>2011-03-02T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:50:25.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enxaqueca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VlnErwiRiRQ/TW5Y87FAa9I/AAAAAAAAA14/eEupBNvZ1PI/s1600/1472750660_84a0472cf1_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VlnErwiRiRQ/TW5Y87FAa9I/AAAAAAAAA14/eEupBNvZ1PI/s320/1472750660_84a0472cf1_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Crise básica de enxaqueca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Crise básica de não saber o que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tem momentos que sua vida é tão monótona, e em outros são tantas coisas acontecendo ao mesmo tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já percebeu que nada acontece na ordem que se espera?&lt;br /&gt;É até engraçado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas a vida segue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E tenho que tomar algumas decisões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Esquecer é uma necessidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;A vida é uma lousa, em que o destino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;para escrever um novo caso, precisa de apagar o caso escrito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Machado de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6065502352549659418-83487028332639574?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/83487028332639574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/83487028332639574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/enxaqueca.html' title='Enxaqueca...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VlnErwiRiRQ/TW5Y87FAa9I/AAAAAAAAA14/eEupBNvZ1PI/s72-c/1472750660_84a0472cf1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-546784517873097538</id><published>2011-02-21T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:07:03.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequena Homenagem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZgziGRQ8FQ/TWLtdNziluI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qBKtZ2BsEXU/s1600/Nic+e+Mujilo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZgziGRQ8FQ/TWLtdNziluI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qBKtZ2BsEXU/s400/Nic+e+Mujilo.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o tempo se encarrega de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De juntar, ser tudo lindo, tudo novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de afastar, tornar-se triste e escuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então vem o tempo e junta de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E ao olhar pra ela ele diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Desde quando sou apaixonado por você? Desde os 16? Na verdade não me lembro de sequer um dia que não estivesse apaixonado por você!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ela sorri timidamente, olha fixamente e lhe dá um doce e longo abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É aí onde tudo se inicia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homenagem ao meu casal favorito! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JowAnny e Mujilo amo vocês!!!﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;" Não importa o tempo, a ausência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;os adiamentos, as distâncias, as impossibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Quando há afinidade, qualquer reencontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;retoma a relação, o diálogo, a conversa, o afeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;no exato ponto em que foi interrompido.﻿"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-546784517873097538?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/546784517873097538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/546784517873097538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/02/pequena-homenagem.html' title='Pequena Homenagem!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZgziGRQ8FQ/TWLtdNziluI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qBKtZ2BsEXU/s72-c/Nic+e+Mujilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-3865938957759604477</id><published>2011-02-16T23:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:52:08.718-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JndtCLo5zhA/TVx-h-SnpUI/AAAAAAAAA1U/LmKMUTPQiW8/s1600/3920583377_c573bc5360_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JndtCLo5zhA/TVx-h-SnpUI/AAAAAAAAA1U/LmKMUTPQiW8/s400/3920583377_c573bc5360_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Você chegou&amp;nbsp;em meu dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Me fez sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E o encheu de Alegria!!!﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"A felicidade não depende do que você é ou do que tem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;mas exclusivamente do que você pensa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Dale Carnegie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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x-small;"&gt;www.abraobico.blogpost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu prefiro sempre correr riscos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enfrentar as pressões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Correr contra o vento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Melhor tentar e falhar, &amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;deixar de&amp;nbsp;tentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Terei toda a aparência de quem falhou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e só eu saberei se foi a falha necessária."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(A paixão segundo G.H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1890253781041641249?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1890253781041641249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1890253781041641249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/02/riscos.html' title='Riscos!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alguns Amores são apenas Amores de Verão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Verão se vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Amor se vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a gente fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Onde andarás nessa tarde vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Tão clara e sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Enquanto o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Bate azul em Ipanema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Em que bar, em que cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Te esqueces de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Perdi meu Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;E é por isso que eu saio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Pra rua, sem saber pra quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Na esperança talvez de que o acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;o mero descaso, me leve a você..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;(Onde Andarás - Adriana Calcanho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1813351594533178656?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1813351594533178656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TUtm4PlOcEI/AAAAAAAAA00/WLbs5dQ47qU/s320/674230764_1de28a779d_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estava pensando sobre algo que vi hoje, sobre o recomeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como é bom a idéia de começar novamente, ter uma outra chance e tudo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Novo Ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo novo de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem, não sei por que romanceamos tanto o tal "recomeço", afinal de contas somos os mesmos... e no fundo não muda muita coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O mês de Janeiro acabou e nada mudou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;não pra mim pelo menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a única coisa que eu queria agora era estar sentindo o vento no meu rosto sem nada nem ninguém em minha volta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem pensar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apenas Eu e o Vento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"(...) A felicidade é como a pluma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que o vento vai levando pelo ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Voa tão leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas tem a vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Precisa que haja vento sem parar (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-2605537416212978192?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2605537416212978192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2605537416212978192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-vento.html' title='O Vento...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TUtm4PlOcEI/AAAAAAAAA00/WLbs5dQ47qU/s72-c/674230764_1de28a779d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-2616765403202812623</id><published>2011-01-26T13:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:14:37.674-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Insônia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TUA6Nj_qPWI/AAAAAAAAA0w/vSmUGY4rrDo/s1600/2419327398_c41c866e6a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TUA6Nj_qPWI/AAAAAAAAA0w/vSmUGY4rrDo/s320/2419327398_c41c866e6a_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não tenho dormido bem, apesar de querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quer coisa melhor que deitar pra esquecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só que ao deitar os pensamentos vem... e o sono foge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um desânimo daqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma preocupação dali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nada que não passe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas gostaria mesmo é&amp;nbsp;de dormir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿"Tudo que dorme é criança de novo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-2616765403202812623?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2616765403202812623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2616765403202812623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/insonia.html' title='Insônia.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TUA6Nj_qPWI/AAAAAAAAA0w/vSmUGY4rrDo/s72-c/2419327398_c41c866e6a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-6130609311496047018</id><published>2011-01-17T23:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:00:08.712-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma Semaninha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quero desejar a todos uma semana gostosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxES0KMuI/AAAAAAAAA0M/u2rBcEpZN-I/s1600/3847867508_725bda2d7c_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxES0KMuI/AAAAAAAAA0M/u2rBcEpZN-I/s320/3847867508_725bda2d7c_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cheia de boas suspresas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxneUqk_I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/c9ANoeodntw/s1600/4793525144_ae940ce4e0_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxneUqk_I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/c9ANoeodntw/s320/4793525144_ae940ce4e0_m.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E muita fofura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxvilBEbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/r061j__Ym4E/s1600/440882514_8298e53ba8_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxvilBEbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/r061j__Ym4E/s320/440882514_8298e53ba8_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muita fofura mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxytLkIwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/l-8ksaIQOfk/s1600/2252990274_161bb5a461_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxytLkIwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/l-8ksaIQOfk/s320/2252990274_161bb5a461_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com direito a muito Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTx2tvfPUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/EwlLYakhAaI/s1600/3659774677_98bf273640_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTx2tvfPUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/EwlLYakhAaI/s320/3659774677_98bf273640_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E aquele abraço gostoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTx88X8_1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/nKV5DW7ZtB4/s1600/3570047610_acdfe62345_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTx88X8_1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/nKV5DW7ZtB4/s320/3570047610_acdfe62345_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um beijo maravilhoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTy8vGBo2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/V52fwvvjO2E/s1600/2425243081_782ab36952_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTy8vGBo2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/V52fwvvjO2E/s320/2425243081_782ab36952_m.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma semana de encontros inesperados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTzAFYhJGI/AAAAAAAAA0s/06VS_rEawK4/s1600/3336948596_700ceafbb0_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTzAFYhJGI/AAAAAAAAA0s/06VS_rEawK4/s320/3336948596_700ceafbb0_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma semana bem abençoada por Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTyDYWx_II/AAAAAAAAA0k/gQ0JgWd-wQI/s1600/5142153675_840987a2d8_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTyDYWx_II/AAAAAAAAA0k/gQ0JgWd-wQI/s320/5142153675_840987a2d8_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo que eu quero pra mim e pra você também!﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Saber encontrar a alegria na alegria dos outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;é o segredo da felicidade!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Georges Bernanos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6065502352549659418-6130609311496047018?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6130609311496047018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6130609311496047018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/mais-uma-semaninha.html' title='Mais uma Semaninha...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TTTxES0KMuI/AAAAAAAAA0M/u2rBcEpZN-I/s72-c/3847867508_725bda2d7c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-1861255824720511448</id><published>2011-01-13T15:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:01:27.645-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Além da Imaginação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TS8vvH-QXUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/P7gvyH94Qc0/s1600/4622191135_4ae73083be_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TS8vvH-QXUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/P7gvyH94Qc0/s320/4622191135_4ae73083be_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine tudo bem melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Todos sonhadores, lutadores, fiéis, comprometidos, felizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine como seria bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensei sobre isso ao conhecer uma menininha interessante na sala de espera do consultório médico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ela começou o assunto dizendo que meu celular era legal e que o sonho dela era ser bailarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que não via à hora do exame dela ficar pronto para que ela pudesse finalmente começar o balé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Disse que mudou de casa e que agora o banheiro não é mais do lado de fora, e que a nova casa é o melhor lugar do mundo e quer ficar lá pra sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Falou que estava esperando a mãe ter dinheiro para colocá-la no balé, ela queria ter entrado aos 5 anos, mas só agora aos 8 anos a mãe pôde colocá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine poder voltar a enxergar a vida como uma criança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conseguir achar felicidade no fato do banheiro ser dentro de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sonhar e acreditar que vale a pena esperar para conseguir realizar o sonho, e claro que ele será realizado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquele sorriso sincero me fez bem! E aquela felicidade incontida por poder começar o balé me animou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como foi bom observar aquela alegria e pureza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine se todos lembrassem que ser feliz é tão simples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"(...)Você pode dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que eu sou um sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas eu não sou o único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu tenho a esperança de que um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Você se juntará a nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E o mundo será como um só."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Imagine - John Lennon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1861255824720511448?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-3202231896970506298</id><published>2011-01-10T12:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:29:14.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold War...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/lqmORiHNtN4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqmORiHNtN4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqmORiHNtN4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guerra Fria&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então você acha que eu estou sozinha?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas estar sozinha é o único jeito para se ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você pisa lá fora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você corre como fogo por sua sanidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É melhor saber para que você está lutando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe pelo que está lutando?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você quer ser livre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinta o chão, é o único lugar para se estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque nesta vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você gasta tempo fugindo da depravação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe pelo que está lutando?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É melhor saber para que você está lutando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É melhor saber para que você está lutando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe pelo que está lutando?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando trouxer asas para os fracos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e graça para os fortes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faça com que nossa queda sirva para todo mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As entranhas vem e todos os poderosos irão desmoronar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nós devemos ser valentes está noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ter fé no mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou tentando encontrar minha paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fui feita para acreditar que há algo de errado comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E magoa o meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor, tenha piedade, não é fácil de ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe pelo que está lutando?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;br /&gt;É melhor saber para que você está lutando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma fria ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma guerra fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É melhor saber para que você está lutando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe? É uma fria ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma fria ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É melhor saber para que você está lutando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Cold War - Janelle Monae)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-3202231896970506298?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3202231896970506298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3202231896970506298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/cold-war.html' title='Cold War...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-4617921430787949285</id><published>2011-01-04T20:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:20:08.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acredite em Você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/OxFAd5blb9I/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxFAd5blb9I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxFAd5blb9I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não permita que ninguém diga que você não é capaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você pode tudo que quiser, se acreditar que pode! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenha Fé, seja Gentil e Lute sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meio auto-ajuda... mas amei esse vídeo e não pude evitar de posta-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sejam FELIZES e REALIZADOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cliquem no vídeo, vocês não se arrependerão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-4617921430787949285?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4617921430787949285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4617921430787949285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/acredite-em-voce.html' title='Acredite em Você!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-4019880499091710645</id><published>2011-01-03T23:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:51:22.821-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 é um Presente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ8tNzXthI/AAAAAAAAA0E/7j5jXcAk1EM/s1600/2895988915_98c8841419_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ8tNzXthI/AAAAAAAAA0E/7j5jXcAk1EM/s320/2895988915_98c8841419_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E 2011 chegou! Que seja um ano de grandes realizações!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que tudo seja bem melhor e mais feliz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomara que o mundo que eu crio para aguentar ficar por aqui se torne realidade... ou pelo menos parte dele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou o tipo de pessoa que joga corante em pó no vento&amp;nbsp;para ver se forma um arco-íris... ou talvez na esperança de que o vento se torne colorido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meu planeta particular os diferentes são bem aceitos e os animais e crianças tem o devido respeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lá não sou uma louca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém é ruim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todos são sempre gentis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿A vida real ainda não é assim... mas quero dar mais alguns passos para que seja! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo menos no que depender de mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja um ano de mais Amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menos Fuga...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais Paz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais Jesus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menos Religião!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menos vontade de Sumir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais vontade de Evoluir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja um ano Próspero! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem Feliz....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Ano que eu sempre quis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;" A dor do Vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;é não ser Colorido."﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-4019880499091710645?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4019880499091710645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4019880499091710645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-e-um-presente.html' title='2011 é um Presente!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ8tNzXthI/AAAAAAAAA0E/7j5jXcAk1EM/s72-c/2895988915_98c8841419_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-4505994137747676778</id><published>2010-12-29T01:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:15:37.852-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faltam 2 Dias para o Ano Novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRqjsBB6CjI/AAAAAAAAAzc/T7fSZQ7jCxU/s1600/5272835748_21f5d4950c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRqjsBB6CjI/AAAAAAAAAzc/T7fSZQ7jCxU/s400/5272835748_21f5d4950c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quer coisa mais clichê que retrospectiva no final do ano? Pois bem... não serei eu a quebrar tal tradição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Final de ano nos obriga a pensar sobre o ano que está acabando, não adianta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E esse ano entrei com expectativa e empolgação total, mas quase nada aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não consegui o emprego que eu queria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não troquei de carro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Questionei: "Até quando?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo que eu desejei muito não consegui, fiquei com raiva e prometi nunca mais desejar nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas achei que minha vida seria muito sem graça sem desejar muito aquela Graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fiz planos pra casar, mas não deu certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vi muita gente injusta se dar bem, muita gente boa ser prejudicada, gente que não queria ter filhos engravidar, gente que queria muito ser mãe ser estéril...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não foi um ano que minha Fé aumentou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fiz muitos questionamentos, muita coisa me cansou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi um ano de novas amizades, velhas amizades, encontros, reencontros e desencontros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um ano chato, tedioso, triste, divertido, agitado, feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fui grata, ingrata, boa, má, chorona, melosa, fria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Viajei, passeei, sosseguei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reclamei, gritei, chorei, gargalhei, sussurrei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Descobri, ou melhor, aprendi que tenho que ser feliz com&amp;nbsp;o que eu tenho, fazer o melhor com o que está ao meu alcance... e não condicionar minha felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ser mais receptiva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorrir mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me importar mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Escrevi mais, li mais, ganhei muitos livros!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fui paparicada, mimada, afagada... quase estragada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Levei bronca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amizade virou Amor que virou Amizade e outra Amizade virou Amor também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Andei, corri, parei, voltei pra academia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não me livrei do açúcar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E analisando todo esse ano eu vejo que apesar de muita coisa não ter saído como o previsto, eu vivi muito. Fiz o melhor que eu pude, mesmo que isso não tenha sido suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Creio então que o maior propósito, pelo menos pra mim, foi cumprido: Aproveitei cada instante desse ano como se fosse o último...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E é exatamente isso que desejo a nós em 2011... que possamos aproveitar cada instante como se fosse o último, sem deixar&amp;nbsp;nenhuma&amp;nbsp;oportunidade passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo para nós! Que Deus continue nos abençoar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRqlLo5SkVI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Y6B2CeKgJ94/s1600/2dias.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRqlLo5SkVI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Y6B2CeKgJ94/s320/2dias.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-4505994137747676778?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4505994137747676778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/4505994137747676778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/faltam-2-dias-para-o-ano-novo.html' title='Faltam 2 Dias para o Ano Novo...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRqjsBB6CjI/AAAAAAAAAzc/T7fSZQ7jCxU/s72-c/5272835748_21f5d4950c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-6329971070360122548</id><published>2010-12-23T22:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:45:06.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRPstFylQvI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0BX8Si_uxIs/s1600/Christmas-Wreath-Garfield-Odie%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRPstFylQvI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0BX8Si_uxIs/s320/Christmas-Wreath-Garfield-Odie%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha data favorita do ano!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só quero desejar a todos muitas Alegrias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sei que para muitos não será uma data tão feliz, mas que mesmo sendo difícil para alguns, desejo do fundo do meu coração que a Alegria que irradia possa alcançar esses coraçõesinhos contritos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que ao menos no fundo haja um sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que tudo esteja em Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toda FELICIDADE para todos! É o que mais desejo a cada um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz Natal a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E um Ano Novo repleto de grandes realizações!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿"Onde houver Amizade, Solidariedade e Compreensão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Aí estará o verdadeiro Espírito de Natal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6329971070360122548?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6329971070360122548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6329971070360122548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/natal.html' title='Natal!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TRPstFylQvI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0BX8Si_uxIs/s72-c/Christmas-Wreath-Garfield-Odie%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8574364188571487333</id><published>2010-12-17T14:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:00:15.811-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TQuI9F44PFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/IokSpDgDhwA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TQuI9F44PFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/IokSpDgDhwA/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu Pai costuma ser grosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muitas vezes preconceituoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Faz o tipo valentão e me irrita como poucos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me dá nos nervos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fala alto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nunca te escuta quando está bravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E não demonstra muito suas emoções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas ele cuida da minha avó materna como se fosse sua própria mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sabe tudo que eu gosto, que eu como e prepara meu café todos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Está sempre preocupado se estou comendo direito ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me ensinou a dar valor ao que eu tenho e quem eu tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando fiz a cirurgia e comecei a chorar de dor ele me disse que se fosse possível sentiria a dor no meu lugar... foi então que eu chorei mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ele sabe meu sorvete favorito e vai implicar pra sempre com o fato de eu não comer carne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ele briga comigo por que&amp;nbsp;eu&amp;nbsp;paro em casa, mas quando estou triste ele insiste para que eu saia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre ajuda todo mundo! E mesmo sendo ranzinza faz tudo que eu peço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ele é a certeza dos meus pés e a segurança das minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sei Pai que você não quer que ninguém saiba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pode deixar comigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não vou contar pra ninguém que no fundo você é Doce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"(...)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿Pai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Você foi meu herói meu bandido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hoje é mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Muito mais que um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Nem você nem ninguém tá sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Você faz parte desse caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que hoje eu sigo em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pai! Paz!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Pai - Fábio Júnior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8574364188571487333?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8574364188571487333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8574364188571487333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TQeTa8OwLcI/AAAAAAAAAzM/aH2xSkxXr-Y/s320/2899465547_5b2a6932d4_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que vontade de ir embora que não vai embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu amo o Natal, mas tem certas pessoas insuportáveis que tenho que conviver que consegue acabar com meu clima feliz e empolgado de Natal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como existe tanta gente chata no mundo, credo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esse povo mal amado e infeliz que adora espalhar sua Infelicidade por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu sonho está sendo casar com alguém que tenha uma família maravilhosa, já que não dá pra trocar de família, migro pra outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dai-me Paciência Senhor, porque está difícil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Tenho vontade de sumir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Algumas pessoas terei muito gosto que sintam minha falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;porém outras não merecem a minha ausencia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Valéria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-980010689605557252</id><published>2010-12-10T11:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:49:02.394-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao acaso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TQIu801soWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8dTo28ksAiw/s1600/2556792069_f558a0b738_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TQIu801soWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8dTo28ksAiw/s320/2556792069_f558a0b738_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque você é como a Lua que ilumina minha triste noite sem Estrelas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"E é por isso que eu saio&lt;br /&gt;Pra rua, sem saber pra quê&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança talvez de que o acaso&lt;br /&gt;o mero descaso, me leve a você..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Onde Andarás - Adriana Calcanhoto) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-980010689605557252?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/980010689605557252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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difinir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então peguei emprestada essa frase de alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O alguém que me faz muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"De toda a minha literatura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;você é a minha melhor página."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6932713715910373767?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6932713715910373767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6932713715910373767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/flutuando.html' title='Flutuando...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TPur8eqYeEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zLGvM51Fa-o/s72-c/4639683113_fd0c679a5f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-2562551048272440317</id><published>2010-12-02T10:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:54:44.574-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero ir embora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TPeVwumQJ1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/CxEpRFrmTM8/s1600/407912198_a28320a4af_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TPeVwumQJ1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/CxEpRFrmTM8/s400/407912198_a28320a4af_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queria sumir daqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nem que fosse por um tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queria sumir era pra sempre mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;" (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;﻿Que a minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e paz que mereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que a tensão que me corrói por dentro seja um dia recompensada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que penso, a outra metade um vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(Metade - Osvaldo 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rasteirinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queremos o Sol e também a Chuva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queremos a Noite e o Dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queremos tudo e mais um pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas no fim só queremos alguém para nos ajudar sem precisar implorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Mulheres gostam de flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mulheres gostam de shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mulheres gostam de espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mulheres gostam de corpo nú...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mulheres gostam de homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mulheres gostam de gastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mulheres gastam o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não gostam de ver o&amp;nbsp;tempo passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mulheres ainda querem casar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(Mulheres Gostam&amp;nbsp;- Marina Elali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-11928905022846238?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/11928905022846238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TO6xLTN7-uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/uoFK_Eux9w8/s1600/up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TO6xLTN7-uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/uoFK_Eux9w8/s400/up.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lar é onde está seu coração...﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E meu coração canta lá e não cá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Então por que sempre tenho que voltar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Só quero encontrar meu lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Há um vilarejo ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Onde areja um vento bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Na varanda, quem descansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vê o horizonte deitar no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pra acalmar o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Lá o mundo tem razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Terra de heróis, lares de mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Paraiso se mudou para lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por cima das casas, cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Frutas em qualquer quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Peitos fartos, filhos fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sonho semeando o mundo real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Toda gente cabe lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Palestina, Shangri-lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vem andar e voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vem andar e voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vem andar e voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Lá o tempo espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Lá é primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Portas e janelas ficam sempre abertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pra sorte entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Em todas as mesas, pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Flores enfeitando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Os caminhos, os vestidos, os destinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E essa canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tem um verdadeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Para quando você for..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Vilarejo - Marisa Monte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8592079165950339762?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8592079165950339762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8592079165950339762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-home.html' title='Sweet Home!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TO6xLTN7-uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/uoFK_Eux9w8/s72-c/up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-7172740660729770289</id><published>2010-11-18T20:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:13:06.899-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu fui beijada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TOWksrAWzuI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8AevW53SRkM/s1600/dente-de-leao-1280x7681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TOWksrAWzuI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8AevW53SRkM/s400/dente-de-leao-1280x7681.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje aconteceu algo que pareceu ter sido extraído de um livro de romance...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pelo menos se eu fosse escrever um romance eu colocaria aquela cena de beijo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou meio chateada com algumas coisas e pessoas... e muitas vezes questiono por não achar que a vida seja justa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E sentada no sofá, pensando na vida, algo veio e pousou no meu rosto. Pensei que era um bichinho, mas era aquela florzinha "Dente de Leão"...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lembrei de quando era criança, ficava triste e ia soprar aquelas florzinhas no quintal... aquilo me fazia me sentir melhor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Era como se fossem um monte de beijinhos espalhados pelo ar... na esperança de pousar em alguém que precisasse daquele beijinho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E hoje eu fui a contemplada com um desses beijinhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E me senti melhor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Ando a espalhar beijos no ar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na esperança que o vento faça um a ti chegar!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6065502352549659418-7172740660729770289?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7172740660729770289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7172740660729770289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-fui-beijada.html' title='Eu fui beijada...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TOWksrAWzuI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8AevW53SRkM/s72-c/dente-de-leao-1280x7681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-7353147924061835041</id><published>2010-11-14T20:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:48:39.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TOBmZwlbnqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/r_xTaXQjbjg/s1600/4274434810_cb382f776a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TOBmZwlbnqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/r_xTaXQjbjg/s320/4274434810_cb382f776a_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muitas vezes esperamos tanto por uma oportunidade, e geralmente ela passa tão rápido que se não formos espertos ela vai embora e nem percebemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ninguém disse que ser feliz seria fácil... a Felicidade muitas vezes não está no caminho mais óbvio ou mais simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo que acontece tem um propósito, por mais difícil que seja aquela situação tínhamos que aprender algo com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às vezes temos que mudar, outras vezes ajudar alguém ou ser ajudado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Está tudo em movimento e temos que acompanhar esse movimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Senão a vida passa... e a gente fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E fica sem fazer nada... sem ter ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A vida é tão pequena... não dá pra vivê-la como se fôssemos eternos ou morrendo de medo dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então quando a oportunidade passar... Agarre-a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Faça o melhor com aquilo que tem, seja o melhor que pode ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouse, acredite, sonhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E mude sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Afinal tudo está em completo movimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Viver é como andar de bicicleta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É preciso estar em constante movimento para manter o equilíbrio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Albert Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-7353147924061835041?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7353147924061835041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7353147924061835041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/movimento.html' title='Movimento...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TOBmZwlbnqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/r_xTaXQjbjg/s72-c/4274434810_cb382f776a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8662588981476340208</id><published>2010-11-11T16:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:46:51.022-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Luz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TNw59Cuv1lI/AAAAAAAAAyY/B9MJkk3aPdo/s1600/396338839_f8d38550a1_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TNw59Cuv1lI/AAAAAAAAAyY/B9MJkk3aPdo/s320/396338839_f8d38550a1_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Algumas pessoas&amp;nbsp;vivem dentro de um túnel&amp;nbsp;e para obterem luz elas utilizam sua luz interior. E quando elas saem do túnel, elas continuam iluminando todos em sua volta. (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esse é um trecho falado no filme Preciosa; ela fala isso sobre sua professora, que ela a ilumina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fiquei pensando sobre isso... e me lembrei de algumas pessoas que me iluminam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aqueles que fazem o melhor com aquilo que possuem, que apesar de todas as dificuldades, sempre sorriem... Que subiram na vida pelo caminho mais difícil, não se aproveitando ou passando a perna nos outros... Os que se esforçam e possuem Fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pessoas caladas, outras comunicativas, algumas meigas, outras mais enérgicas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas cada uma com sua própria luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que me inspira e me ilumina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sejam sempre Luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E obrigada aqueles que me iluminam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Te vejo e a alegria me ilumina! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ter você em meu peito enche minha vida de paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;De música e de poesia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É como se mostrasse aos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Toda a beleza que há no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E que antes de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu simplesmente não via."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Augusto Branco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8662588981476340208?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8662588981476340208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8662588981476340208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/luz.html' title='A Luz!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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uma das definições do dicionário é irritação violenta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou com raiva hoje.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva por ter ido, raiva por ter voltado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva por ter sonhado e planejado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva da minha empolgação, raiva da falta de empolgação de outros.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva por lutar até o fim, raiva por quem não luta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva de quem adora viver no "seguro".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aviso aos navegantes: NINGUÉM ESTÁ SEGURO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva dos que nunca arriscam, nunca tentam...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva de ficar esperando...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva de nunca chegar o esperado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiva.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tem outra palavra que me defina tão bem agora quanto esta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou com raiva. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só isso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas pelo menos estou VIVA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem melhor que muitos que já morreram e apenas perambulam por aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"É muito melhor arriscar coisas grandiosas, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;alcançar triunfos e glórias, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mesmo expondo-se a derrota, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do que formar fila com os pobres de espírito &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que nem gozam muito nem sofrem muito, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;porque vivem nessa penumbra cinzenta &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que não conhece vitória nem derrota."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Theodore Roosevelt)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-3713548058180106711?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3713548058180106711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3713548058180106711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/raiva.html' title='Raiva.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TNn91J1_DAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/0d8-O_FdeCc/s72-c/388952650_04b21e02de_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8196654020019873173</id><published>2010-10-21T11:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:26:07.327-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As Pessoas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TMA_J8gj9SI/AAAAAAAAAx4/erPWhqpbzyY/s1600/278332982_6726dd8a35_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TMA_J8gj9SI/AAAAAAAAAx4/erPWhqpbzyY/s320/278332982_6726dd8a35_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As pessoas são todas iguais;&amp;nbsp;e ao mesmo tempo são todas diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Convivemos por anos com algumas e não as conhecemos, passamos horas com outras e já sabemos "o tipo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há os eternos grossos e com falta de senso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os que só ouvem o que querem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que tratam todos com indiferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os que parecem não gostar de nada, nem de ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas essas pessoas são as que me assombram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Prefiro as que me encantam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pessoas altruístas, generosas, gentis... que fazem as coisas sem esperarem nada em troca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que prestam atenção no que você fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oferecem ajuda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olham pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorriem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquele sorriso que vale seu dia inteiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Essas pessoas valem a pena e fazem tudo valer a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu dia fica bem melhor quando penso nelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E pode parecer estranho, mas o charme das pessoas está nas imperfeições...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apesar de preferir as que tentam ser o melhor que podem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que acreditam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que arriscam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que vivem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que tentam ser feliz e conseguem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Tem pessoas que parecem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;ter vindo direto do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;vindo direto de Deus pra nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tem pessoas que são feitas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tem o dom de acalmar a nossa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tem o dom de encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;o jeitinho ideal de falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;o que a gente precisa ouvir pra mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tem o dom de fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;qualquer um ter imenso prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Em buscar a presença de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Muito mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E, com certeza, são Amigos...amigos de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E fazem da Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Um lugar bem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fazem que a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Jamais se sinta só"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Pessoas Feita de Amor - Ludmila Ferber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8196654020019873173?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8196654020019873173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8196654020019873173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-pessoas.html' title='As Pessoas...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TMA_J8gj9SI/AAAAAAAAAx4/erPWhqpbzyY/s72-c/278332982_6726dd8a35_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8468541179286760588</id><published>2010-10-13T23:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:32:39.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questão de Tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TLZqV7tWeWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aBiv1Q6WO24/s1600/3716152943_5a687e6d12_m.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TLZqV7tWeWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aBiv1Q6WO24/s320/3716152943_5a687e6d12_m.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já percebeu que quando não temos muito tempo é que fazemos mais coisas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pelo menos quando eu estou sem tempo, eu arrumo um tempo pra tudo e para todos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas quando tenho tempo de sobra e não estou fazendo nada, mais ficar sem fazer nada eu quero...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou na época do foco, chega de perder tempo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho que decidir o que eu quero da vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me reinventar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planejar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Organizar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realizar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor que estar feliz não há...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Penso em você e espero que juntos, logo, possamos estar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"De tudo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;meu Amor serei atento..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Soneto da Fidelidade - Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8468541179286760588?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-6874410867705646370</id><published>2010-10-08T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:08:38.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notícia Bobinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TK8lz12a7-I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZR_QFJ8IffU/s1600/brasil-8017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TK8lz12a7-I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZR_QFJ8IffU/s320/brasil-8017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já perceberam como no Brasil tudo é complicado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parar na área azul por mais de uma hora e não trocar aquele papelzinho dá multa; mas cometer graves infrações de trânsito, a maioria sai impune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Politicamente falando, esquerda e direita são praticamente a mesma coisa. A principal diferença é que esquerda quer aumentar o Estado e são viciados em bolsas (tudo quanto é coisa) para os menos favorecidos, e a direita não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Homicídio por aqui nem é tão grave... que problema há em matar alguém? Só um a menos mesmo... Agora se a mídia estiver em cima do caso, pode ser que haja alguma justiça, e olhe lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brasileiro é um povo simpático? Amigável? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu diria que estão mais pra enxeridos.&lt;br /&gt;Até assinar uma revista aqui é complicado... Eles renovam sua assinatura sem você pedir, debitam no seu cartão de crédito, daí quando se cancela o débito do cartão eles mandam um boleto, este não é pago e você tem seu nome negativado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os bancos colocam serviços e mais serviços – sem você solicitar – de débito automático em sua conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A política aqui é: “Vamos dar uma de esperto para nos darmos bem!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Puxar o tapete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jogar charme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pagar uma propina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como posso exigir que tenhamos políticos descentes sendo que o povo é indecente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ficará elas por elas de qualquer maneira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Afinal o que predomina aqui é o abominável “jeitinho brasileiro”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onde é um grande circo que tudo vira palhaçada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É como a piada: Deus fez o Brasil maravilhoso, mas os anjos veriam o povinho que ele colocaria lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenho esperança de mudanças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porém, está difícil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas enquanto a mudança não chega, vamos continuar com nosso patriotismo revelado apenas de quatro em quatro anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Viva o país da bunda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E salve a seleção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Errar é humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Culpar outra pessoa é política."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Hubert H. Humpherey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Se Deus é brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Jesus é canadense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6874410867705646370?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6874410867705646370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TK3Wpii9gII/AAAAAAAAAxg/tKjJ6ty4s_g/s1600/A+janela+aberta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TK3Wpii9gII/AAAAAAAAAxg/tKjJ6ty4s_g/s320/A+janela+aberta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu a observava pela janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parecia brava... ou seria chateada?&lt;br /&gt;Ela dizia algo sobre sentir-se enganada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Havia encontrado um passarinho machucado no jardim, e nos desenhos que ela assistia todos os bichinhos machucados se recuperavam e viviam felizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ela dedicou tempo para cuidar do passarinho, mas ele não sobreviveu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os desenhos eram mentirosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Também se empenhava em ser gentil e atenciosa com todos.&lt;br /&gt;Lia histórias de que a vida nos devolvia o que a oferecíamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas ela oferecendo gentilezas, coleguismo, discrição, paciência e atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não recebia nada disso de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando ela deixou de ler textos motivacionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na faculdade, aquele coordenador engomado dizia que ao formarem os tapetes se estenderiam pra eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas ela esforçava-se bastante para conseguir algo apenas mais ou menos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou seja, havia sido enganada também pelos orientadores da faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os pais floreavam as histórias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas ao descobrir a dura verdade, ela sofria muito mais na realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E um dia leu algo sobre que só porque as pessoas não nos amam como gostaríamos, não quer dizer que elas não nos amem com tudo que podem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No entanto ela se recusou a acreditar nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Achou ser só mais um enganador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora ela só acreditava que não deveria esperar nada de ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seja este quem for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi quando ela saiu da janela e seguiu seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E eu&amp;nbsp;continuei sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;﻿Quando o Sol Bater na Janela do Teu Quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Quando o sol bater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Na janela do teu quarto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Lembra e vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que o caminho é um só,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Porque esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se podemos começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tudo de novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Agora mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;A humanidade é desumana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas ainda temos chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O sol nasce pra todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Só não sabe quem não quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Até bem pouco tempo atrás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Poderíamos mudar o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Quem roubou nossa coragem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tudo é dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E toda dor vem do desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;De não sentimos dor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Renato Russo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-150279271360014121?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/150279271360014121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/150279271360014121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/10/algumas-mentiras-sinceras.html' title='Algumas Mentiras Sinceras...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TK3Wpii9gII/AAAAAAAAAxg/tKjJ6ty4s_g/s72-c/A+janela+aberta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-2163242747548141919</id><published>2010-10-05T12:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:07:53.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Efêmero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKs-LmOAZpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Aw8NWJuY-5U/s1600/3458312652_f3cf040973_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKs-LmOAZpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Aw8NWJuY-5U/s320/3458312652_f3cf040973_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muitas pessoas vivem como se fossem eternas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã eu me preocupo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã eu me desculpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã eu arrumo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã eu ligo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã eu me importo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas o que muitos esquecem é do simples fato de que esse "amanhã" pode nunca chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nunca temos garantias de que estaremos aqui amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Melhor sempre&amp;nbsp;nos&amp;nbsp;despedirmos das pessoas&amp;nbsp;com palavras doces, afinal nunca saberemos se aquela será a última vez que as veremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Podemos não ter uma segunda chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Melhor não desperdiçar nenhuma oportunidade, faça tudo agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque tudo é efêmero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Willian Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-2163242747548141919?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2163242747548141919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2163242747548141919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/10/efemero.html' title='Efêmero...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKs-LmOAZpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Aw8NWJuY-5U/s72-c/3458312652_f3cf040973_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-6379520036657361839</id><published>2010-10-04T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:08:02.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKnfrXaQKEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/dfMUVtWO-pI/s1600/2744133458_d3f5681707_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKnfrXaQKEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/dfMUVtWO-pI/s320/2744133458_d3f5681707_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ando evitando aglomerações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Elas são perigosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Costumam não demonstrar respeito ou compaixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só falam palavrão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sem qualquer opinião...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Votar com consciência? Pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Interessante mesmo é discutir sobre o vilão da novela das oito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Propostas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nos interessamos apenas pelas indecentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Respeitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenho certeza que ouvi essa palavra em algum lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah nem lembro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aprender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nem pensar! Dá trabalho... Prefiro continuar assassinando o português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com certeza dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem mais fácil ir com a maré, seguir o "auê", votar pela maioria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E seguir sendo um mané!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E viva nossa eterna e burra euforia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou seria democracia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Cuidado com os burros motivados! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Há muita gente motivada fazendo besteiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O cara mal educado, dá uma gorjeta alta para conquistar o respeito do garçom . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hoje em dia, como as pessoas não conseguem, nem ser e nem ter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;o objetivo de vida se tornou PARECER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;As pessoas parecem que sabem, parecem que fazem, parecem que acreditam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;São poucos os humildes para confessar que não sabem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Robert Shinyash Iki- entrevista dada à revista Veja)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6379520036657361839?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6379520036657361839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6379520036657361839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/10/alienacao.html' title='Alienação.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKnfrXaQKEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/dfMUVtWO-pI/s72-c/2744133458_d3f5681707_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-1466602602261352210</id><published>2010-09-28T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:09:03.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um rosto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKKfptBPoSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aP_ZfUtUQcM/s1600/4736392756_7298a5c4c6_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKKfptBPoSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aP_ZfUtUQcM/s400/4736392756_7298a5c4c6_m.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E havia uma multidão...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E havia um rosto na multidão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olhava para a multidão mas nada via...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Era como um monte de sombras...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olhava pra ela e parecia feliz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela era maquiadora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maquiava a dor...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tristeza era fantasiada de alegria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O grito virava risada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vontade de xingar convertida em uma profunda respiração...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seus olhos não podem ser vistos quando chora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela mostrava apenas o riso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escondia a dor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maquiava-se para não revelar o que escondia...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela estava sempre sozinha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas sorria ao caminhar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque a arte dela é maquiar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sorri quando a dor te torturar&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade atormentar&lt;br /&gt;Os teus dias tristonhos vazios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri quando tudo terminar&lt;br /&gt;Quando nada mais restar&lt;br /&gt;Do teu sonho encantador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri quando o sol perder a luz&lt;br /&gt;E sentires uma cruz&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus ombros cansados doridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri vai mentindo a sua dor&lt;br /&gt;E ao notar que tu sorris&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo irá supor&lt;br /&gt;Que és feliz."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Charles_Chaplin/"&gt;(Charles Chaplin)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1466602602261352210?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1466602602261352210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1466602602261352210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-rosto.html' title='Um rosto.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKKfptBPoSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aP_ZfUtUQcM/s72-c/4736392756_7298a5c4c6_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5273950628795911371</id><published>2010-09-27T23:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:18:16.092-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade em Potinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKFOTUC8kiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/hYtNMKX09G8/s1600/3713878345_203843c2b1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKFOTUC8kiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/hYtNMKX09G8/s400/3713878345_203843c2b1_b.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem disse que não compramos Felicidade?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compramos sim! É que às vezes ela vem em potinhos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os mousses, os cupcakes, os pudins, os sorvetes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felicidade industrializada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felicidade instantânea!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felicidade artificial!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E nada como dividir uma Felicidade em potinho com alguém que amamos para acalmar e alegrar um coraçãozinho cansado e contrito...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha felicidade era de morangos trufados, a felicidade dela era mousse de nozes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo bem que é uma felicidade calórica, instantânea e artificial... mas tem dias que precisamos disso para nos alegrar um pouco...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E tudo que eu precisava era dividir um pouco de felicidade com ela! Mesmo que fosse em potinhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque ela é sempre única e especial!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essencial...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E afinal de contas a felicidade não está necessariamente no potinho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A felicidade está mesmo é no momento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Morava tão vizinha&lt;br /&gt;Que, de tolo&lt;br /&gt;Até pensei que fosse minha!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Chico_Buarque/"&gt;(Chico Buarque)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6065502352549659418-5273950628795911371?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5273950628795911371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5273950628795911371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/felicidade-em-potinho.html' title='Felicidade em Potinho...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TKFOTUC8kiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/hYtNMKX09G8/s72-c/3713878345_203843c2b1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-7563921825016159169</id><published>2010-09-21T08:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:21:48.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Espelho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TJiVe803G8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/xASZiXUBFP8/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TJiVe803G8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/xASZiXUBFP8/s320/images.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O mundo espelho reflete o oposto do mundo real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O choro vira alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A distância torna-se "ali perto"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O ausente se faz presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os gritos viram mansos sussurros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A morte é vida eterna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A explosão de raiva torna-se Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o relógio gira em sentido anti-horário, assim dá sempre pra voltar o tempo para ter uma chance a mais de arrumar tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A palavra dita pode ser pega de volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A lágrima caída pode ser devolvida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No mundo do espelho dá pra entender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É lá que dá vontade de viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Dê uma olhada em você no espelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Quem você vê olhando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É a pessoa que você quer ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ou é alguém que você queria ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;A pessoa que você deveria ser, mas acabou não sendo?﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É alguém dizendo a você que você não pode ou não quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Porque você pode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Acredite que o Amor está por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Acredite que sonhos se realizam todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Porque eles se realizam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Às vezes, a felicidade não vem do dinheiro, da fama ou do poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Às vezes, a felicidade vem dos bons amigos e da família!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E da tranquila nobreza de se guiar uma boa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Acredite que os sonhos se realizam todos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Porque eles se realizam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Então dê uma olhada nesse espelho e lembre-se de ser feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Porque você merece ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Acredite nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E acredite que os sonhos se realizam todos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Porque eles se realizam!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(One Tree Hill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: right;"&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/6065502352549659418-7563921825016159169?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7563921825016159169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7563921825016159169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-espelho.html' title='O Espelho...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TJiVe803G8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/xASZiXUBFP8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-418635535900971591</id><published>2010-09-10T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:27:33.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Arte de Escrever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TIpOOXzpcaI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Fc0w-iKHkmY/s1600/bolha-na-flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TIpOOXzpcaI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Fc0w-iKHkmY/s320/bolha-na-flor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Escrever é esquecer. A literatura é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida!" (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O melhor de escrever não é apenas ignorar a vida, em minha opinião. É também poder reinventar a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando se está escrevendo você tem o poder de mudar tudo, fazer com que as coisas sejam da maneira como você quer que sejam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquele encontro normal torna-se o melhor encontro da sua vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia de trabalho tedioso torna-se uma brava luta em que você é o herói valente e desafiador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O cotidiano sem graça vira dias e dias de grandes aventuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O clima quente e seco pode se transformar numa agradável chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Podemos nunca ter amigos displicentes... eles nunca estarão estranhos... e se lembrarão de você sempre, não apenas quando precisam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você pode achar o Amor da Vida ali do lado... e criar uma história mirabolante de como foi incrível encontrá-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você pode inventar o teletransporte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Também dá para morar naquela cidade perfeita, onde todos são agradáveis, simpáticos, educados e com bom senso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O bom de escrever é poder homenagear aqueles que amamos com algo tão simples, e eles ficarem felizes com isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o melhor de tudo é criar um mundo que você sonha... viajar para todos os lugares e chegar a tempo do jantar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Escrever é viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É criar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É inventar e reinventar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É descobrir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É fugir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É voltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É se divertir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É andar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É não sair do lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É olhar para as coisas como elas são e ao invés de indagar: Por quê? Imaginar como tudo poderia ser e escrever: Por que não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sei que isso é bem clichê, mas devemos ser a diferença que queremos ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Quando eu mudo o mundo muda." (Leila Navarro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quero começar escrevendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Enquanto eu tiver perguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;não houver respostas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Continuarei a escrever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/6065502352549659418-418635535900971591?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/418635535900971591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/418635535900971591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/arte-de-escrever.html' title='A Arte de Escrever.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TIpOOXzpcaI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Fc0w-iKHkmY/s72-c/bolha-na-flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5188387739658025703</id><published>2010-09-09T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:19:35.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E ele gosta de Pinguins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TImG7AaXeVI/AAAAAAAAAws/EfO7FUe4hRw/s1600/58973027_8fa01a6425_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TImG7AaXeVI/AAAAAAAAAws/EfO7FUe4hRw/s320/58973027_8fa01a6425_m.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As melhores coisas da vida acontecem ao acaso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As melhores pessoas conhecemos ao acaso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E foi nesse acaso que conheci alguém maravilhoso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele gosta de pinguins! E me faz sorrir...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É meigo e gentil!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doce e suave...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forte e corajoso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes nem tão corajoso assim... mas possui uma bravura admirável!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma pessoa com uma alma encantadora!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguém que me faz parar pra pensar e perceber que a vida é melhor do que eu penso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E que dentre tantos... ainda existem os que fazem a diferença!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E você é uma dessas pessoas que fazem a diferença.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você deixa o mundo bem mais bonito...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada por isso e por todo o resto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Um dia sem rir é um dia desperdiçado."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Charles_Chaplin/"&gt;(Charles Chaplin)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-5188387739658025703?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5188387739658025703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5188387739658025703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-ele-gosta-de-pinguins.html' title='E ele gosta de Pinguins!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TImG7AaXeVI/AAAAAAAAAws/EfO7FUe4hRw/s72-c/58973027_8fa01a6425_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-926731511717517954</id><published>2010-09-09T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:24:51.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Folga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TIjgFd8WZpI/AAAAAAAAAwk/JdAHWhFq_Gw/s1600/224116549_aa3c591b4c_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia em que o Arco-Íris brilhasse o dia todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a Lua sorrisse cheia durante toda a noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia sem nenhuma violência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nenhum acidente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De abraços grátis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De elogios desinteressados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia de estar perto de todos que amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia de voluntário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia cheio de música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia sem distância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia sem contar as calorias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia no Céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia de pleno Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"A cada dia que vivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no Amor que não damos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;nas forças que não usamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca e que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;esquivando-nos do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6065502352549659418-926731511717517954?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/926731511717517954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/926731511717517954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TIatAX37X-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/qwrlh4e_43A/s1600/2901254331_f5789f9c77_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TIatAX37X-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/qwrlh4e_43A/s320/2901254331_f5789f9c77_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já se perguntou alguma vez na vida o que você está fazendo por aqui?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qual é o sentido da vida afinal de contas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu infelizmente não vejo um sinal da resposta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olho em volta e só vejo pessoas infelizes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As que sempre passam a perna no outros se dando bem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As que são péssimas mães tendo penca de filhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vagabundas com namorados ótimos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não parece tudo uma tremenda injustiça?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma piada sem graça de alguém?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes tenho pensamentos hereges...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tipo sobre o livre arbítreo, tá eu sei o que é...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que Deus não queria marionetes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas porque Ele permite que pessoas boas sofram e pessoas ruins triunfem?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque Ele permite que mulheres que não tem a mínima condição de ter uma criança tenha várias?E uma mulher que seria ótima mãe ser estéril? Isso não se trata de livre arbítreo, trata-se?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se Ele pode fazer tudo, porque Ele não faz?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se é para termos nosso galardão no Céu, então porque Ele não nos leva de uma vez?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei lá...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talvez esse calor infernal esteja torrando meus neurônios... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ou talvez meu nível de revolta está elevado e não deveria estar escrevendo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei lá...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só queria que fosse tudo diferente...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Escrever é esquecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A literatura é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Fernando Pessoa) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6065502352549659418-7331490377805226665?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7331490377805226665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7331490377805226665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/qual-seria-o-sentido-da-vida.html' title='Qual seria o sentido da Vida?'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TIatAX37X-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/qwrlh4e_43A/s72-c/2901254331_f5789f9c77_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-2894094649071694645</id><published>2010-09-01T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:41:11.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TH5Wmabu6qI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KWxfrHpr5QU/s1600/4057886719_91a8c667c5_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TH5Wmabu6qI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KWxfrHpr5QU/s400/4057886719_91a8c667c5_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Em japonês não existe a expressão Boa Sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A que mais se aproxima é: Esforce-se!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6065502352549659418-2894094649071694645?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2894094649071694645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2894094649071694645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/reflexoes.html' title='Reflexões.'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TH5Wmabu6qI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KWxfrHpr5QU/s72-c/4057886719_91a8c667c5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-7452790696692393318</id><published>2010-09-01T10:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:37:04.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TH5WEKBo15I/AAAAAAAAAwA/fZRNXlsmYys/s1600/2775643078_cb836a5f89_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TH5WEKBo15I/AAAAAAAAAwA/fZRNXlsmYys/s320/2775643078_cb836a5f89_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em um dia tão barulhento, a única coisa que desejo ao chegar em casa é&amp;nbsp;o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;a única coisa que eu não tenho é o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto falta de um sossego... às vezes é bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De chegar e não ouvir um barulho sequer além do da televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se pelo menos os que sou obrigada&amp;nbsp;a ouvir quando chego em casa dissessem coisas boas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas só blá blá blá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reclamações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cobranças sem sentido e mais blá blá blá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já percebeu como a maioria das pessoas gostam de reclamar por causas perdidas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não há como voltar atrás, fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então faça silêncio e pense numa maneira de melhorar daqui pra frente, o que passou já foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Temos que agir mais e falar menos; definitivamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Algumas vozes me confortam... mas estas não estão tão perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só quero o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só quero paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só quero poder ouvir a voz que há dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se alguém deixar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gostaria de sumir por uns tempos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E poder ter tudo novo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"A palavra é prata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;o silêncio é ouro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Provérbio Chinês)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6065502352549659418-7452790696692393318?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7452790696692393318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7452790696692393318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/silencio.html' title='Silêncio...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TH5WEKBo15I/AAAAAAAAAwA/fZRNXlsmYys/s72-c/2775643078_cb836a5f89_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-8594277916449676097</id><published>2010-08-26T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:08:56.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algum lugar além do Arco-Íris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/THafC_EwlmI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Le-5QJu2i60/s1600/arco_iris_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/THafC_EwlmI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Le-5QJu2i60/s320/arco_iris_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como será além do arco-íris?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É onde há uma Terra boa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um lugar onde todos os sonhos se tornam realidade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde haja de fato a liberdade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um lugar onde possa andar em segurança...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só na vida mansa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada de preocupações e chateações...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde cada um cuida dos seus próprios interesses...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ninguém julga ninguém...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E ninguém se julga melhor que alguém.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Além do arco-íris é cheio de bichinhos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flores... Plantas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É onde se pode ficar no Sol o tempo todo que ele não te queima.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As noites são sempre estreladas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Lua está sempre cheia!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde o Céu sempre sorri!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todas as estradas conduzem há bons caminhos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E doces não engordam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para estar num lugar basta imaginar que lá estará...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo é logo ali...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Além do arco-íris é o lugar onde fecho os olhos e te tenho sempre ao meu lado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O arco-íris"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;que brota do chão&lt;br /&gt;sete cores o enfeitam&lt;br /&gt;parece pintado à mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;será um dia &lt;br /&gt;um grande escorregador &lt;br /&gt;de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;não há mais nada a dizer&lt;br /&gt;além de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;o que mais pode ser!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Pacheco/"&gt;(Clarice Pacheco)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-8594277916449676097?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8594277916449676097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/8594277916449676097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/algum-lugar-alem-do-arco-iris.html' title='Algum lugar além do Arco-Íris...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/THafC_EwlmI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Le-5QJu2i60/s72-c/arco_iris_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-6469230927156647747</id><published>2010-08-24T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:22:25.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusões de uma Mente Inquieta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/THM5mLQty7I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q2FDmSCZcj0/s1600/152184436_1555b31032_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/THM5mLQty7I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q2FDmSCZcj0/s320/152184436_1555b31032_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pra quem não sabe onde vai, todo caminho leva a lugar algum..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa frase me atormenta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acabo ficando meio desanimada depois que passa meu aniversário... após analisar o balanço geral de mais um ano, vem geralmente&amp;nbsp; um resultado insatisfatório.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não sou o que eu queria ser.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tenho o que eu queria ter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sequer estou onde gostaria de estar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porém, pensando bem, eu nem tenho certeza do que quero ser, ter ou estar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muitas vezes parece tudo tão igual...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acaba sempre sendo tudo "mais do mesmo", seja onde for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos vagam sem rumo nessa imensidão - que nem é tão imensa assim - sem eira nem beira... sem rumo nem direção.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos reclamam, choram e comemoram as mesmas coisas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somos todos iguais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só mudamos o sotaque...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E sigo a espera de me encontrar enfim...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Então Tarzan, uma criança, estava triste olhando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seu reflexo na água e confuso por ser diferente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dos demais Gorilas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sua mãe Gorila chega e pergunta:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que está tão triste?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele diz: Porque toda essa diferença?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela o pega pela mão, o encosta em seu peito e diz:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que você ouve?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: O seu coração!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então ela conduz a mão dele sobre o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;peito dele e pergunta:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E agora, o que você ouve?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele: O meu coração!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela: Viu? Somos iguais!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Tarzan)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-6469230927156647747?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6469230927156647747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/6469230927156647747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/confusoes-de-uma-mente-inquieta.html' title='Confusões de uma Mente Inquieta...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/THM5mLQty7I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q2FDmSCZcj0/s72-c/152184436_1555b31032_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-3351557165810231025</id><published>2010-08-19T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:46:57.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You never listen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TG3eaCCxmEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/a79nfvE5k5c/s1600/3102575399_2fa469f229_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TG3eaCCxmEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/a79nfvE5k5c/s320/3102575399_2fa469f229_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabe aqueles versos baixinhos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os bem simplesinhos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eram todos pra você!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas você nunca os escutou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como não escuta nada que não venha da sua própria boca...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não sei o que você quer de mim...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi você que decidiu partir sem mim, lembra?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E se não é pra ser meu Amigo, nem nada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então deixa eu seguir minha estrada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas você não está mais nela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você nunca ouviu os versinhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto muito, mas meus versinhos não são mais pra você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu o adorava por me fazer escrever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas a página virou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E os versinhos no passado ficou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quando você se foi&lt;br /&gt;Choreeei, Choreeei, Choreeeei..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorri, Sou Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/natiruts/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;(Natiruts)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6065502352549659418-3351557165810231025?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3351557165810231025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/3351557165810231025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-never-listen.html' title='You never listen...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TG3eaCCxmEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/a79nfvE5k5c/s72-c/3102575399_2fa469f229_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5446305434651852964</id><published>2010-08-17T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:24:06.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um vazio aqui no Coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGqpigg-L6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/ExGy5-C2fOQ/s1600/4023413882_88a94952b9_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGqpigg-L6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/ExGy5-C2fOQ/s320/4023413882_88a94952b9_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eis-me aqui parada em frente ao computador tentando escrever sobre algo que não seja triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas estou triste. Meu cachorrinho Digby morreu, e a alegria lá de casa caiu em níveis elevados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre preferi os bichinhos às pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bichinhos são fofos e fiéis, só atacam quando se sentem ameaçados e estão sempre ali pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Humanos são falsos&amp;nbsp;e geralmente uma caixa de decepções, te atacam em troco de nada, e a grande maioria você não pode contar pra nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou sentindo muita falta do Digby... e sei que essa saudade não vai passar, afinal de contas a falta que a Cherriè e o Snoopy fazem nunca passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saudades de vocês... meus bebês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sinto saudades de quem me deixou e de quem eu deixei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De quem disse que viria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nem apareceu;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de quem apareceu correndo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem me conhecer direito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de quem nunca vou ter a oportunidade de conhecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto saudades dos que se foram e de quem não me despedi direito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqueles que não tiveram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como me dizer adeus;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de gente que passou na calçada contrária da minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que só enxerguei de vislumbre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é por isso que eu tenho mais saudades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque encontrei uma palavra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para usar todas as vezes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em que sinto este aperto no peito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio nostálgico, meio gostoso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas que funciona melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do que um sinal vital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando se quer falar de vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e de sentimentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela é a prova inequívoca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de que somos sensíveis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que amamos muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que tivemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e lamentamos as coisas boas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que perdemos ao longo da nossa existência..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-5446305434651852964?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5446305434651852964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5446305434651852964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-vazio-aqui-no-coracao.html' title='Um vazio aqui no Coração...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGqpigg-L6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/ExGy5-C2fOQ/s72-c/4023413882_88a94952b9_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-1766121443876179282</id><published>2010-08-13T11:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:09:44.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGVa2yr0k2I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Euw3HUWejP0/s1600/4359301511_55a1981b78_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGVa2yr0k2I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Euw3HUWejP0/s320/4359301511_55a1981b78_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uau que vontade de não fazer nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que vontade de nem estar aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ai que vontade de estar mais perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que vontade de não estar nem aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que vontade de ter o que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que vontade de parar de reclamar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que vontade de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vontade de que esteja onde meus braços possam alcançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E dentro de todas as vontades, está a vontade de achar meu caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que este não seja mais sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rasgam-se as nuvens no céu estrelado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invade-se a vontade de gritar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o Sol mantém-se ao longe...calado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvindo o som do belo luar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fada desperta do sono encantado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com a sua harpa de sonho a tocar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sol dormindo...sonha deleitado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vislumbrando ao longe um novo acordar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surge então um novo céu...a nevar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de noite e durante a madrugada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol mantém-se coberto a sonhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com estrelas e com a sua amada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouve-se ao longe um galo a cantar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adivinha-se o nascer de um novo dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lua vai-se embora a chorar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o Sol...desperta com alegria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lua adormece por fim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o Sol nada leva a mal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois ama a Lua tanto assim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que voltará a encontrá-la num sonho de Natal..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Desconhecido)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-1766121443876179282?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1766121443876179282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/1766121443876179282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/vontade.html' title='Vontade...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGVa2yr0k2I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Euw3HUWejP0/s72-c/4359301511_55a1981b78_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-338870544822988861</id><published>2010-08-11T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:12:12.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGNKZGA8odI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3H9cUx9hkcI/s1600/3690985065_942d0385ac_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGNKZGA8odI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3H9cUx9hkcI/s320/3690985065_942d0385ac_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes me sinto como uma sombra...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talvez a lembrança do que deveria ser...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheia de perguntas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nenhuma resposta, ainda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De repende acordo com uma vontade de resolver todos os problemas e acabar com as injustiças...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outras vezes não consigo ver a bondade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto falta daquela pureza quase extinta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saudades do barulhinho da chuva...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vontade de ser bem melhor e estar bem melhor...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esperançosa em me tornar alguém que não seja tão cheia de "vontades".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia será que me sentirei satisfeita?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É bem chatinho crescer... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora estou desejando muito um parque gramado, um clima agradável, o friozinho bom e você com sua risada doce... Com conversas até o amanhecer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero encontrar meu lar... o lugar onde você estará a me esperar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apenas quero tudo isso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada demais...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;"Quero voltar! Não sei por onde vim…&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Não ser mais que a sombra duma sombra&lt;br /&gt;Por entre tanta sombra igual a mim!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Florbela_Espanca/"&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6065502352549659418-338870544822988861?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/338870544822988861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/338870544822988861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/shadow.html' title='The Shadow...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGNKZGA8odI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3H9cUx9hkcI/s72-c/3690985065_942d0385ac_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-2802291856851250998</id><published>2010-08-10T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:14:19.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão simples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGIHcPVyD2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/00repZW9jCw/s1600/58973027_8fa01a6425_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGIHcPVyD2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/00repZW9jCw/s320/58973027_8fa01a6425_m.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já perceberam que tudo que sentimos mais falta na vida são das coisas simples?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daqueles banhos de chuva no verão...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Das conversas de madrugada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Das brincadeiras na enxurrada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Das gargalhadas quando todo mundo se junta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daquelas poses marmotas que sempre fazemos quando estamos todos reunidos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De reclamar das reuniões de família, mas sempre se divertir nelas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daquela olhada que te faz ficar muda e o coração vem a boca...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquele suspiro...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquele frio no estômago...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O riso incontido!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O mantra: "Toca telefone, toca" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A eterna vontade de estar junto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me faz sorrir de verdade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como você me faz tão bem!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quando me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Você apareceu&lt;br /&gt;Me fazendo rir&lt;br /&gt;Do que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;E de medo olhei&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Só assim enxerguei&lt;br /&gt;Que agora eu estou melhor..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Esperando na Janela - Cogumelo Plutão) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6065502352549659418-2802291856851250998?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2802291856851250998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/2802291856851250998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/tao-simples.html' title='Tão simples...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TGIHcPVyD2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/00repZW9jCw/s72-c/58973027_8fa01a6425_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-5465458199015073699</id><published>2010-08-07T12:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:10:30.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TF128gCApmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qic4kkrU4SM/s1600/3734550367_8f0ba7b880_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TF128gCApmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qic4kkrU4SM/s320/3734550367_8f0ba7b880_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais um ano de vida celebrado por mim...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E só tenho a agradecer a Deus por tudo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teria uma lista tão grande que não caberia aqui ou acabaria ficando enjoativo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não posso deixar de agradecer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada pela minha Família!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada pelos meus Amigos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigadas pelos Presentes...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E obrigada pelos que não puderam vir, mas estão sempre aqui com o coração!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada pela minha Vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada meu Deus por tantos aprendizados...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pelo meu constante amadurecimento...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada pelas Flores...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pelas Luzes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pelos Amores...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada por Tudo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fazer aniversário é olhar pra trás com gratidão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e pra frente com fé!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Rosaura_Gomes/"&gt;(Rosaura Gomes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-5465458199015073699?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5465458199015073699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/5465458199015073699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada!'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TF128gCApmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qic4kkrU4SM/s72-c/3734550367_8f0ba7b880_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-7600084419021129318</id><published>2010-08-04T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:36:06.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TFojYnCWR0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ZBBPGbllGkA/s1600/4296653764_1d0a4d0fd4_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TFojYnCWR0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ZBBPGbllGkA/s400/4296653764_1d0a4d0fd4_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me faz ver Estrelas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me faz enxergar as Estrelas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me faz procurar as Estrelas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você diz que eu sou sua Estrela...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que é bem assim?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomara que o Vagalume e a Estrela fiquem juntos afinal...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu adoro olhar as Estrelas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto de vê-las brilhar!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ouvir o que dizem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olhar além...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E apenas sonhar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Láctea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ora ( direis ) ouvir estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;Certo, perdeste o senso!&lt;br /&gt;E eu vos direi, no entanto&lt;br /&gt;Que, para ouví-las,&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes desperto&lt;br /&gt;E abro as janelas, pálido de espanto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E conversamos toda a noite,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a Via-Láctea, como um pálio aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Cintila.&lt;br /&gt;E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,&lt;br /&gt;Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direis agora: "Tresloucado amigo!&lt;br /&gt;Que conversas com elas?&lt;br /&gt;Que sentido tem o que dizem,&lt;br /&gt;quando estão contigo? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu vos direi:&lt;br /&gt;"Amai para entendê-las!&lt;br /&gt;Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de ouvir e e de entender estrelas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Olavo_Bilac/"&gt;(Olavo Bilac)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065502352549659418-7600084419021129318?l=admamandadefaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7600084419021129318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6065502352549659418/posts/default/7600084419021129318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admamandadefaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/estrelas.html' title='Estrelas...'/><author><name>Apenas alguém...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TSJ4qqH4FzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/HNFofcbiD_4/S220/074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TFojYnCWR0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ZBBPGbllGkA/s72-c/4296653764_1d0a4d0fd4_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065502352549659418.post-4366337096151481879</id><published>2010-07-30T11:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:01:57.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Clichêzinho Básico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TFLnyH5ol9I/AAAAAAAAAto/04MwGdgVsAU/s1600/2412842020_438d35b43b_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpB6RQumlNU/TFLnyH5ol9I/AAAAAAAAAto/04MwGdgVsAU/s400/2412842020_438d35b43b_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje eu queria escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rabisquei alguns papéis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Digitei e apaguei algumas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tentei escrever sobre "O Médico e o Monstro"... todos costumam dizer que "de médico e louco todo mundo tem um pouco", mas creio que a frase correta seria: "De médico e monstro todo mundo tem um pouco"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas mudei de idéia... pensei por alguns instantes e percebi que não seria interessante relatar minhas atitudes de "feiúra" desses últimos dias... Resolvi deixar meu "monstro" camuflado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Também pensei em escrever sobre "Celebração", essa semana uma Amiga querida se formou em Enfermagem, e quis escrever sobre isso, desejar todo o sucesso do mundo... mas de repente me pareceu mais do mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deu vontade de desabafar e indagar: "O que você quer de mim?" Mas a pessoa que esperaria essa resposta provavelmente não leria esse texto... Então por que eu faria perguntas com a certeza de não obter as respostas? Perda de tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Escrever sobre meus Amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Falar do meu aniversário que está chegando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De como o tempo está passando rápido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sobre como os humanos são estranhos... mas que apesar de tudo eu ainda acredito que exista uma solução?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Daquela saudade sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Da distância que existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A vontade de ir embora não sei pra onde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou sobre como eu adoro conversas no telefone de madrugada... com a cidade em silêncio percebo melhor como é doce aquela risada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porém tudo isso me pareceu tão clichê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que resolvi não escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ixi, mas eu já escrevi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu não quero o clichê em minha vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu busco o incomum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas ele me atrai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não quero o que todo mundo procura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenho ninguém como espelho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero o amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero a felicidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero a esperança.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porém, na minha forma incomum."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Marco_de_Carli/"&gt;(Marco de Carli)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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faz escrever por ser doce, inteligente, agradável... apesar de contar piadas sem graça, com seu jeitinho de contá-las até que acabam tendo graça...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estamos longe na distância e sempre próximos com o coração... já estivemos no mesmo lugar algumas vezes, mas não era a hora de nos encontrarmos....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Admiro seu jeito sensato... e você é uma das poucas pessoas que eu conheço que de fato respeitam as diferenças... e em 9 anos, nunca o vi julgar ninguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você tem sabedoria e bom coração! Eu só desejo que você se veja como eu te vejo... Afinal, você exige demais de si mesmo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu dia não é o mesmo se eu não falar com você! Eu adoro seu sotaque fofo, sua voz suave e sua risada contagiante! Amo seu bom humor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você sempre me entende, mesmo que eu diga apenas meias palavras...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sempre consegue tirar o melhor de mim, mesmo que eu esteja tendo um péssimo dia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me inspira... é minha canção e meu poema! A manteiga do meu pão! A goiabada do meu cheesecake... Hehehehehehe. É essencial!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seu maior defeito é morar longe de mim... Seu bobo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas tirando esse percalço – e graças a Deus já inventaram o avião – vamos nos acertando...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda acho que poderia morar mais perto da Capital... mas você é rebelde e mora longe... dificultando meu acesso. Hehehehe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostaria de te dizer tanta coisa... mas não consigo traduzir em palavras tudo que sinto... mas é só ver o sorriso grudado no meu rosto enquanto falo em você... ele traduz tudo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem que poderiam existir mais pessoas iguais a você! O mundo seria um lugar melhor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada por fazer parte da minha vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada por ser único!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada a Deus por você existir!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parabéns por mais uma vitória! E por essa nova etapa em sua vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amo ter você em minha vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amo você pelo o que é! Por como me faz sentir... e por eu ser bem melhor quando estou com você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felicidades sempre...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sucesso...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sigo desejando estar mais perto...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem sabe um dia?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; 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