<?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-3332116208133610233</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:54:29.826-02:00</updated><category term='Andréa Pedreira'/><category term='Antero de Quental'/><category term='Paulo Roberto Gaefke'/><category term='MANUEL BANDEIRA'/><category term='Ruth Ministro'/><category term='Chico Buarque'/><category term='Lya Luft'/><category term='Clarice Lispector'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='Carpe diem(Renatinha)'/><category term='Anna A Flor de Lis'/><category term='outono'/><category term='cora Coralina'/><category term='Cecilia Meireles'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='Vanessa da Mata'/><category term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><category term='Nietzsche'/><category term='Mario Quintana'/><category term='MARTHA MEDEIROS'/><title type='text'>Meu mundo e nada mais...</title><subtitle type='html'>ASSIM TÃO SIMPLESMENTE COMO PROCLAMO. ACORDEI FELIZ ESTA MANHÃ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3645252129633767957</id><published>2011-09-16T13:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:59:00.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_T0aYxRz-ko/TnN9UAAIaMI/AAAAAAAADe0/rGHJIzjQypE/s1600/Dia_frio_na_Agronomia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652999739831511234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_T0aYxRz-ko/TnN9UAAIaMI/AAAAAAAADe0/rGHJIzjQypE/s320/Dia_frio_na_Agronomia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Boa tarde!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da minha nova janela, hoje não tão minha assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo que consigo ver é um céu nublado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoje, ventando nesta cidade com dias sempre frios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a noite sempre gelada, mas mesmo debaixo de grande tristeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda assim consigo, ver e ouvir o canto dos pássaros,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não se cansam de entoar sempre a mesma canção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maravilhosa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra mim tem sido muito dificil, há dias que não consigo suportar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a saudade da minha cidade maravilhosa, e as pessoas maravilhosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que deixei lá. Minha familia querida que saudades de voces!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choro, e continuo chorando, cada vez que a saudade aperta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não é fácil está do outro lado do mundo com pessoas que agem, falam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vivem diferente de nós, mas vou conseguir suportar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto não chega o dia que irei rever minha familia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou continuar ouvindo o canto dos pássaros, da minha "janela".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um grande beijo!!&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/3332116208133610233-3645252129633767957?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3645252129633767957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3645252129633767957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3645252129633767957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3645252129633767957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2011/09/boa-tarde-da-minha-nova-janela-hoje-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_T0aYxRz-ko/TnN9UAAIaMI/AAAAAAAADe0/rGHJIzjQypE/s72-c/Dia_frio_na_Agronomia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7968849099251025307</id><published>2011-05-17T15:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:55:55.228-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dM3YZCsfhmw/TdLEn9Cf8MI/AAAAAAAADeU/kB1tyYRXUHM/s1600/Nuvem-de-Luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6H6VIjdJ9JU/TXYgQlRs79I/AAAAAAAADbs/ENYtIVYNyRs/s320/Satellite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581684257428664274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;A beleza de uma MULHER não está&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nas roupas que ela usa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na imagem que ela carrega,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ou na maneira que ela penteia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;os cabelos.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; beleza da MULHER  tem que &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ser vista a partir dos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;seus olhos, porque essa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;é a porta para o seu coração,&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o lugar onde o AMOR  reside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A beleza da MULHER &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não está,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nas marcas do seu rosto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas a verdadeira beleza &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;numa MULHER está refletida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na sua alma, esta no cuidado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que ela amorosamente tem &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;¨pelos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;¨, a PAIXÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;que ela demonstra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;E a beleza de uma MULHER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;com o passar dos anos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;apenas cresce.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2N4pe4BXv9o/TXOF8drv2xI/AAAAAAAAD1U/2zjy502iNFc/s600/Image5m.png" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&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/3332116208133610233-8106223497781538884?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8106223497781538884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8106223497781538884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8106223497781538884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8106223497781538884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='DIA INTERNACIONAL DA MULHER'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6H6VIjdJ9JU/TXYgQlRs79I/AAAAAAAADbs/ENYtIVYNyRs/s72-c/Satellite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6625653477678970232</id><published>2011-03-06T20:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:19:58.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLTEI!! E COM MUITA NOVIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxNgiq5iNpc/TXpLmRg6rpI/AAAAAAAADcw/_2cLoPon0UE/s1600/botaocomprarblue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 25px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxNgiq5iNpc/TXpLmRg6rpI/AAAAAAAADcw/_2cLoPon0UE/s320/botaocomprarblue.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582857808987729554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6X2HftrlYo/TXQXW3jwqgI/AAAAAAAADZc/ugB_2TzGvV4/s1600/ANTES%2BE%2BDEPOIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6X2HftrlYo/TXQXW3jwqgI/AAAAAAAADZc/ugB_2TzGvV4/s320/ANTES%2BE%2BDEPOIS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581111519857388034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OLA AMIGOS SAUDADES DE VOCES&lt;div&gt;HOJE EU VENHO AQUI FALAR SOBRE A NOVA ESCOVA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DE REDUÇÃO A LONDON, A ESCOVA DO MOMENTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TENHO USADO LÁ NO SALÃO  E AS CLIENTES TEM ADORADO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENTÃO RESOLVI COLOCA-LA NO MEU SITE DE VENDAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E TEM SIDO UM SUCESSO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VALE LEMBRAR QUE É COMPLETAMENTE SEM FORMOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;A Escova LONDON&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;é um tratamento desenvolvido na Inglaterra e utilizado atualmente por celebridades como Madona, Angelina Jolie e Paris Hilton.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;É um dos produtos mais avançados atualmente por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;não utilizar FORMOL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;presente na maioria das escovas progressivas encontradas no Brasil. A vantagem da Escova LONDON  é produzir um efeito mais NATURAL. O produto é capaz de reconstruir o interior da fibra capilar. Sua base é um concentrado de produtos como ALBUMINA, aminoácios e queratina. A reconstrução da fibra capilar ou córtex é proporcionada pela albumina que hidrata e dá um EFEITO DE CABELO LISO E  REALMENTE NATURAL. O Tratamento também é capaz de recuperar cabelos que passaram por outros tratamentos mais agressivos recuperando a massa capilar e aminoácidos perdidos. No primeiro dia de aplicação já é possível lavar e usar grampos e predendores. Não sofre tanta influência da praia, piscina ou práticas esportivas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Para aplicação não é necessário realizar o tradicional teste de mecha. A ESCOVA LONDON &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;pode ser usada em cabelos, descoloridos, com  tinturas, mexas ou até relaxados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;O RESULTADO É UM CABELO TRATADO, COM BRILHO E UM EFEITO NATURAL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXV0HxNgwM0/TXQXniVStMI/AAAAAAAADZk/46d2SrS4Vp0/s320/100_4030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AMIGOS PROMETO QUE VOLTO LOGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E TRAZENDO MAIS NOVIDADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BJKAS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6625653477678970232?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://f2link.f2b.com.br/salao_ecomerce' title='VOLTEI!! 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E COM MUITA NOVIDADE'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxNgiq5iNpc/TXpLmRg6rpI/AAAAAAAADcw/_2cLoPon0UE/s72-c/botaocomprarblue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4021574381720174621</id><published>2010-12-30T00:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:04:34.038-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TRv1xBkendI/AAAAAAAADWU/Ad5pYYiYkqQ/s1600/feliz2011_pullip_marcinha_cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556304787875470802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TRv1xBkendI/AAAAAAAADWU/Ad5pYYiYkqQ/s320/feliz2011_pullip_marcinha_cool.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo…&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar de arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditar que por decreto da esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de Janeiro as coisas mudem e seja claridade,&lt;br /&gt;recompensa, justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um ano-novo que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem que merecê-lo, tem de fazê-lo novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não é fácil mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um maravilhoso Ano Novo para você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="feliz ano novo 2011" src="http://www.orkutscraps.orkutscraps.in/v4/recados-para-orkut/feliz-ano-novo/feliz-ano-novo-3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3c/a"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3c/a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-4021574381720174621?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4021574381720174621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4021574381720174621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4021574381720174621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4021574381720174621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-2011.html' title='FELIZ 2011'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TRv1xBkendI/AAAAAAAADWU/Ad5pYYiYkqQ/s72-c/feliz2011_pullip_marcinha_cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4764434825601997714</id><published>2010-11-09T11:04:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:13:33.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'>saudades de todos voces meus amigos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_B_sESupZs70/St4Bw38FSxI/AAAAAAAADoI/GyAdLQISk5Y/ARTS.SONIARUTCHII.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 595px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_B_sESupZs70/St4Bw38FSxI/AAAAAAAADoI/GyAdLQISk5Y/ARTS.SONIARUTCHII.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TNlHWm7NpdI/AAAAAAAADVE/xdDxNVw9VzU/s1300/ARTS_SONIARUTCHII.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3332116208133610233-4764434825601997714?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4764434825601997714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4764434825601997714&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4764434825601997714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4764434825601997714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/11/saudades-de-todos-voces-meus-amigos.html' title='saudades de todos voces meus amigos.'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_B_sESupZs70/St4Bw38FSxI/AAAAAAAADoI/GyAdLQISk5Y/s72-c/ARTS.SONIARUTCHII.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1160464518064531134</id><published>2010-11-03T11:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:23:51.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAÇÃO DE CRIANÇA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TNFiHJhVm7I/AAAAAAAADUM/rBCFVNi4-B4/s1600/CRIANA~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535313291969403826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TNFiHJhVm7I/AAAAAAAADUM/rBCFVNi4-B4/s320/CRIANA~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Certo dia correndo no transito da rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;trombei com um estranho e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, me desculpe, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;E ele disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, desculpe-me também, eu simplesmente nem te vi!&lt;br /&gt;Nós fomos muito educados um com o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Então, nos despedimos e cada um foi pro seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde naquele mesmo dia eu estava fazendo o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;e meu filho parou do meu lado tão em silêncio que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nem percebi.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me virei, Eu lhe dei uma bronca.&lt;br /&gt;"Saia do meu caminho garoto!"&lt;br /&gt;E eu disse aquilo com certa braveza, e ele foi embora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;certamente com seu pequeno coração partido..&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem imaginava como havia sido rude com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fui me deitar, eu podia ouvir a voz calma e doce de Deus me dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;“Quando falava com um estranho, quanta cortesia você usou!&lt;br /&gt;Mas com seu filho, a criança que você ama, você nem sequer se preocupou com isso!&lt;br /&gt;Olhe no chão da cozinha, você verá algumas flores perto da porta..&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas são flores que ele trouxe pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Ele mesmo as pegou, a cor-de-rosa, a amarela e a azul.&lt;br /&gt;Ele ficou quietinho para não estragar a surpresa, e você nem viu as lágrimas nos olhos dele".&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, eu me senti muito pequena e agora, o meu coração era quem derramava lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Então eu fui até a cama dele e ajoelhei ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;“Acorde filhinho, acorde. Estas são as flores que você pegou pra mim?”&lt;br /&gt;Ele sorriu, "Eu as encontrei embaixo da árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Eu as peguei porque as achei tão bonitas como você!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que você iria gostar, especialmente da cor azul”&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse, "filho, eu sinto muito pela maneira como agi hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não devia ter gritado com você daquela maneira.”&lt;br /&gt;E ele disse. "Ah, não tem problema, eu te amo mesmo assim!!”&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse: "Filho, eu também te amo. E eu gostei das flores, especialmente a azul."&lt;br /&gt;Será que estamos tratando as pessoas que convivemos com o amor que realmente elas merecem?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir a Deus que nos dê,&lt;br /&gt;Paciência, amor, perseverança e um coração de criança."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3332116208133610233-1160464518064531134?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1160464518064531134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1160464518064531134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1160464518064531134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1160464518064531134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/11/certo-dia-correndo-no-transito-da-rua.html' title='CORAÇÃO DE CRIANÇA.'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TNFiHJhVm7I/AAAAAAAADUM/rBCFVNi4-B4/s72-c/CRIANA~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6712266041554418096</id><published>2010-10-23T18:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:14:35.944-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde Deus Possa Me Ouvir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TMNCH5uJhtI/AAAAAAAADT0/JziDOKiMMXw/s1600/200503745-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531337470862001874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TMNCH5uJhtI/AAAAAAAADT0/JziDOKiMMXw/s320/200503745-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe o que eu queria agora, meu bem...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sair chegar lá fora e encontrar alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não me dissesse nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me perguntasse nada também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me oferecesse um colo ou um ombro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde eu desaguasse todo desengano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a vida anda louca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas andam tristes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus amigos são amigos de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu mais quero agora, meu amor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morar no interior do meu interior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra entender porque se agridem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se empurram pro abismo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se debatem, se combatem sem saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa eu chorar até cansar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me leve pra qualquer lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aonde Deus possa me ouvir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha dor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não consigo compreender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero algo pra beber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me deixe aqui pode sair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adeus..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vander Lee&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/3332116208133610233-6712266041554418096?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6712266041554418096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6712266041554418096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6712266041554418096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6712266041554418096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/10/onde-deus-possa-me-ouvir.html' title='Onde Deus Possa Me Ouvir'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TMNCH5uJhtI/AAAAAAAADT0/JziDOKiMMXw/s72-c/200503745-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6155628928695462431</id><published>2010-08-24T13:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:35:29.199-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cora Coralina'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/THP0fHtecmI/AAAAAAAADTc/E06CSS3iXj0/s1600/5555555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509015584687157858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/THP0fHtecmI/AAAAAAAADTc/E06CSS3iXj0/s320/5555555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Este é um poema de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão meigo, tão terno, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão teu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma oferenda aos teus momentos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de luta e de brisa e de céu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu, quero te servir a poesia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;numa concha azul do mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou numa cesta de flores do campo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez tu possas entender o meu amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas se isso não acontecer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não importa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já está declarado e estampado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nas linhas e entrelinhas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deste pequeno poema, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o verso; o tão famoso e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inesperado verso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que te deixará pasmo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surpreso, perplexo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EU te amo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EU te amo... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CORA CORALINA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Poeminha Amoroso"&lt;/em&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/3332116208133610233-6155628928695462431?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6155628928695462431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6155628928695462431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6155628928695462431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6155628928695462431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/08/cora-coralina-este-e-um-poema-de-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/THP0fHtecmI/AAAAAAAADTc/E06CSS3iXj0/s72-c/5555555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6784808055034212609</id><published>2010-08-08T10:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:25:24.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>CÉU E MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TF63_9mdgRI/AAAAAAAADTM/wAsqlebogLw/s1600/1470778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503038104188846354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TF63_9mdgRI/AAAAAAAADTM/wAsqlebogLw/s320/1470778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Qual é o tamanho do seu amor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seria do tamanho do céu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou seria do tamanho do mar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me contentaria com menos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois te amo por inteiro, sem reservas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem medo, sem passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem futuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só o hoje, o agora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual seria o tamanho do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu amor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero o infinito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;até a última gota.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seria capaz de dar-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o céu acompanhado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do mar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/mqqQLQN1MNk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="280" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqqQLQN1MNk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqqQLQN1MNk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="280" height="195" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6784808055034212609?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6784808055034212609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6784808055034212609&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6784808055034212609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6784808055034212609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/08/ceu-e-mar.html' title='CÉU E MAR'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TF63_9mdgRI/AAAAAAAADTM/wAsqlebogLw/s72-c/1470778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1098248325847602813</id><published>2010-08-03T23:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:49:52.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>releitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TFjU8QtpgEI/AAAAAAAADTE/IX_YvZR_d1Q/s1600/saber+viver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501381076576731202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TFjU8QtpgEI/AAAAAAAADTE/IX_YvZR_d1Q/s320/saber+viver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, comecei a reler, um livro que eu amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mar de dentro" da Lya,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto deste livro, pois lembro de quando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;era criança, a primeira vez que o li&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;até pensei que fosse a minha história,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não é, podia ser!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como também poderia ser a sua,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a de tantas outras que viveram uma infância de sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e realizações. Enfim, hoje só passei aqui para &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixar um pouquinho de Lya Luft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra você também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Mar Respira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela criança, são muitas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São mulheres, são pássaros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(são bruxas),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foram galhos da mesma raiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da minha história.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o seu olhar de retrato,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e as roupas de criança,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trançando passado e futuro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desenharam o jardim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;das improváveis memórias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LYA LUFT&lt;/div&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/3332116208133610233-1098248325847602813?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1098248325847602813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1098248325847602813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1098248325847602813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1098248325847602813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/08/releitura.html' title='releitura'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TFjU8QtpgEI/AAAAAAAADTE/IX_YvZR_d1Q/s72-c/saber+viver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2035970512861541026</id><published>2010-07-25T22:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:12:47.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TEzgA07ngNI/AAAAAAAADSc/CtdRkSAJW_4/s1600/max1222439173Castelo_em_estilo_Medieval___Fabricio_Schwingel_Canabarro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498015549925851346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TEzgA07ngNI/AAAAAAAADSc/CtdRkSAJW_4/s320/max1222439173Castelo_em_estilo_Medieval___Fabricio_Schwingel_Canabarro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas não esqueço que minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a maior empresa do mundo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e posso evitar que ela vá à falência. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apesar de todos os desafios, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;incompreensões e períodos de crise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e se tornar num autor da própria história. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no recôndito da sua alma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo milagre da vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um "não".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo que injusta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedras no caminho? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo-as todas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um dia vou construir um castelo..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.saudades das postagens quase que diárias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas a falta de tempo e o trabalho tem me consumido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obrigada a todos meus amgos pelo carinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e por não ter esquecido de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amo vocês.&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/3332116208133610233-2035970512861541026?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2035970512861541026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2035970512861541026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2035970512861541026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2035970512861541026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/07/posso-ter-defeitos-viver-ansioso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TEzgA07ngNI/AAAAAAAADSc/CtdRkSAJW_4/s72-c/max1222439173Castelo_em_estilo_Medieval___Fabricio_Schwingel_Canabarro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1856440255574583504</id><published>2010-07-12T13:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:00:22.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TDtJ1262TPI/AAAAAAAADSM/Yjby8hyQwoI/s1600/mariposa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TDtJ1262TPI/AAAAAAAADSM/Yjby8hyQwoI/s320/mariposa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493065360132689138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não morro de amores&lt;br /&gt;por pessoas sem mistério&lt;br /&gt;quando se é muito transparente&lt;br /&gt;muito risonho e educado&lt;br /&gt;é raro ser levado a sério&lt;br /&gt;prefiro os mais silenciosos&lt;br /&gt;os que abrem a boca de menos&lt;br /&gt;os mais serenos e mais perigosos&lt;br /&gt;aqueles que ninguém define&lt;br /&gt;e que sempre analisam os fatos&lt;br /&gt;por um novo enfoque&lt;br /&gt;prefiro os que têm estoque&lt;br /&gt;aos que deixam tudo á mostra na vitrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-1856440255574583504?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1856440255574583504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1856440255574583504&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1856440255574583504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TDJaNRqWADI/AAAAAAAADSE/p24v48U9y5U/s1600/outono-reflexo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TDJaNRqWADI/AAAAAAAADSE/p24v48U9y5U/s320/outono-reflexo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490550079843860530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se te comparo a um dia de verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;És por certo mais belo e mais ameno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;O vento espalha as folhas pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;E o tempo do verão é bem pequeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;Ás vezes brilha o Sol em demasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;Outras vezes desmaia com frieza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;O que é belo declina num só dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;Na terna mutação da natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;Mas em ti o verão será eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;E a beleza que tens não perderás;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;Nem chegarás da morte ao triste inverno:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;Nestas linhas com o tempo crescerás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;E enquanto nesta terra houver um ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;Meus versos vivos te farão viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(William Shakespeare, In: Soneto 17)&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/3332116208133610233-1073028083664661890?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1073028083664661890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O JOGO DE ONTEM EU PREFIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NÃO COMENTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POIS EU ADOREI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A ATUAÇÃO DO BRASIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRASIL RUMO AO HEXA&lt;/span&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:180%;"&gt;E QUE VENHA A HOLANDA&lt;/span&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:180%;"&gt;MEU PALPITE 3X2&lt;/span&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:180%;"&gt;BRASIL !!!!!!!!!&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/3332116208133610233-4297903490563340165?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4297903490563340165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4297903490563340165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4297903490563340165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4297903490563340165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TB9J6-HBGmI/AAAAAAAADR0/H28E97KlZ4k/s1600/lf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485184148614224482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TB9J6-HBGmI/AAAAAAAADR0/H28E97KlZ4k/s320/lf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom dia amores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje eu estou de alma lavada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela grande atuação do Brasil &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no Jogo contra a Costa do Marfim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;era disso que eu falava no outro post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brasileiros com garra e vontade de vencer dentro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do campo, Luis Fabiano!! Vc foi o cara do jogo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parabéns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lance chato mesmo foi a expulção do kaká,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas a culpa mesmo é de quem tá de fora da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;partida, acho que o Dunga deveria ter feito a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;substituição antes do ocorrido, mesmo porque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o kaká já estava um pouco nervoso e não era pra menos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois a seleção da costa do marfim, não quiseram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jogar e sim bater lamentável,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim gostei muito do jogo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acho que com o jogo de ontem o Brasil ganhou confiança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que venha Portugal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aí vai o meu palpite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4x1 para o Brasilllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.s.Não posso deixar de tecer o meu comentário&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sobre o técnico, Dunga, ontem em uma entrevista &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coletiva, com os técnicos, o Dunga distribuiu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavrões, gratuítos, com os repórteres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e já foi considerado, o técnico mas arrogante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da história, que coisa féia em seu Dunga.&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/3332116208133610233-8842864550452143498?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8842864550452143498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8842864550452143498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8842864550452143498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8842864550452143498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/06/brasil-vence-costa-do-marfim-por-3x1-e.html' title='Brasil vence a Costa do Marfim por 3x1 e garante vaga nas oitavas'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TB9J6-HBGmI/AAAAAAAADR0/H28E97KlZ4k/s72-c/lf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4858117561417311628</id><published>2010-06-16T09:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:25:52.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE FOI O JOGO DE ESTRÉIA DA SELEÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TBjsjWrRaOI/AAAAAAAADRU/SgxxvnXGOh4/s1600/brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483392638450231522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TBjsjWrRaOI/AAAAAAAADRU/SgxxvnXGOh4/s320/brasil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom dia queridos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje eu quero comentar um pouco &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a seleção que o Dunga levou para a Copa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confesso que aguardei anciosa o jogo de estréia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas me decepcionei com o desenrolar do mesmo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;achei o time meio perdido no gramado, não posso dizer que estavam dando tudo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois não deram nem 30% de garra, futebol, e espirito guerreiro que todo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brasileiro tem, geralmente não gosto de discutir, futebol, mas trata-se da seleção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brasileira, que tem uma responsabilidade grande.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunga!!!! O Brasil ontem parou para ver o grande jogo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que jogo heim Dunga...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O kaká, caindo toda hora, e o que pior, sozinho, pois &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ninguém encostou nele, e em nem um momento fez uma graça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;diante do gol, o Luis Fabiano, coitado fez vergonha com a camisa 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que ja foi do fenômeno, Dunga o que eu quero saber, é o seguinte:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cadê o ataque da seleção, e onde foi parar o meio de campo pois eles&lt;br /&gt;levam a bola até a grande área. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho que comentar que vc errou quando tirou o Elano do jogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois o cara não chegou nem a comemorar o gol e foi substituido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns Elano pelo gol, vc tb Maicon, o Nilmar bem que tentou mas não &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tinha ninguém em Campo só a Coréia, que até parecia uma muralha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enfim 2x1,não era o resultado que eu esperava, fazer o quê.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunga queremos o hexa,por favor se MEXA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E QUE VENHA O COSTA DO MARFIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu palpite 3x0...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&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/3332116208133610233-4858117561417311628?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4858117561417311628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4858117561417311628&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4858117561417311628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4858117561417311628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/06/bom-dia-queridos.html' title='O QUE FOI O JOGO DE ESTRÉIA DA SELEÇÃO'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TBjsjWrRaOI/AAAAAAAADRU/SgxxvnXGOh4/s72-c/brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1517084625251409982</id><published>2010-06-10T08:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:53:35.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRAÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TBDR8sYMevI/AAAAAAAADP8/BJFUnpdKuOg/s1600/ABRAO2~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481111587144891122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TBDR8sYMevI/AAAAAAAADP8/BJFUnpdKuOg/s320/ABRAO2~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;repente deu vontade de um abraço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma vontade de entrelaço,de proximidade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de amizade... sei lá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez um aconchego que enfatize a vida e amenize as dores...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que fale sobre os amores,que seja teimoso e,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao mesmo tempo, forte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deu vontade de poder rever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saudade de um abraço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um abraço que eternize o tempo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e preencha todo espaço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas que faça lembrar do carinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que surge devagarzinho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;da magia da união dos corpos,das auras... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei lá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrar do calor das mãos,acariciando as costas,a dizer: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"estou aqui."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrar do trançar dos braços envolventes e seguros afirmando:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"estou com você"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrar da transfusão de forças com a suavidade do momento... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei lá...abraço...abraço...abraço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abraço... abraço...abraço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abraço..abraço...abraço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que importa é a magia deste abraço!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fusão de energia que harmoniza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;integra tudo, e que se traduz no cosmo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no tempo e no espaço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só sei que agora deu vontade desse abraço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que afaste toda e qualquer angústia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que desperte a lágrima da alegria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e acalme o coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que traduza a amizade,o amor e a emoção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, para um abraço assim,só pude pensar em você....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nessa sua energia,nessa sua sensibilidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que sabe entender o porquê...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dessa vontade desse abraço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. ESTOU COM MUITA SAUDADE DE TODOS VOCÊS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/3332116208133610233-1517084625251409982?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1517084625251409982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1517084625251409982&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1517084625251409982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1517084625251409982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/06/abraco.html' title='ABRAÇO'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/TBDR8sYMevI/AAAAAAAADP8/BJFUnpdKuOg/s72-c/ABRAO2~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3918105346830262918</id><published>2010-05-15T07:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T07:42:38.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo é meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S-56CDH7ggI/AAAAAAAADPw/_YjRsGDcoLI/s1600/janela-para-o-mar-00bbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471444772918624770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S-56CDH7ggI/AAAAAAAADPw/_YjRsGDcoLI/s320/janela-para-o-mar-00bbc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abro a janela da cor do mar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faço de conta que o tempo é meu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E impeço-o de passar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta manhã sabes-me às ondas salgadas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Provo-te os lábios molhados das marés &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num beijo roubado entre as horas paradas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficaria contigo neste momento Para sempre, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se o sempre existisse, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu fosse mesmo dona do tempo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se ele de mim jamais fugisse...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim, abro a janela da cor do mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faço de conta que o tempo é meu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que o mundo pára de girar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só para que eu roube um beijo teu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/3332116208133610233-3918105346830262918?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3918105346830262918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3918105346830262918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3918105346830262918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3918105346830262918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/05/abro-janela-da-cor-do-mar-faco-de-conta.html' title='O tempo é meu...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S-56CDH7ggI/AAAAAAAADPw/_YjRsGDcoLI/s72-c/janela-para-o-mar-00bbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-607892710255335570</id><published>2010-04-26T15:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:02:47.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NADA COMO O TEMPO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S9Xivrwg8xI/AAAAAAAADPo/d6A3yXLCNAQ/s1600/primeira+edicao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464523031711904530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S9Xivrwg8xI/AAAAAAAADPo/d6A3yXLCNAQ/s320/primeira+edicao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;com uma outra pessoa, você precisa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percebe também que aquele alguém que você ama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ou acha que ama) e que não quer nada com você, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;definitivamente não é o "alguém" da sua vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fianal, você vai achar não quem você estava procurando, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.Como já dizia o meu amigo Fernando Pessoa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;revolte-se quando julgar necessário. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alague seu coração de esperanças, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se achar que precisa voltar, volte! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se estiver tudo certo, continue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se sentir saudades, mate-a. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se perder um amor, não se perca! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o achar, segure-o!&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/3332116208133610233-607892710255335570?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/607892710255335570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=607892710255335570&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/607892710255335570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/607892710255335570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/04/nada-como-o-tempo.html' title='NADA COMO O TEMPO...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S9Xivrwg8xI/AAAAAAAADPo/d6A3yXLCNAQ/s72-c/primeira+edicao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6398800086197012643</id><published>2010-04-03T09:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:48:26.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S7c370w9OZI/AAAAAAAADPA/68-gZoMVyHE/s1600/praia-das-conchas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455890974498437522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S7c370w9OZI/AAAAAAAADPA/68-gZoMVyHE/s320/praia-das-conchas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta praia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A areia fina e quente entre os dedos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este sol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A luz acendendo-me por dentro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por dentro, até ao fundo de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde eu já não sabia chegar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sou eu outra vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta concha sem nome,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que, por instantes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pertence apenas ao mar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.desculpem a ausência, não esqueci de nenhum de voces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só estou trabalhando além da conta rsrsrsr....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e obrigada pelo carinho, amo todos vcs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um grande beijo, tenham todos um feliz domingo de pascoa.&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/3332116208133610233-6398800086197012643?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6398800086197012643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6398800086197012643&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6398800086197012643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6398800086197012643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/04/esta-praia.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S7c370w9OZI/AAAAAAAADPA/68-gZoMVyHE/s72-c/praia-das-conchas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-842657918816157621</id><published>2010-03-20T00:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:35:41.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje é o dia do meu aniversário, parabéns para mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S6RBRkxuQmI/AAAAAAAADOg/DKnPOypg5qc/s1600-h/parabens%2520pra%2520mim.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450553219210953314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S6RBRkxuQmI/AAAAAAAADOg/DKnPOypg5qc/s320/parabens%2520pra%2520mim.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;em&gt;No dia do aniversário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente às vezes tem vontade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De se esconder dentro de um armário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas aí vem um com um beijo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outro realizando um desejo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aquele que está sempre atrasado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega super animado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estourando um champanhe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que eu estranhe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não entenda muito bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que tantos parabéns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico feliz com os presentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aguento melhor os parentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não me pergunto na hora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que há de mentirinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nessa anual história&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem me dera tanto afeto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duas vezes por semana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra derreter a couraça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra amenizar minha gana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congelaria se possível&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos pedaços de bolo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra durante o ano carente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comê-los como consolo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou feliz por mais um ano!&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/3332116208133610233-842657918816157621?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/842657918816157621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=842657918816157621&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/842657918816157621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/842657918816157621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-dia-do-aniversario-gente-as-vezes.html' title='hoje é o dia do meu aniversário, parabéns para mim!'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S6RBRkxuQmI/AAAAAAAADOg/DKnPOypg5qc/s72-c/parabens%2520pra%2520mim.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6415426988392108374</id><published>2010-03-15T08:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:23:07.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S54Ye-X0hMI/AAAAAAAADOY/xNh_SE0z8jc/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448819519582930114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S54Ye-X0hMI/AAAAAAAADOY/xNh_SE0z8jc/s320/anjo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há dias em que não se voa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e não se sentem as asas nas costas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nem se consegue largar o escuro do mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e levantar voo e procurar cor. &lt;/span&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/3332116208133610233-6415426988392108374?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6415426988392108374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6415426988392108374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6415426988392108374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6415426988392108374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/03/ha-dias-em-que-nao-se-voa-e-nao-se.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S54Ye-X0hMI/AAAAAAAADOY/xNh_SE0z8jc/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-5633172710121413185</id><published>2010-03-01T13:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:26:44.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chove bastante na cidade do sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S4vpO8ko5WI/AAAAAAAADN4/Bs8REj2QWwI/s1600-h/caminhando_a_chuva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443701017594619234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S4vpO8ko5WI/AAAAAAAADN4/Bs8REj2QWwI/s320/caminhando_a_chuva1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHUVA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho de menina,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;banho de vida apaixonante,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fusão de mil sentidos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de tempos,perdidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chuva...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;banho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;comum de humildade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suprema incontornável,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;registo intemporal do cheiro a terra esquecido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHUVA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do renascer de uma vida imensa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livre!Chuva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinto-te simples,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão simples que abandono o que penso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão simples como a vida que tenho em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porquê fugir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&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/3332116208133610233-5633172710121413185?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5633172710121413185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=5633172710121413185&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5633172710121413185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5633172710121413185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/03/chove-bastante-na-cidade-do-sol.html' title='Chove bastante na cidade do sol...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S4vpO8ko5WI/AAAAAAAADN4/Bs8REj2QWwI/s72-c/caminhando_a_chuva1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7522686935866696580</id><published>2010-02-22T18:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:59:25.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S4L9gKJkzZI/AAAAAAAADNs/TknQCqKavwQ/s1600-h/jan-scholz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441190028739136914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S4L9gKJkzZI/AAAAAAAADNs/TknQCqKavwQ/s320/jan-scholz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre dentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras doces &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;transformam-se em gritos insolentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lábios cerrados revelam-se em beijos ardentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misturam-se salivas em silêncios quentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calam-se verdades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizem-se mentiras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maldosas ou inocentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre dentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trocam-se desejos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por suspiros indecentes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engolem-se lágrimas tristes e contentes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazem-se promessas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quebram-se juras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contam-se segredos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontades e medos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre dentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do amor se faz ódio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E do ódio se faz paixão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É entre dentes que tu me consentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que eu embalo o teu coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3332116208133610233-7522686935866696580?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7522686935866696580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7522686935866696580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7522686935866696580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7522686935866696580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/02/httplh5.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S4L9gKJkzZI/AAAAAAAADNs/TknQCqKavwQ/s72-c/jan-scholz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-520106632205246793</id><published>2010-02-18T08:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:47:33.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S30aqLClO8I/AAAAAAAADNk/VC6jlZVvQTs/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439533236753873858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S30aqLClO8I/AAAAAAAADNk/VC6jlZVvQTs/s320/mar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou só mais uma brisa de vento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só mais um passo lento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma palavra esquecida no ar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou mais uma lágrima que cai tarde,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só mais uma ferida que arde,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou a tristeza que se ri no olhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou só mais um grito de dor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só mais um poema de amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma nuvem que se desfaz no mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&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/3332116208133610233-520106632205246793?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/520106632205246793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=520106632205246793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/520106632205246793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/520106632205246793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/02/sou-so-mais-uma-brisa-de-vento-so-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S30aqLClO8I/AAAAAAAADNk/VC6jlZVvQTs/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2311587480684659577</id><published>2010-02-07T09:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:06:29.975-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POR OUTRAS PALAVRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S26elIgn9KI/AAAAAAAADNc/k2gk1-ObdrU/s1600-h/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435456161059435682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S26elIgn9KI/AAAAAAAADNc/k2gk1-ObdrU/s320/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém disse que os dias eram nossos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém prometeu nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui eu que julguei que podia arrancar sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais uma madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém disse que o riso nos pertence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém prometeu nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui eu que julguei que podia arrancar sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais uma gargalhada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e deixar-me devorar pelos sentidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E rasgar-me do mais fundo que há em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emaranhar-me no mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e morrer por ser preciso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca por chegar ao fim (...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mafalda Veiga&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/3332116208133610233-2311587480684659577?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2311587480684659577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2311587480684659577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2311587480684659577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2311587480684659577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-outras-palavras.html' title='POR OUTRAS PALAVRAS'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S26elIgn9KI/AAAAAAAADNc/k2gk1-ObdrU/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2449756209091939871</id><published>2010-02-01T14:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:50:54.831-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S2cGYK1M6MI/AAAAAAAADNU/D-ClxdLBE7I/s1600-h/EtE6YUwPT2MYAKk3ct40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433318487739918530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S2cGYK1M6MI/AAAAAAAADNU/D-ClxdLBE7I/s320/EtE6YUwPT2MYAKk3ct40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8031/3041/1600/writing-2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fechou o pesado livro das folhas escritas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabia que um dia iria lembrá-lo, relê-lo, acarinhá-lo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não hoje. Era uma parte de si mesma que não desejava esquecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas adormecer, para que a dor se tornasse mais leve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele papel deixara de ter as marcas daquilo que queria ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não conseguia dar continuidade às frases inacabadas.As palavras que lia já não faziam sentido para si. Queria escrever em folhas brancas. Limpas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez usar uma nova tinta. Uma nova luz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou mesmo novas palavras... palavras inventadas naquele momento... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pedaços arrancados dos sentimentos que brotavam em si sem serem plantados. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sabia o que sentia, nem como escrevê-lo.Mas de uma coisa estava certa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o texto nunca mais seria o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none" title="Editar mensagem" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=28678591&amp;amp;postID=115892812863587429"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-2449756209091939871?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2449756209091939871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2449756209091939871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2449756209091939871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2449756209091939871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/02/fechou-o-pesado-livro-das-folhas.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S2cGYK1M6MI/AAAAAAAADNU/D-ClxdLBE7I/s72-c/EtE6YUwPT2MYAKk3ct40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7672576058339705029</id><published>2010-01-29T07:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:06:04.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S2KyCq-TOCI/AAAAAAAADMs/efznAt8EGIg/s1600-h/olhos-vendados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432099859527317538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S2KyCq-TOCI/AAAAAAAADMs/efznAt8EGIg/s320/olhos-vendados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disfarço-me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escondo-me do mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que ele me espreita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo canto do olho, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não vê quem sou. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fecho os olhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspiro bem fundo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontro-me comigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém sabe onde estou .&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/3332116208133610233-7672576058339705029?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7672576058339705029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7672576058339705029&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7672576058339705029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7672576058339705029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/01/disfarco-me-escondo-me-do-mundo.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S2KyCq-TOCI/AAAAAAAADMs/efznAt8EGIg/s72-c/olhos-vendados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7415454943137270048</id><published>2010-01-26T23:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:02:52.770-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1-euOJQgkI/AAAAAAAADMI/LrNNfSRJHgY/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431234192540205634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1-euOJQgkI/AAAAAAAADMI/LrNNfSRJHgY/s320/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei que era um pássaro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que voava livre pelo céu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei que sorria como uma flôr,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque o mundo era só meu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei que corria contra o vento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que nada nem ninguém me podia parar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o meu sonho era tão doce,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que já não queria acordar...&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/3332116208133610233-7415454943137270048?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7415454943137270048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7415454943137270048&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7415454943137270048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7415454943137270048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/01/sonhei.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1-euOJQgkI/AAAAAAAADMI/LrNNfSRJHgY/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7292190267826446340</id><published>2010-01-20T12:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:59:56.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1caWprTr3I/AAAAAAAADMA/RORBCgz-xIE/s1600-h/PSSARO~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428836852265365362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1caWprTr3I/AAAAAAAADMA/RORBCgz-xIE/s320/PSSARO~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo para não deixar voar o pensamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para não o deixar fugir de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para não me perder dele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que não se perca de si mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que fique. Sempre. Para sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque todo o pensamento é volátil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até mesmo o sentimento que o faz nascer, o é.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só as palavras são capazes de lhes dar matéria e forma eternas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O poema, esse sim, deixo-o voar com os pássaros&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/3332116208133610233-7292190267826446340?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7292190267826446340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7292190267826446340&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7292190267826446340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7292190267826446340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/01/escrevo-para-nao-deixar-voar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1caWprTr3I/AAAAAAAADMA/RORBCgz-xIE/s72-c/PSSARO~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3505090933687958715</id><published>2010-01-15T07:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:41:59.622-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cora Coralina'/><title type='text'>Saber Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1A3-TVzn-I/AAAAAAAADLw/CwleUHPFA0A/s1600-h/fadaAline.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426899094464602082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1A3-TVzn-I/AAAAAAAADLw/CwleUHPFA0A/s320/fadaAline.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber Viver Não sei... Se a vida é curta Ou longa demais pra nós, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos Tem sentido, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se não tocamos o coração das pessoas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colo que acolhe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Braço que envolve, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavra que conforta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silêncio que respeita, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alegria que contagia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lágrima que corre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhar que acaricia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo que sacia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor que promove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o que dá sentido à vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o que faz com que ela Não seja nem curta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem longa demais, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que seja intensa, Verdadeira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pura... Enquanto durar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cora Coralina&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/3332116208133610233-3505090933687958715?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3505090933687958715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3505090933687958715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3505090933687958715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3505090933687958715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2010/01/saber-viver.html' title='Saber Viver'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/S1A3-TVzn-I/AAAAAAAADLw/CwleUHPFA0A/s72-c/fadaAline.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-5380880153425455502</id><published>2009-12-31T16:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:21:16.286-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SzzpobxOfwI/AAAAAAAADLQ/PrDJuEWDYzI/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421464932305501954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SzzpobxOfwI/AAAAAAAADLQ/PrDJuEWDYzI/s320/2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejamos um Ano Novo repleto de paz, saúde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e muita alegria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com muitos sonhos e emoções,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que seja pleno de luz e harmonia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheio de amor e alegria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você 2010, seja de realizações,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que só encontre amor nos corações,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que voce meu amigo nunca deixe de sonhar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que todos os seus sonhos se tornem realidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que venha 2010,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;carregado de muita saúde, paz, amor e felicidade&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/3332116208133610233-5380880153425455502?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5380880153425455502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=5380880153425455502&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5380880153425455502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5380880153425455502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/12/desejamos-um-ano-novo-repleto-de-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SzzpobxOfwI/AAAAAAAADLQ/PrDJuEWDYzI/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6074478860956243857</id><published>2009-12-28T09:25:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:52:18.931-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SziXl2FV17I/AAAAAAAADKg/sDA6bKpbQBU/s1600-h/A-Toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420248827969263538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SziXl2FV17I/AAAAAAAADKg/sDA6bKpbQBU/s320/A-Toast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ê beleza…! Fim do ano é sempre muito gostoso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa todo mundo quebrado por uma semana. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só perde nesse quesito para o carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, por exemplo, não estava conseguindo colocar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a cabeça no lugar e escrever um post há alguns dias. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois bem, Como ainda estou sob fortes emoções&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natalinas, vou deixar para todos vocês&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um lindo texto de um AMIGO conhecido: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drummond.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo cor do arco-íris, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou da cor da sua paz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para você ganhar um Ano não apenas pintado de novo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remendado às carreiras, mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;novo até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia, se ama, se compreende, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se trabalha, você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(planta recebe mensagens? passa telegramas?)&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções para arquivá-las na gaveta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não precisa chorar arrependido pelas besteiras consumadas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem parvamente acreditar que por decreto de esperança &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem e seja tudo claridade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;recompensa, justiça entre os homens e as nações, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;direitos respeitados, começando pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um Ano Novo que mereça este nome, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo, tem de fazê-lo novo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sei que não é fácil, mas tente, experimente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;consciente. É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6074478860956243857?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6074478860956243857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6074478860956243857&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6074478860956243857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6074478860956243857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-beleza-fim-do-ano-e-sempre-muito.html' title='FELIZ 2010'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SziXl2FV17I/AAAAAAAADKg/sDA6bKpbQBU/s72-c/A-Toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4623265445829703885</id><published>2009-12-24T00:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:35:44.942-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SzLSEV2eFyI/AAAAAAAADKY/B77-TmsaVAY/s1600-h/feliz+natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418624273707046690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SzLSEV2eFyI/AAAAAAAADKY/B77-TmsaVAY/s320/feliz+natal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SzLRFOHyLFI/AAAAAAAADKQ/8F-4VAD2z1Y/s1600-h/AK37WSOCAAQVS4TCAZ8WCHPCAYNS619CABA5SWMCA1D3LUJCAL1IFWUCAR7ZHPHCAD27RM2CAJMSRZQCA5IB07CCAAD0GTACAFB36J6CAD5USQYCA5SZE1KCAK09FIOCA8QJJPUCA19C5EOCABOKQR6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queremos renovação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e buscaremos os grandes milagres da vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; a cada instante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Todo Ano Novo é hora de renascer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de florescer, de viver de novo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveite este ano que está chegando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; para realizar todos os seus sonhos! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muita luz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos vocês, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um Feliz Natal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&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/3332116208133610233-4623265445829703885?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4623265445829703885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4623265445829703885&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4623265445829703885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4623265445829703885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/12/queremos-renovacao-e-buscaremos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SzLSEV2eFyI/AAAAAAAADKY/B77-TmsaVAY/s72-c/feliz+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4803461255609292900</id><published>2009-12-14T14:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:40:59.523-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A voce com amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SyZqkFFQh9I/AAAAAAAADIg/h7cIVPSB6l0/s1600-h/190120085521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415132770031667154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SyZqkFFQh9I/AAAAAAAADIg/h7cIVPSB6l0/s320/190120085521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje eu sei o porquê do prazer de um raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;que bate no rosto depois do aperto incontido da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Sei das palavras loucas&lt;br /&gt;que o vento leva para lá das orelhas moucas&lt;br /&gt;Sei o porquê do primor&lt;br /&gt;das cores espalhadas nos seres&lt;br /&gt;e o fato de tu já o saberes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sinto a aspereza da areia&lt;br /&gt;que foge das mãos pela maciez da água&lt;br /&gt;e percebo porque entre terra e mar&lt;br /&gt;não sobrevive mágoa.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o calor arder-me na pele&lt;br /&gt;e o suor lamber-me a ânsia&lt;br /&gt;e percebo porque entre e beijos e lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;há sempre um chão em redor.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não sei olhar&lt;br /&gt;não sei tocar&lt;br /&gt;e não sei de tantas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei o porquê do que sinto&lt;br /&gt;e sei que a razão não foge ao coração&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/3332116208133610233-4803461255609292900?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4803461255609292900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4803461255609292900&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4803461255609292900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4803461255609292900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/12/voce-com-amor.html' title='A voce com amor...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SyZqkFFQh9I/AAAAAAAADIg/h7cIVPSB6l0/s72-c/190120085521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4385154533706516701</id><published>2009-12-04T00:34:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:08:59.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja é Natal no meu coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sxh2hSS0FbI/AAAAAAAADHU/n5SK9EbnRIg/s1600-h/100_1294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411205266504160690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sxh2hSS0FbI/AAAAAAAADHU/n5SK9EbnRIg/s320/100_1294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Porque Já é natal no meu coração?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque o coração bate mais tranqüilo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque dá vontade de abraçar as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Porque é diferente, mesmo sabendo que a nossa cultura nos criou assim,&lt;br /&gt;Porque é a hora de reprogramar a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida fica mais luminosa no Natal,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tenho vontade de dar presentes,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a ceia é uma delícia,&lt;br /&gt;Porque as pessoas estão mais sorridentes,&lt;br /&gt;Porque fez sol hoje, depois de mais de duas semanas de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Porque é hora de reencontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Porque as esperanças se renovam,&lt;br /&gt;Porque espero te encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Porque vejo rostos familiares,&lt;br /&gt;Porque é hora de pesar de novo o que aconteceu e fazer novas escolhas,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo pode ser diferente, podemos escolher diferente, e ninguém vai nos cobrar por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, já é natal no meu coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/3332116208133610233-4385154533706516701?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4385154533706516701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4385154533706516701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4385154533706516701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4385154533706516701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-e-natal-no-meu-coracao.html' title='Ja é Natal no meu coração...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sxh2hSS0FbI/AAAAAAAADHU/n5SK9EbnRIg/s72-c/100_1294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-9202852491263930984</id><published>2009-11-30T20:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:52:53.250-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Quintana'/><title type='text'>A VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SxRMa9m7jdI/AAAAAAAADGM/DFlUh8uTyuc/s1600/atraindo_felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410033078476967378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SxRMa9m7jdI/AAAAAAAADGM/DFlUh8uTyuc/s320/atraindo_felicidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida são deveres que nós trouxemos pra fazer em casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se vê já são seis horas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora, é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se me fosse dada, um dia,outra oportunidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seguiria sempre em frentee iria jogando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo caminho,a casca dourada inútil das horas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessa forma eu digo, não deixede fazer algo que gosta devido a falta de tempo, a única falta que terá, será desse tempo que infelizmente não voltará mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mário Quintana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: Queridos hoje eu descobri o quanto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é importante viver, e poder dizer: ESTOU VIVO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta semana eu sofri um acidente de carro, e graças a Deus saí com vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o carro virou um bagaço, mas eu graças a Deus só sofri uma lesão no pé&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esquerdo, por isso hoje eu posso dizer estou viva e muito feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada Meu Deus.&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/3332116208133610233-9202852491263930984?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/9202852491263930984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=9202852491263930984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/9202852491263930984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/9202852491263930984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/vida.html' title='A VIDA'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SxRMa9m7jdI/AAAAAAAADGM/DFlUh8uTyuc/s72-c/atraindo_felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3803536333837357571</id><published>2009-11-26T09:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:16:15.050-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tal como as citações de Clarice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sw5w4dYam6I/AAAAAAAADF8/yTWEhi3bXLM/s1600/clarice_lispector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408384317780564898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sw5w4dYam6I/AAAAAAAADF8/yTWEhi3bXLM/s320/clarice_lispector.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há dias em que acordo intensa, como um poema de Clarice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesses dias, meu coração pesa com a saudade de rostos de borrão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rostos que se perderam na distância de minha idade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que não é muita. Rostos que esqueci em recantos de minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;E me vem uma vontade de chorar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choro de criança, choro soluçado e sentido. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ele fica travado na garganta, me sufocando, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ferindo pelo prazer de ferir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ele fica no meio do caminho, como as pedras de Drummond. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto os cheiros de um passado de menina levada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que pronuncia a mulher determinada, mas de coração frágil. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que faz os outros sorrirem para que não lhe notem os olhos que choram. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eles choram... Choram os poemas de Clarice e os rostos de borrão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choram a grito travado na garganta e as pedras de Drummond. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choram a menina e seus cheiros. Chora a mulher e o seu sorriso-camuflagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias que acordo intensa, não quero ver ninguém. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesses dias me tranco em silêncio. E proíbo todas as palavras de saírem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me obrigo a um esvaziamento total. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico sozinha com meus pensamentos mudos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembranças onde os gestos falam mais. Como um filme mudo que eu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;única espectadora, assisto, me emocionando calada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias sempre chove ou é domingo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não para todos, só para mim, porque meu mundo independe dos outros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu mundo eu criei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu o lamento e o exalto e ele não depende de ninguém,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;existe e fim. É o mundo de sentimentos intensos e extremos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu mundo com jardins de flores cinzas e céus cor âmbar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu mundo, onde só entram até onde quero. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, se eles pudessem ver os mares que pintei à mão nas asas das minhas borboletas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com certeza, entenderiam essa vontade que, às vezes, me dá de ir embora. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E essa vontade louca de ir, vem justamente em um dia como hoje, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em que eu acordei tão intensa quanto um poema de Clarice. &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/3332116208133610233-3803536333837357571?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3803536333837357571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3803536333837357571&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3803536333837357571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3803536333837357571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-dias-em-que-acordo-intensa-como-um.html' title='Tal como as citações de Clarice.'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sw5w4dYam6I/AAAAAAAADF8/yTWEhi3bXLM/s72-c/clarice_lispector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1450387475949008567</id><published>2009-11-25T13:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:35:31.035-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU MUNNDO CABE EM MINHAS MÃOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sw1OWa5d8QI/AAAAAAAADFk/VNOJUaLIDp0/s1600/bec789669b7406b747a76806ff7b83d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408064874626281730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sw1OWa5d8QI/AAAAAAAADFk/VNOJUaLIDp0/s320/bec789669b7406b747a76806ff7b83d7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sentes que minha poesia te toca,&lt;br /&gt;Roubas para ti minhas palavras;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes tua a minha fantasia;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes teu o meu amor;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes tua a minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu aqui, crua,&lt;br /&gt;Entregue, alma desnuda...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tua.&lt;br /&gt;Se minhas torpes linhas&lt;br /&gt;Te traduzem algo,&lt;br /&gt;Cries nosso dicionário tradutor,&lt;br /&gt;Pois minhas mal traçadas linhas&lt;br /&gt;Traduzem o que minha boca&lt;br /&gt;E meus olhos escondem;&lt;br /&gt;O que meu coração segreda;&lt;br /&gt;O que meus sonhos encerram.&lt;br /&gt;Então, sinta-se à vontade e&lt;br /&gt;Sejam bem-vindos ao meu mundo!&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/3332116208133610233-1450387475949008567?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1450387475949008567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1450387475949008567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1450387475949008567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1450387475949008567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-sentes-que-minha-poesia-te-toca.html' title='MEU MUNNDO CABE EM MINHAS MÃOS'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sw1OWa5d8QI/AAAAAAAADFk/VNOJUaLIDp0/s72-c/bec789669b7406b747a76806ff7b83d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1674098713695353824</id><published>2009-11-21T11:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:00:27.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwfyQzu9hnI/AAAAAAAADE8/K2VjSuzF2Gc/s1600/nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406556248260576882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwfyQzu9hnI/AAAAAAAADE8/K2VjSuzF2Gc/s320/nostalgia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...é assim que me sinto, saudosa, nostálgica,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passei o meu passado a pente fino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e isso trouxe-me alguma dor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelas coisas que tinham que ser e não foram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo que devia ter acontecido e não aconteceu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo que existiu e não volta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelos bons tempos vividos que deviam ter durado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelas pessoas que partiram e não voltaram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pela felicidade que virou tristeza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelas decisões erradas que poderiam ter mudado tudo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelos erros cometidos que deviam ter sido apagados, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelos nascer do sol partilhados e por do sol perdidos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelas palavras proferidas em vão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelas atitudes incoerentes vividas e presenciadas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelos sentimentos sentidos e não partilhados, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por calar quando o articular da palavra mudaria tudo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelas oportunidades perdidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por carinhos gastos em vão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por querer andar e não conseguir dar um passo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por abraços que ficaram por partilhar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por querer mudar tanta coisa e o tempo não recuar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...isto é viver! e assim a roda da vida faz o meu sangue correr...&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/3332116208133610233-1674098713695353824?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1674098713695353824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1674098713695353824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1674098713695353824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1674098713695353824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwfyQzu9hnI/AAAAAAAADE8/K2VjSuzF2Gc/s72-c/nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-285628104721443721</id><published>2009-11-19T10:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:47:01.399-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Decepção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwU-ERr0lmI/AAAAAAAADE0/VkNy4ejPQk4/s1600/amor22Dooutrolado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405795170915751522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwU-ERr0lmI/AAAAAAAADE0/VkNy4ejPQk4/s320/amor22Dooutrolado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhares mudos, frases pelo ar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um pensamento escondido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o peito ferido e uma grande dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez, pela incompreensão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou pela aspereza das palavras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fez-se assim a primeira decepção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma discussão mal resolvida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma noite mal dormida e no coração, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais uma ferida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sem mágoa e sem revolta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem tinha razão, já nem importa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi só mais uma discursão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primeiro beijo,o primeiro amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo marca o coração,até mesmo uma decepção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, o dia seguinte chega,trazendo arrependimento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um abraço cheio de emoção,juras de amor e perdão. &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/3332116208133610233-285628104721443721?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/285628104721443721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=285628104721443721&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/285628104721443721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/285628104721443721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/decepcao.html' title='Decepção'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwU-ERr0lmI/AAAAAAAADE0/VkNy4ejPQk4/s72-c/amor22Dooutrolado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3094250589791821264</id><published>2009-11-16T11:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:40:48.249-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... É assim que me sinto agora. Cansada, cansada demais... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para pesquisar coisas sobre fotografia na internet... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para consiliar horários dos transportes públicos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Cansada para ler as Fanfics de Harry Potter e Twilight... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para ler o livro Despertar, de L. J. Smith... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para escrever diários, blogs e afins...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Cansada para ouvir rádio ou música... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para sentir ódio ou raiva... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para sentir ciúme...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Cansada para discutir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Cansada para pensar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para sentir... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Cansada para... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwFVS4T-VEI/AAAAAAAADEs/uYVY60_NB6E/s1600/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694810663474242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwFVS4T-VEI/AAAAAAAADEs/uYVY60_NB6E/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps:Apenas não estou demasiado cansada para continuar a lutar pela vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa sim, dá-me força para seguir, porque independentemente do que aconteça hoje, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei que que o amanhã será melhor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nas horas vagas faço o resto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigos desculpe o desabafo!&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/3332116208133610233-3094250589791821264?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3094250589791821264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3094250589791821264&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3094250589791821264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3094250589791821264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/cansada.html' title='CANSADA'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SwFVS4T-VEI/AAAAAAAADEs/uYVY60_NB6E/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3581079976405321337</id><published>2009-11-11T08:50:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:39:24.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE NÃO TEM PREÇO ...E UM MIMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvqiYOJ5vaI/AAAAAAAADEk/kup1c6vDMfY/s1600-h/assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvqiYOJ5vaI/AAAAAAAADEk/kup1c6vDMfY/s320/assim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402809239984520610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 está indo embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ... Quero terminar o ano a responder a um desafio que me fizeram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SETE "COISAS" QUE NÃO TEM PREÇO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Um bom dia com um sorriso bem rasgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2. o telefonema no meio da manhã só para mandar um beijinho e saber se está tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 3. uma tarde no sofá a "devorar" um bom filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 4. amar e ser amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5. a frase que me disseram esta semana "somos a familia perfeita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6. o abraço carregado de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 7. o beijo de boa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "... a maior beleza da vida encontra-se nas pequenas coisas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...e este foi o mimo que eu recebi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da amiga Ana do blog:&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pelos Caminhos da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvqZOPwJghI/AAAAAAAADEc/l_3FVIpp_7g/s1600-h/ARVORE+DA+AMIZADE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvqZOPwJghI/AAAAAAAADEc/l_3FVIpp_7g/s320/ARVORE+DA+AMIZADE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402799173010031122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A arvore da amizade, falando em amizade repasso este desafio e o&lt;br /&gt;mimo para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livinha do blog Palavras e poemas-livinha27.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatima de viver é afinar o instrumento-/vivereafinaroinstrumento.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana do blog:&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pelos Caminhos da Vida-anamgs.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jhacy do Senhora da Lua-jhacyms3m.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sereia do blog Sereia-sereiaencantos.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Renatinha do blog-wwwrenatacarpediem.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3332116208133610233-3581079976405321337?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3581079976405321337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3581079976405321337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3581079976405321337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3581079976405321337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009-esta-indo-embora.html' title='O QUE NÃO TEM PREÇO ...E UM MIMO'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvqiYOJ5vaI/AAAAAAAADEk/kup1c6vDMfY/s72-c/assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4996068508541811843</id><published>2009-11-08T10:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:16:11.447-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sva4VzqTGDI/AAAAAAAADEM/7zBXw1zjfwY/s1600-h/dsc05884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sva4VzqTGDI/AAAAAAAADEM/7zBXw1zjfwY/s320/dsc05884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401707487861872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ao acordar me senti um pouco indisposta,&lt;br /&gt;quando acordo assim prefiro que anoiteça imediatamente&lt;br /&gt;Tudo por causa do calor, intenso que está fazendo na cidade MARAVILHOSA,&lt;br /&gt;O CALOR ME INCOMODA UM POUCO,&lt;br /&gt;esse é o motivo do meu súbito mau humor.&lt;br /&gt;E que melhor para me dar conselhos que um poeta.&lt;br /&gt;Fui no meu Imaginário, sentei-me ao lado da estátua de Carlos Drummond de Andrade e pedi-lhe que me dissesse algo que melhorasse a disposição.&lt;br /&gt;Não que estivesse infeliz... nem pensar!&lt;br /&gt;Só estava precisando de um papo amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, ele é tão solícito naquele banco na calçada da praia de Copacabana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ... voando é claro,&lt;br /&gt;procurei-o em pensamentos e ...&lt;br /&gt;surpresa agradável:&lt;br /&gt;Ele me reconheceu!&lt;br /&gt;Uma conversa e tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Foi melhor viajar no mundo da imaginação, que tomar um comprimido para meu mau humor, digamos, instável!&lt;br /&gt;Bendito hemisfério direito do cérebro - inspiração; ajudou-me a colocar o lado esquerdo - lógico, racional- em equilíbrio!&lt;br /&gt;Mente perfeita esta que Deus nos deu.&lt;br /&gt;É só acionar nossos botões e clic!&lt;br /&gt;Volitei... em espírito&lt;br /&gt;O corpo ficou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vejam o que Drummond me disse&lt;br /&gt;e fez questão de ofertá-los, gentilmente,&lt;br /&gt;para vocês, queridos leitores meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiam... ouçam com o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desejo a vocês&lt;br /&gt;Fruto do mato&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Namoro no portão&lt;br /&gt;Domingo sem chuva&lt;br /&gt;Segunda sem mau humor&lt;br /&gt;Sábado com seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Filme de Carlitos&lt;br /&gt;Chope com os amigos&lt;br /&gt;Viver sem inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Filme na TV&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma pessoa especial&lt;br /&gt;E que ela goste de você&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir uma palavra amável&lt;br /&gt;Ver a banda passar&lt;br /&gt;Noite de lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Rever uma velha amizade&lt;br /&gt;Ter fé em Deus&lt;br /&gt;Não ter que ouvir não&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca, nem jamais&lt;br /&gt;Nem adeus&lt;br /&gt;Rir como criança&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir canto de passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Sarar de resfriado&lt;br /&gt;Escrever um poema de amor&lt;br /&gt;Tomar banho de cachoeira&lt;br /&gt;Aprender uma nova canção&lt;br /&gt;Esperar alguém na estação&lt;br /&gt;Queijo com goiabada&lt;br /&gt;Uma festa&lt;br /&gt;Um violão&lt;br /&gt;Uma seresta&lt;br /&gt;Recordar um amor antigo&lt;br /&gt;Ter um ombro sempre amigo&lt;br /&gt;Bater palmas com alegria&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde amena&lt;br /&gt;Calçar um chinelo velho&lt;br /&gt;Tocar violão para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Vinho branco&lt;br /&gt;Bolero de Ravel&lt;br /&gt;E muito carinho meu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Carlos Drummond de Andrade!&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço, agradecemos todos...&lt;br /&gt;És Amigo, és Poeta, és Eterno&lt;br /&gt;Falas a linguagem que atinge&lt;br /&gt;nossa Alma e o Coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia volto para outra visita,&lt;br /&gt;mas te levo goiabada e queijo,&lt;br /&gt;um buquet de flores,&lt;br /&gt;uma poeira de estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;pois contigo já deixei&lt;br /&gt;o meu Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos um ótimo domingo de sol!&lt;br /&gt;beijos...&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/3332116208133610233-4996068508541811843?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4996068508541811843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4996068508541811843&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4996068508541811843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4996068508541811843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-ao-acordar-me-senti-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sva4VzqTGDI/AAAAAAAADEM/7zBXw1zjfwY/s72-c/dsc05884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7749464028310657174</id><published>2009-11-03T10:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:57:03.301-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvAol37-XpI/AAAAAAAADEE/HHL3hHk9h_U/s1600-h/1760910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvAol37-XpI/AAAAAAAADEE/HHL3hHk9h_U/s320/1760910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399860584352997010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou discípula do vento&lt;br /&gt;aprendi com ele a ir&lt;br /&gt;passando...&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Quem gostar do meu&lt;br /&gt;perfume siga-o,&lt;br /&gt;assim como as minhas&lt;br /&gt;pegadas...&lt;br /&gt;Então, descobrirá&lt;br /&gt;quem sou."&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/3332116208133610233-7749464028310657174?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7749464028310657174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7749464028310657174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7749464028310657174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7749464028310657174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/sou-discipula-do-vento-aprendi-com-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SvAol37-XpI/AAAAAAAADEE/HHL3hHk9h_U/s72-c/1760910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-787511920923864623</id><published>2009-11-01T23:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:04:55.018-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Su4-BsPpWzI/AAAAAAAADC0/VZS7umhOEqs/s1600-h/00mulher,+estrelas+e+lua+sopro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Su4-BsPpWzI/AAAAAAAADC0/VZS7umhOEqs/s320/00mulher,+estrelas+e+lua+sopro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321202041379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um dia vou esquecer a lógica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e vou sonhar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terei todo o tempo para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na areia todas as ondas de um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignorarei relógios e ficarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apenas a sorrir ao Sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escutando os sons de todo tempo perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Então à noite guardarei a lua no bolso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e vou lançá-la aos olhos de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que ainda querem sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maria Flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-787511920923864623?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/787511920923864623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=787511920923864623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/787511920923864623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/787511920923864623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-dia-vou-esquecer-logica-e-vou-sonhar.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Su4-BsPpWzI/AAAAAAAADC0/VZS7umhOEqs/s72-c/00mulher,+estrelas+e+lua+sopro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7968294556559917348</id><published>2009-10-30T21:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:25:32.972-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuwQfR1V3SI/AAAAAAAADCs/9XSbKac6mYg/s1600-h/banho-de-chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuwQfR1V3SI/AAAAAAAADCs/9XSbKac6mYg/s320/banho-de-chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398708182859504930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite meus queridos amigos, hoje eu quero expressar,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco do que tenho sentido nas últimas semanas.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu já havia dito em um dos meus post, tenho vivenciado&lt;br /&gt;dias de girassois, acordei feliz ha alguns meses atrás, e graças&lt;br /&gt;a Deus tenho estado feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Queridos felicidade tem que saber identificar,&lt;br /&gt;um passeio no parque, chá com torradas,&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso, coisas simples, nos torna&lt;br /&gt;humanos felizes e realizados,&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu estou aqui de coração aberto,&lt;br /&gt;e feliz por ter chegado ao fim de mais um dia,&lt;br /&gt;onde eu pude sentir o  sol aquecer a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;posso dizer com todas as letras EU SOU FELIZ!&lt;br /&gt;e vou permanecer assim.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos voces dias de girassois&lt;br /&gt;e que cada um saiba identificar a FELICIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;Um bom fim de semana para todos!&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/3332116208133610233-7968294556559917348?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7968294556559917348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7968294556559917348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7968294556559917348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7968294556559917348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/boa-noite-meus-queridos-amigos-hoje-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuwQfR1V3SI/AAAAAAAADCs/9XSbKac6mYg/s72-c/banho-de-chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-532857610726961142</id><published>2009-10-28T17:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:55:48.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou EU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Suiht6J5opI/AAAAAAAADCk/ajUF9qc3ZsM/s1600-h/asas_imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Suiht6J5opI/AAAAAAAADCk/ajUF9qc3ZsM/s320/asas_imagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397741963480507026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconstante,&lt;br /&gt;com um par de asas.&lt;br /&gt;Um pé no chão,&lt;br /&gt;coração na boca&lt;br /&gt;e a razão escorrendo entre os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo pra não enlouquecer.&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/3332116208133610233-532857610726961142?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/532857610726961142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=532857610726961142&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/532857610726961142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/532857610726961142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou EU?'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Suiht6J5opI/AAAAAAAADCk/ajUF9qc3ZsM/s72-c/asas_imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-5823620330244786723</id><published>2009-10-24T10:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:54:54.886-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuL5FK1lcyI/AAAAAAAADCc/qjfY0k34lNA/s1600-h/janela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuL5FK1lcyI/AAAAAAAADCc/qjfY0k34lNA/s320/janela1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149170747044642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na janela dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;debruçou-se um novo sonho!&lt;br /&gt;vestindo de novas cores&lt;br /&gt;as flores da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;já sinto bailar na pele,&lt;br /&gt;a flor do desejo bom...&lt;br /&gt;ensaiando a passos largos,&lt;br /&gt;os compassos da paixão!&lt;br /&gt;como nunca, os olhos brilham&lt;br /&gt;quando mergulham nos seus...&lt;br /&gt;e já não freiam a loucura&lt;br /&gt;da volúpia de nós dois!&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/3332116208133610233-5823620330244786723?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5823620330244786723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=5823620330244786723&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5823620330244786723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5823620330244786723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/na-janela-dos-meus-olhos-debrucou-se-um.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuL5FK1lcyI/AAAAAAAADCc/qjfY0k34lNA/s72-c/janela1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7590107333977934311</id><published>2009-10-23T11:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:28:46.718-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuGve9wvciI/AAAAAAAADCU/zp1icV2cU9Y/s1600-h/gf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuGve9wvciI/AAAAAAAADCU/zp1icV2cU9Y/s320/gf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395786775076500002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;assim calmo, assim triste,&lt;br /&gt;nem estes olhos tão vazios,&lt;br /&gt;nem o lábio amargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,&lt;br /&gt;tão paradas e frias&lt;br /&gt;eu não tinha este coração&lt;br /&gt;que nem se mostra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não dei por esta mudança,&lt;br /&gt;tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:&lt;br /&gt;- Em que espelho ficou perdida a minha face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-7590107333977934311?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7590107333977934311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7590107333977934311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7590107333977934311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7590107333977934311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-nao-tinha-este-rosto-de-hoje-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SuGve9wvciI/AAAAAAAADCU/zp1icV2cU9Y/s72-c/gf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4073434722198627692</id><published>2009-10-17T08:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:45:17.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Stmt_TpHz3I/AAAAAAAADCM/mZu7XjM2TtI/s1600-h/Digitalizar0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Stmt_TpHz3I/AAAAAAAADCM/mZu7XjM2TtI/s320/Digitalizar0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393533331868995442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo assim,&lt;br /&gt;Deslizando em versos&lt;br /&gt;a procura de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Desejos guardados,&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos sondados,&lt;br /&gt;e se fazendo enfim.&lt;br /&gt;Menina mulher,&lt;br /&gt;tecendo a alma em sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;sendo em linhas o contorno,&lt;br /&gt;que te desenha em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Delicadamente sou em você,&lt;br /&gt;como flor,em colcha de cetim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Patty Vicensotti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:SAUDADES DE MIM...&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/3332116208133610233-4073434722198627692?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4073434722198627692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4073434722198627692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4073434722198627692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4073434722198627692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/vivo-assim-deslizando-em-versos-procura.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Stmt_TpHz3I/AAAAAAAADCM/mZu7XjM2TtI/s72-c/Digitalizar0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-8266891905445189885</id><published>2009-10-13T18:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:17:34.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/StTuCJp0_7I/AAAAAAAADBU/6XO13YYdNKY/s1600-h/292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/StTuCJp0_7I/AAAAAAAADBU/6XO13YYdNKY/s320/292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196374587834290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fecho os olhos, faz tanto bem, você não sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro tanto quando penso em você,&lt;br /&gt;chorar só choro às vezes, e é tão freqüente.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho mais devagar, certo que na próxima esquina, quem sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tido muito tempo ultimamente,&lt;br /&gt;mas penso tanto em você que na hora de dormir&lt;br /&gt;vez em quando até sorrio e fico passando a ponta do meu dedo&lt;br /&gt;no lóbulo da sua orelha e repito, repito em voz baixa&lt;br /&gt;te amo tanto dorme com os anjos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois sou eu quem dorme e sonha, sonho com os anjos.&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens, espaços azuis, pérolas no fundo do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Clack! como se fosse verdade, um beijo."&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/3332116208133610233-8266891905445189885?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8266891905445189885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8266891905445189885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8266891905445189885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8266891905445189885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/fecho-os-olhos-faz-tanto-bem-voce-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/StTuCJp0_7I/AAAAAAAADBU/6XO13YYdNKY/s72-c/292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3384126567445079136</id><published>2009-10-09T23:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:00:48.766-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Ss_0iA8vXNI/AAAAAAAADAc/fB0fD67eeTo/s1600-h/girassol+grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Ss_0iA8vXNI/AAAAAAAADAc/fB0fD67eeTo/s320/girassol+grande.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390796144193264850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rafa eu te amo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pra sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigada por estar fazendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parte de mais essa fase maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de minha vida, fase de girassois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigada por voce existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oo359MpVkyg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oo359MpVkyg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-3384126567445079136?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3384126567445079136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3384126567445079136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3384126567445079136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3384126567445079136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/vanessa-da-matta-rafa-eu-te-amo-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Ss_0iA8vXNI/AAAAAAAADAc/fB0fD67eeTo/s72-c/girassol+grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2381480993238629689</id><published>2009-10-05T10:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:10:53.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BELEZA INTERIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SsnwQ8GXT4I/AAAAAAAAC_0/l5yQaMWE6p8/s1600-h/sem%252Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SsnwQ8GXT4I/AAAAAAAAC_0/l5yQaMWE6p8/s320/sem%252Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389102602926903170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não saio muito bem&lt;br /&gt;em fotografias.&lt;br /&gt;Porque meu melhor lado&lt;br /&gt;a foto não pega.&lt;br /&gt;Não me faz bela&lt;br /&gt;ou me faz jus.&lt;br /&gt;Porque meu melhor lado&lt;br /&gt;não é o esquerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Não é o direito.&lt;br /&gt;É o de dentro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian Dalledone&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/3332116208133610233-2381480993238629689?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2381480993238629689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2381480993238629689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2381480993238629689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2381480993238629689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/10/beleza-interior.html' title='BELEZA INTERIOR'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SsnwQ8GXT4I/AAAAAAAAC_0/l5yQaMWE6p8/s72-c/sem%252Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3889181076550773741</id><published>2009-09-30T22:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:56:26.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A  vida em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SsQMEKSIhuI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pJq72Cu3axo/s1600-h/FADARJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SsQMEKSIhuI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pJq72Cu3axo/s320/FADARJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387444319861376738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quantas vidas terei.&lt;br /&gt;Porque pra mim cada nova fase,&lt;br /&gt;que surge,é um modo de renascer.&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que isso acontece,&lt;br /&gt;a sensação de ter superado me faz tão forte.&lt;br /&gt;Nasço de mim mesma,sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tudo agora com outros olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Com outro sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que viver não seja fácil.&lt;br /&gt;E eu respondo:&lt;br /&gt;De suas dores,sinta o prazer&lt;br /&gt;de amadurecer,de crescer...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o que forma você.&lt;br /&gt;Se for preciso,nasça..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Patty Vicensotti)&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/3332116208133610233-3889181076550773741?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3889181076550773741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3889181076550773741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3889181076550773741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3889181076550773741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-em-mim.html' title='A  vida em mim'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SsQMEKSIhuI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pJq72Cu3axo/s72-c/FADARJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-8120365711299104170</id><published>2009-09-26T09:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:24:54.096-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lya Luft'/><title type='text'>PERFEITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sr4HwF23uJI/AAAAAAAAC-0/gbqJYJ4vwk0/s1600-h/mulherborbjd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sr4HwF23uJI/AAAAAAAAC-0/gbqJYJ4vwk0/s320/mulherborbjd0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385750727169128594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A esperança me chama&lt;br /&gt;e eu salto a bordo como se fosse a primeira viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se não conheço os mapas, escolho o imprevisto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qualquer sinal é um bom presságio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seja como for, eu vou, pois quase sempre acredito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ando de olhos fechados feito criança brincando de cega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais de uma vez saio ferida, ou quase afogada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas não desisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A dor eventual é o preço da vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passagem, seguro e pedágio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft "Ônus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-8120365711299104170?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8120365711299104170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8120365711299104170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8120365711299104170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8120365711299104170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfeito.html' title='PERFEITO'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sr4HwF23uJI/AAAAAAAAC-0/gbqJYJ4vwk0/s72-c/mulherborbjd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-5673422692264058856</id><published>2009-09-23T09:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:57:23.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SroaBxj2bnI/AAAAAAAAC-s/XAGZLdidVoU/s1600-h/e7068aabfc9c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SroaBxj2bnI/AAAAAAAAC-s/XAGZLdidVoU/s320/e7068aabfc9c.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384644922260745842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Todo jardim começa com uma história de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Antes que qualquer árvore seja plantada ou um lago contruído ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;é preciso que eles tenham nascido dentro da alma .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Quem não planta jardim por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;não planta jardins por fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;e nem passeia por eles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;br /&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/3332116208133610233-5673422692264058856?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5673422692264058856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=5673422692264058856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5673422692264058856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5673422692264058856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/todo-jardim-comeca-com-uma-historia-de.html' title='Primavera II'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SroaBxj2bnI/AAAAAAAAC-s/XAGZLdidVoU/s72-c/e7068aabfc9c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2623726944518416161</id><published>2009-09-22T11:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:46:05.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrjiAtVej4I/AAAAAAAAC-U/w-Et-1rfi7g/s1600-h/girassol+na+mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrjiAtVej4I/AAAAAAAAC-U/w-Et-1rfi7g/s320/girassol+na+mao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301856318984066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh! Primaveras distantes, depois do branco e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserto inverno, quando as amendoeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inauguram suas flores, alegremente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e todos os olhos procuram pelo céu o primeiro raio de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta é uma primavera diferente, com as matas intactas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as árvores cobertas de folhas, — e só os poetas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entre os humanos, sabem que uma Deusa chega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coroada de flores, com vestidos bordados de flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com os braços carregados de flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e vem dançar neste mundo cálido, de incessante luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrjihPujH9I/AAAAAAAAC-k/rj2f1DVPKyU/s1600-h/p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrjihPujH9I/AAAAAAAAC-k/rj2f1DVPKyU/s320/p5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384302415306760146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas é certo que a primavera chega. É certo que a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não se esquece, e a terra maternalmente se enfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para as festas da sua perpetuação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Algum dia, talvez, nada mais vai ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Algum dia, talvez, os homens terão a primavera que desejarem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no momento que quiserem, independentes deste ritmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desta ordem, deste movimento do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E os pássaros serão outros, com outros cantos e outros hábitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;— e os ouvidos que por acaso os ouvirem não terão nada mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com tudo aquilo que, outrora se entendeu e amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FELIZ PRIMAVERA A TODOS!&lt;/span&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/3332116208133610233-2623726944518416161?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2623726944518416161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2623726944518416161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2623726944518416161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2623726944518416161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrjiAtVej4I/AAAAAAAAC-U/w-Et-1rfi7g/s72-c/girassol+na+mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-5147589650690355321</id><published>2009-09-21T22:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:41:28.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrgqysYYr-I/AAAAAAAAC-M/dW8M6h92WOY/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrgqysYYr-I/AAAAAAAAC-M/dW8M6h92WOY/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100404916695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando me amei de verdade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;que me pusesse para baixo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje sei que se chama...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor-próprio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 143, 143);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;•°°Charlie Chaplin•°°&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-5147589650690355321?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5147589650690355321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=5147589650690355321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5147589650690355321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5147589650690355321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-me-amei-de-verdade-comecei-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrgqysYYr-I/AAAAAAAAC-M/dW8M6h92WOY/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7029165850813275151</id><published>2009-09-21T09:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:50:31.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Srd10tnnDnI/AAAAAAAAC-E/KJQUKtNKUQI/s1600-h/lovely_by_The_Elly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Srd10tnnDnI/AAAAAAAAC-E/KJQUKtNKUQI/s320/lovely_by_The_Elly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383901428004097650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; perder de novo todas as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;do meu vocabulário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todos os minutos deste dia... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toda minha forma &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; de interpretação e compreensão... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tentando só &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;explicar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;a explosão de&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; quando estou contigo...e sou &lt;u&gt;sua&lt;/u&gt;... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faltam sorrisos...lágrimas...suspiros... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os &lt;bv&gt;sonhos ficam até pequenininhos &lt;/bv&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;bv&gt;&lt;/bv&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;diante da imensidão do azul que me invade... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;da &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alegria&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de viver que adentra no meu peito... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;uma explosão que me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;deixa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cega&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;muda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vejo um mundo azul de borboletas brilhantes... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha voz cantarola músicas... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu só ouço palavras de&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                   E tem&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; gente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que busca tão longe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;motivos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra ser feliz... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                              PS:EU TE AMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-7029165850813275151?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7029165850813275151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7029165850813275151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7029165850813275151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7029165850813275151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/vou-perder-de-novo-todas-as-palavras-do.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Srd10tnnDnI/AAAAAAAAC-E/KJQUKtNKUQI/s72-c/lovely_by_The_Elly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-8283625494632294380</id><published>2009-09-18T18:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:10:13.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrQFCgiCwwI/AAAAAAAAC98/BJ7QUUBPI6w/s1600-h/vintage_glamour_by_yasmingreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrQFCgiCwwI/AAAAAAAAC98/BJ7QUUBPI6w/s320/vintage_glamour_by_yasmingreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382932995265184514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(105, 105, 105);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"As coisas e as pessoas que fazem parte da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;vão aos poucos entrando em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;depois de algum tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;já não sei dizer o que é meu e o que é delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mesmo assim, bem no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;fundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, há coisas que são só minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;E embora me assustem às vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;é delas que mais gosto..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&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/3332116208133610233-8283625494632294380?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8283625494632294380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8283625494632294380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8283625494632294380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8283625494632294380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-coisas-e-as-pessoas-que-fazem-parte.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SrQFCgiCwwI/AAAAAAAAC98/BJ7QUUBPI6w/s72-c/vintage_glamour_by_yasmingreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-498857697589777270</id><published>2009-09-07T08:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:10:08.011-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SqT30hSg27I/AAAAAAAAC9c/qCAjQVy2L44/s1600-h/boladesabao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SqT30hSg27I/AAAAAAAAC9c/qCAjQVy2L44/s320/boladesabao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378696336648494002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei... Se a vida é curta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou longa demais pra nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem sentido, se não tocamos o coração das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colo que acolhe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braço que envolve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palavra que conforta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silêncio que respeita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alegria que contagia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lágrima que corre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhar que acaricia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejo que sacia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor que promove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o que dá sentido à vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o que faz com que ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não seja nem curta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem longa demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas que seja intensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdadeira, pura... Enquanto durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cora Coralina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-498857697589777270?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/498857697589777270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=498857697589777270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/498857697589777270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/498857697589777270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/saber-viver.html' title='Saber Viver'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SqT30hSg27I/AAAAAAAAC9c/qCAjQVy2L44/s72-c/boladesabao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-782817642352397640</id><published>2009-09-02T18:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:07:50.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O DESPERTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sp7jLDmYMvI/AAAAAAAAC9U/OQNVvQG5-f4/s1600-h/Bellagolden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sp7jLDmYMvI/AAAAAAAAC9U/OQNVvQG5-f4/s320/Bellagolden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376984784211292914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O tempo passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo quando isso parece impossível.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando cada batida do ponteiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos segundos,&lt;br /&gt;dói como o sangue pulsando sob um  hematoma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passa de modo inconstante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;com guinadas estranhas  e calmarias arrastadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas passa. Até para mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Trecho do livro Lua Nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Stephenie Meyer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora do best-seller&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crepúsculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-782817642352397640?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/782817642352397640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=782817642352397640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/782817642352397640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/782817642352397640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-despertar.html' title='O DESPERTAR'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sp7jLDmYMvI/AAAAAAAAC9U/OQNVvQG5-f4/s72-c/Bellagolden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-835210124056782452</id><published>2009-08-28T14:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:21:47.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNDAMENTOS LÓGICOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpgRmwtL0FI/AAAAAAAAC8c/lmAYF5pw2f4/s1600-h/felicidade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpgRmwtL0FI/AAAAAAAAC8c/lmAYF5pw2f4/s320/felicidade2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375065512873807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O  Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abre a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alegra o espirito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolve a auto-estima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amolece corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperta a alma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renova esperanças&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irradia luz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aumenta a confiança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libera o riso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperta compaixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integra partes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supera dificuldades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cura doenças&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derruba muralhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harminiza vozes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extingue o ódio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pruduz confiança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre satisfações&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra alegria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E UNE TODOS OS SERES.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham um lindo fim de semana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bjs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-835210124056782452?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/835210124056782452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=835210124056782452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/835210124056782452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/835210124056782452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/08/fundamentos-logicos.html' title='FUNDAMENTOS LÓGICOS'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpgRmwtL0FI/AAAAAAAAC8c/lmAYF5pw2f4/s72-c/felicidade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6120080286274122794</id><published>2009-08-26T14:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:22:45.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eduarda meu maior tesouro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpVxREGYsrI/AAAAAAAAC8U/fSTCUU0fbDM/s1600-h/duda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpVxREGYsrI/AAAAAAAAC8U/fSTCUU0fbDM/s320/duda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374326268308796082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sua chegada, foi  o maior presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que eu ja recebi,&lt;br /&gt;como eu quis voce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;contava os dias pra sua chegada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;filha voce é o bem mas precioso &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que eu tenho, eu te amo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filha o dia em que voce nasceu,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os céus se misturaram, com a terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as barreiras deixaram de existir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o abismo que existia em mim,&lt;br /&gt;se fechou,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sol sorriu,&lt;br /&gt;o mar com o ruido das suas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fortes ondas,&lt;br /&gt;fez até uma canção.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O verão foi mas intenso,&lt;br /&gt;as flores se abriram &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra voce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo isso é só pra dizer o quanto eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e agradecer a Deus, que me deu você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBRIGADA POR VOCÊ EXISTIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6120080286274122794?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6120080286274122794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6120080286274122794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6120080286274122794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6120080286274122794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/08/eduarda-meu-maior-tesouro.html' title='Eduarda meu maior tesouro.'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpVxREGYsrI/AAAAAAAAC8U/fSTCUU0fbDM/s72-c/duda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6518779772468155452</id><published>2009-08-25T09:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:42:39.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpPcHZ30eyI/AAAAAAAAC8M/QSq7zQ1LJUg/s1600-h/post+12-11-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpPcHZ30eyI/AAAAAAAAC8M/QSq7zQ1LJUg/s320/post+12-11-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373880800145341218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui estou eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;não somente com a convicção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de prazer presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas com pensamentos agradáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de que neste momento há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;vida, amor e alimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;para anos futuros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: desejo um lindo dia a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6518779772468155452?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6518779772468155452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6518779772468155452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6518779772468155452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6518779772468155452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/08/aqui-estou-eu-nao-somente-com-conviccao.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SpPcHZ30eyI/AAAAAAAAC8M/QSq7zQ1LJUg/s72-c/post+12-11-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-626948937194391051</id><published>2009-08-20T21:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:52:55.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR É PACIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/So3vMniyuEI/AAAAAAAAC7k/nnTGtANzQEI/s1600-h/anjos-8927.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/So3vMniyuEI/AAAAAAAAC7k/nnTGtANzQEI/s320/anjos-8927.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372212930575251522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O amor funciona.è o motivador mais poderoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e tem uma profundidade e um significado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bem maior do que a maioria das pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensam. O amor sempre faz o que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhor para os outros e tem o poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de nos fortalecer para enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandes problemas.Nosso coração precisa de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim como nossos pulmões precisam de oxigênio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor muda a nossa motivação de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;os relacionamentos se tornam significativos com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nenhuma relação é bem sucedida sem AMOR."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/So3ueWay6HI/AAAAAAAAC7c/0msrLDaSqPo/s1600-h/anjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/So3ueWay6HI/AAAAAAAAC7c/0msrLDaSqPo/s320/anjos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372212135704324210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:AINDA QUE EU FALASSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LINGUA DOS HOMENS E DOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANJOS, E NÃO TIVESSE AMOR NADA SERIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;trecho do livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "O desafio do amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kendrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-626948937194391051?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/626948937194391051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=626948937194391051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/626948937194391051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/626948937194391051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor-e-paciente.html' title='O AMOR É PACIENTE'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/So3vMniyuEI/AAAAAAAAC7k/nnTGtANzQEI/s72-c/anjos-8927.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1382524916652727870</id><published>2009-08-18T08:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:59:23.076-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruth Ministro'/><title type='text'>Num recanto do meu peito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SoqXR_i6HVI/AAAAAAAAC6w/VjoySwmv2To/s1600-h/andreacpcrj21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SoqXR_i6HVI/AAAAAAAAC6w/VjoySwmv2To/s320/andreacpcrj21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371271840964156754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aconchegam-se palavras num recanto do meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;palavras que não digo porque já perdi o jeito,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;não lhes reconheço as formas, as letras, os sentidos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;os seus sons harmoniosos tornaram-se gemidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;se nascerem andorinhas nesse ninho do peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e vierem pousar, docemente, aos meus ouvidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;talvez essas palavras voltem a cantar para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e eu consiga enfim escrevê-las, no meu poema perfeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruth Ministro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-1382524916652727870?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1382524916652727870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1382524916652727870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1382524916652727870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1382524916652727870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/08/num-recanto-do-meu-peito.html' title='Num recanto do meu peito'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SoqXR_i6HVI/AAAAAAAAC6w/VjoySwmv2To/s72-c/andreacpcrj21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3309350734010337115</id><published>2009-08-16T00:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:34:02.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda lembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NmjBFVZ_As&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NmjBFVZ_As&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;br /&gt; Eu, você, em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt; Dizendo:&lt;br /&gt; "Aonde você for eu vou"&lt;br /&gt; Oh! Oh!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E quando eu perguntei&lt;br /&gt; Ouvi você dizer&lt;br /&gt; Que eu era tudo&lt;br /&gt; O que você sempre quis&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo triste eu tava feliz&lt;br /&gt; E acabei acreditando&lt;br /&gt; Em ilusões...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu nem pensava em ter&lt;br /&gt; Que esquecer você&lt;br /&gt; Agora vem você dizer:&lt;br /&gt; "Amor, eu errei com você&lt;br /&gt; E só assim pude entender&lt;br /&gt; Que o grande mal que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt; Foi a mim mesmo"...&lt;br /&gt; Uh! Uh! Uh!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem você dizer:&lt;br /&gt; "Amor, eu não pude evitar"&lt;br /&gt; E eu te dizendo:&lt;br /&gt; "Liga o som, uh! uh! uh!&lt;br /&gt; E apaga a luz"&lt;br /&gt; Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;br /&gt; Eu, você, em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt; Dizendo:&lt;br /&gt; "Aonde você for eu vou"&lt;br /&gt; Oh! Oh!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E quando eu perguntei&lt;br /&gt; Ouvi você dizer&lt;br /&gt; Que eu era tudo&lt;br /&gt; O que você sempre quis&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo triste eu tava feliz&lt;br /&gt; E acabei acreditando&lt;br /&gt; Em ilusões...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu nem pensava em ter&lt;br /&gt; Que esquecer você&lt;br /&gt; Agora vem você dizer:&lt;br /&gt; "Amor, eu errei com você&lt;br /&gt; E só assim pude entender&lt;br /&gt; Que o grande mal que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt; Foi a mim mesmo"&lt;br /&gt; Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem você dizer:&lt;br /&gt; "Amor, eu não pude evitar"&lt;br /&gt; E eu te dizendo:&lt;br /&gt; "Liga o som, uh! uh! uh!&lt;br /&gt; E apaga a luz"&lt;br /&gt; Uh! Uh! Uh!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ainda lembro inda lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ainda lembro, inda lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ainda lembro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/marisa-monte/"&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;small&gt;Composição: Marisa Monte / Nando Reis&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-3309350734010337115?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3309350734010337115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3309350734010337115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3309350734010337115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3309350734010337115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/08/ainda-lembro.html' title='Ainda lembro'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-383082858187220375</id><published>2009-08-14T07:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:04:53.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SoVEwkrAoJI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yJbpAWZDlXw/s1600-h/casa_sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SoVEwkrAoJI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yJbpAWZDlXw/s320/casa_sonho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369773731977666706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do meu tempo de criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do primeiro grande amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De um tempo pouco distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da melodia da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que em sua quietude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandiosa se erguia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Das belas manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do café-da-mamãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Das tardes de sossego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto falta da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sentimento que se vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E não deixa rastro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade que falta num mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que necessita de memórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessa nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desse canto na escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me permite dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como eu sinto falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-383082858187220375?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/383082858187220375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=383082858187220375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/383082858187220375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/383082858187220375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/08/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SoVEwkrAoJI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yJbpAWZDlXw/s72-c/casa_sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4700581469081278395</id><published>2009-07-29T10:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:07:10.651-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Quintana'/><title type='text'>As Estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SnBW9Y3nzoI/AAAAAAAAC5w/X0JfcVR6D3k/s1600-h/PERTO%2BDAS%2BESTRELAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SnBW9Y3nzoI/AAAAAAAAC5w/X0JfcVR6D3k/s320/PERTO%2BDAS%2BESTRELAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363882768846016130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foram-se abrindo aos poucos as estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De margaridas lindo campo em flor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tão alto o Céu!... Pudesse eu ir colhê-las...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diria alguma se me tens amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estrelas altas! Que se importam elas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tão longe estão!... Tão longe deste mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trêmulo bando de distantes velas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ancoradas no azul do céu profundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porém meu coração quase parava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lá foram voando as esperanças minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando uma, dentre aquelas estrelinhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deus a guie! do céu se despencou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com certeza era o amor que tu me tinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que repentinamente se acabou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-4700581469081278395?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4700581469081278395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4700581469081278395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4700581469081278395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4700581469081278395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-estrelas.html' title='As Estrelas'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SnBW9Y3nzoI/AAAAAAAAC5w/X0JfcVR6D3k/s72-c/PERTO%2BDAS%2BESTRELAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-8544457134273798208</id><published>2009-07-28T09:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:07:11.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sm73bnft1ZI/AAAAAAAAC5g/KJRxpjaHE-k/s1600-h/1222430539IeUzvSc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sm73bnft1ZI/AAAAAAAAC5g/KJRxpjaHE-k/s320/1222430539IeUzvSc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363496260075378066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depois de cada noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Há um amanhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De cada dor brota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uma esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O desejo mais simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;è o único capaz de colorir  o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade é um sentimento presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de alguém ausente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te amo por esse grande quase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nada mais que pra mim é tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bom dia meus queridos amigos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-8544457134273798208?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8544457134273798208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8544457134273798208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8544457134273798208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8544457134273798208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/depois-de-cada-noite-ha-um-amanhecer.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sm73bnft1ZI/AAAAAAAAC5g/KJRxpjaHE-k/s72-c/1222430539IeUzvSc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-5920528660899974182</id><published>2009-07-26T12:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:36:00.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'>INSENSATEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Smx310bEEPI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/UzW1xjt8pcc/s1600-h/775753-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Smx310bEEPI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/UzW1xjt8pcc/s320/775753-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362793022780346610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A insensatez que você fez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Coração mais sem cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fez chorar de dor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O seu amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Um amor tão delicado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, porque você foi fraco assim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Assim tão desalmado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, meu coração que nunca amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não merece ser amado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vai meu coração ouve a razão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Usa só sinceridade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem semeia vento, diz a razão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Colhe sempre tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Vai, meu coração pede perdão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Perdão apaixonado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vai porque quem não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pede perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não é nunca perdoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Composição: Antonio Carlos Jobim /&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUUP1twUoEo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUUP1twUoEo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-5920528660899974182?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5920528660899974182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=5920528660899974182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5920528660899974182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5920528660899974182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/insensatez.html' title='INSENSATEZ'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Smx310bEEPI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/UzW1xjt8pcc/s72-c/775753-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4597313472305487570</id><published>2009-07-25T16:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:25:56.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmtcGgxVq6I/AAAAAAAAC5I/v7voZTZs9Eg/s1600-h/mulher_distancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmtcGgxVq6I/AAAAAAAAC5I/v7voZTZs9Eg/s320/mulher_distancia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362481048260553634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"È na simplicidade de um ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que encontramos seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;segredos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-4597313472305487570?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4597313472305487570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4597313472305487570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4597313472305487570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4597313472305487570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-na-simplicidade-de-um-ser-que_25.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmtcGgxVq6I/AAAAAAAAC5I/v7voZTZs9Eg/s72-c/mulher_distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3254744699550635901</id><published>2009-07-24T16:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:12:25.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Memórias  parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmoVn6FiJkI/AAAAAAAAC4w/6PoOOgG6WX0/s1600-h/Triangulo%2Bamoroso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmoVn6FiJkI/AAAAAAAAC4w/6PoOOgG6WX0/s320/Triangulo%2Bamoroso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362122081689544258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa tarde queridos amigos e leitores,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como já tinha dito, no post anterior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irei transcrever,&lt;br /&gt;alguns parágrafos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do meu precioso diário.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história de hoje é engraçada,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pois se refere ao meu querido &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esposo Rafael,&lt;/span&gt; e a minha querida irmã&lt;br /&gt;Renatinha.&lt;br /&gt;Amo voces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 15 de janeiro de 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje aconteceu algo muito chato,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu estou completamente apaixonada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelo meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Rafael, quer dizer, já gosto dele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;a Renata minha irmã, sabe disso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e ainda assim,&lt;br /&gt;está ficando com ele,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o pior é que,&lt;br /&gt;ainda tenho que ficar ouvindo ele falar dela,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Rio de janeiro, 3 de fevereiro 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Querido diário, o lance dos dois foi por agua abaixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e hoje ele veio me falar que,&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rolou entre eles foi um engano,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversamos por horas e acabou rolando um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudo de bom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vou deixar rolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: Queridos leitores quero &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deixar claro que minha irmã e eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca nos desentedemos, por causa do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ocorrido,&lt;br /&gt;e que até hoje, isso para nos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;é motivo de piadas.&lt;br /&gt;somos como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alma gemêas. minha irmã e eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar claro que estou publicando apenas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que acho relevante, para não deixar o texto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotineiro&lt;br /&gt;os detalhes sórdidos estão suprimidos (risos)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-3254744699550635901?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3254744699550635901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3254744699550635901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3254744699550635901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3254744699550635901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorias-parte-2.html' title='Memórias  parte 2'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmoVn6FiJkI/AAAAAAAAC4w/6PoOOgG6WX0/s72-c/Triangulo%2Bamoroso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4589939105862498486</id><published>2009-07-22T11:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:27:58.013-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Memórias-Andréa Pedreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmdlmjxUUAI/AAAAAAAAC4g/wjSdCB-QgAg/s1600-h/queridodiario_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmdlmjxUUAI/AAAAAAAAC4g/wjSdCB-QgAg/s320/queridodiario_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365594519392258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia queridos amigos, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje estou retornando, depois de ter estado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muito doente,&lt;br /&gt;mas graças a Deus, hoje estou bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nesses meus dias ociosos, revolvendo  minhas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gavetas,&lt;br /&gt;encontrei um antigo diario que eu fiz,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em Janeiro de 2000,&lt;br /&gt;lá encontrei muitas coisas que &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escrevi, e muitas que escreveram pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiquei emocionada ao ler, uma parte de minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que ha muito eu já tinha esquecido,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neste diário tem relatos da minha vida, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relacionamentos,&lt;br /&gt;amigos e pessoas muito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;importante,&lt;br /&gt;que passaram e outras que ainda continuam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comigo,&lt;br /&gt;foi então que eu dicidi, que irei publicar&lt;br /&gt;algumas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coisas que estão escritas no meu, rico diário do ano 2000.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:E eu comecei assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rio de janeiro, 1 de janeiro de 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¨As pessoas sem imaginação,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poderiam ter tido as mais imprevistas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aventuras,&lt;br /&gt;poderiam ter visitado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as terras mais estranhas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada lhes ficou, nada lhes sobrou,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida não basta apenas ser vivida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;também precisa ser sonhada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-4589939105862498486?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4589939105862498486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4589939105862498486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4589939105862498486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4589939105862498486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorias-andrea-pedreira.html' title='Memórias-Andréa Pedreira'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SmdlmjxUUAI/AAAAAAAAC4g/wjSdCB-QgAg/s72-c/queridodiario_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6181108867693397636</id><published>2009-07-16T16:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:05:57.167-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Acordei feliz- Andréa Pedreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sl-FkDaHSKI/AAAAAAAAC3w/ImRC8zXyZWw/s1600-h/A+VIDA+MAIS+VIVIDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sl-FkDaHSKI/AAAAAAAAC3w/ImRC8zXyZWw/s320/A+VIDA+MAIS+VIVIDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359148936030800034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim tão simplesmente como proclamo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACORDEI FELIZ esta manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E vou continuar feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Considero essa sensação tão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surpreendente e positiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que agora consigo enchergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que a felicidade mora nas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simples da vida; como poder sentir o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abraço da pessoa amada, tomar café com pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e manteiga, ter amigos em que se possa confiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;um passeio no parque, onde o verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passa ser uma mudança de atitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou melhor um sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Desejo a todos uma linda tarde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6181108867693397636?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6181108867693397636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6181108867693397636&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6181108867693397636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6181108867693397636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/acordei-feliz-andrea-pedreira.html' title='Acordei feliz- Andréa Pedreira'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sl-FkDaHSKI/AAAAAAAAC3w/ImRC8zXyZWw/s72-c/A+VIDA+MAIS+VIVIDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4397622014491916414</id><published>2009-07-15T17:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:53:41.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Mistake (tradução) James Blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sl5BU_IEI1I/AAAAAAAAC3o/5XtfsNDCmSY/s1600-h/saudadeRJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sl5BU_IEI1I/AAAAAAAAC3o/5XtfsNDCmSY/s320/saudadeRJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358792435415917394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmos Erros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi o mundo revirando em meus lençóis&lt;br /&gt;E, mais uma vez, não consigo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Saio porta fora e subo a rua,&lt;br /&gt;Olho as estrelas sob os meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Relembro coisas certas que eu transformei em erradas&lt;br /&gt;E aqui vou eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá, olá!Não há lugar onde eu não possa ir.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente está confusa mas meu coração está acabado. Consegue ver?&lt;br /&gt;Perdi o rastro que me guiou, então assim continuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, enviei alguns homens à luta, e um voltou morto à noite,&lt;br /&gt;dizendo que vira meu inimigo. Disse que parecia comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Então tomei as mágoas e aqui vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou pedindo uma segunda chance,&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando com toda minha voz&lt;br /&gt;Não me dê escolha, só me dê razão.&lt;br /&gt;Se não eu vou cometer o mesmo erro outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez um dia nós nos encontremos&lt;br /&gt;E talvez possamos conversar e não apenas falar&lt;br /&gt;Não acredite nas promessas porque&lt;br /&gt;Não há promessas que eu cumpra,&lt;br /&gt;E minha culpa me inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Assim aqui vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou pedindo uma segunda chance,&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando com toda minha voz&lt;br /&gt;Não me dê escolha, só me dê razão.&lt;br /&gt;Se não eu vou cometer o mesmo erro.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou pedindo uma segunda chance,&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando com toda minha voz&lt;br /&gt;Não me dê escolha, só me dê razão.&lt;br /&gt;Se não eu vou cometer o mesmo erro outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto me reviro em meus lençóis&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez não consigo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Saio porta fora e subo a rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Olho as estrelas, caindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu me pergunto, onde é que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3332116208133610233-4397622014491916414?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4397622014491916414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4397622014491916414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4397622014491916414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4397622014491916414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/same-mistake-traducao-james-blunt.html' title='Same Mistake (tradução) James Blunt'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sl5BU_IEI1I/AAAAAAAAC3o/5XtfsNDCmSY/s72-c/saudadeRJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7652782281724955661</id><published>2009-07-14T10:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:59:01.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlyOTG56LiI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Csf-2NwG7tw/s1600-h/ANJoNEGRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlyOTG56LiI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Csf-2NwG7tw/s320/ANJoNEGRO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358314115586207266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E se eu te contar que não pequei tudo o que queria?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastava-me sair do meu corpo e viver coisas ainda não vividas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fazer da minha vida um experimento das minhas fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pôr em prática os mais loucos pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Digamos que eu tenha entrado em coma durante anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talvez agora eu tenha acordado pra recuperar o tempo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Será que foi isso que aconteceu comigo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trilhei por estradas em que eu não me reconheci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim não temo nada que possa me castigar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis agradar a todos e nem pensei se era bom pra mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vou ser anjo negro ficarei no negativo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, colhi um saldo credor que ainda nem aproveitei... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Isso é coisa pra se ver mais adiante,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juro que ainda nem pensei...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que me adianta estar viva e não viver o "presente" da vida que me foi dada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como gozar do sangue que corre em minhas veias se nem o tenho sentido mais?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucos todos somos nesse mundo em que cada um tem a sua própria lucidez transformada em loucura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pois bem, eu vou viver do meu modo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não gostar que entre na fila pra reclamar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que muitos vão me criticar por conta de tudo que eu falei aqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como dizia o poeta: Que eu seja maluca, mas com certeza "maluca beleza"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, perdoe-me pelos pecados que não cometi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceite-me como sou e não como queres que eu seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-7652782281724955661?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7652782281724955661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7652782281724955661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7652782281724955661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7652782281724955661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-se-eu-te-contar-que-nao-pequei-tudo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlyOTG56LiI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Csf-2NwG7tw/s72-c/ANJoNEGRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2241697966416471667</id><published>2009-07-09T22:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:14:12.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Slage1cwa0I/AAAAAAAAC1s/8UYdVLbU1mU/s1600-h/selinho+fofo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Slage1cwa0I/AAAAAAAAC1s/8UYdVLbU1mU/s320/selinho+fofo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356645258407996226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje eu recebi esse mimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fofo, da minha amiga querida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Livinha, do blog PALAVRAS E POEMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;livinha27.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amiga muito obrigada pelo presente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu amei!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gostaria tambem de estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repassado esse mimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para algumas amigas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muito fofas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana de pelos caminhos da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anamgs.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lainha de Uns dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unsdiasporlainha.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patricia de Sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acreditarsonhar.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agradeço a voces pelo carinho que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tens comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS:Em mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apenas jardins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sou cores, sou dores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sou flores, sou amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Eu sou assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-2241697966416471667?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2241697966416471667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2241697966416471667&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2241697966416471667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2241697966416471667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-eu-recebi-esse-mimo-fofo-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Slage1cwa0I/AAAAAAAAC1s/8UYdVLbU1mU/s72-c/selinho+fofo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-8107978753399590948</id><published>2009-07-08T18:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:06:22.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlUYEbz9I4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/9bJvZJiLZKw/s1600-h/anjo+da+sorte.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlUYEbz9I4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/9bJvZJiLZKw/s320/anjo+da+sorte.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356213796291289986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje recebi este lindo Selo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da  minha amiga Ana de PELOS CAMINHOS DA VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anamgs.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amiga muito obrigada, e estarei repassando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; para alguns amigos queridos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARCELO-Dalla Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marcelodalla.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVINHA-Palavras e poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;livinha27.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RENATINHA-Carpe diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wwwrenatacarpediem.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FÁTIMA-Viver é afinar o instrumento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vivereafinaroinstrumento.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beijos a todos voces!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Há de se ter muito cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quando alguém nos abre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a porta de seu coraçao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuidado para saber entrar e, se necessário,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saber sair,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem destruir, sem derrubar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e plantar uma bandeira&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no maior monte,&lt;br /&gt;escrito assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estive aqui&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiz e fui feliz!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-8107978753399590948?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8107978753399590948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8107978753399590948&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8107978753399590948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8107978753399590948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-recebi-este-lindo-selo-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlUYEbz9I4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/9bJvZJiLZKw/s72-c/anjo+da+sorte.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-4084164961990765692</id><published>2009-07-07T15:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:14:58.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva o amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlOPtIVW-OI/AAAAAAAACy4/fsTbLs5cJ1U/s1600-h/lindofilme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlOPtIVW-OI/AAAAAAAACy4/fsTbLs5cJ1U/s320/lindofilme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355782387367606498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                               Palavras que por ti são ditas&lt;br /&gt;       Traduzem o dom de pertencer&lt;br /&gt;            O destino na canção mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;       De tudo que eu quero viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Palavras que em ocasião bendita&lt;br /&gt;       Soam segredos de um adormecer&lt;br /&gt;               Declaram a delicadeza da vida&lt;br /&gt;       Cuidado que nos faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Ainda acredito nas tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;       Em nosso jeito de gostar&lt;br /&gt;           Nossos momentos de carinho&lt;br /&gt;     Onde a gente sabe,tão bem,Amar&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/3332116208133610233-4084164961990765692?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/4084164961990765692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=4084164961990765692&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4084164961990765692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/4084164961990765692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/viva-o-amor.html' title='Viva o amor...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlOPtIVW-OI/AAAAAAAACy4/fsTbLs5cJ1U/s72-c/lindofilme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-8076239771850202753</id><published>2009-07-05T18:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:56:38.339-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lya Luft'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlEvjDquIHI/AAAAAAAACt8/4jienyx5KJc/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlEvjDquIHI/AAAAAAAACt8/4jienyx5KJc/s320/t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355113711246647410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tento entender a vida, o mundo e o mistério e para isso escrevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não conseguirei jamais entender, mas tentar me dá uma enorme alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Além disso, sou uma mulher simples, em busca cada vez mais de mais simplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Amo a vida, os amigos, os filhos, a arte, minha casa, o amanhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sou uma amadora da vida. O que você nunca vai esquecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escutar o vento e a chuva nas árvores do imenso jardim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que cercava a casa de meu pai, na minha infância."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lya Luft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-8076239771850202753?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/8076239771850202753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=8076239771850202753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8076239771850202753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/8076239771850202753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/tento-entender-vida-o-mundo-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SlEvjDquIHI/AAAAAAAACt8/4jienyx5KJc/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2048194215167079348</id><published>2009-07-01T10:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:23:17.341-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Saudade é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SktjH-WQmQI/AAAAAAAACt0/ap5sdHKZAPw/s1600-h/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SktjH-WQmQI/AAAAAAAACt0/ap5sdHKZAPw/s320/blog6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353481570706561282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É quando o amor ainda não foi embora, mas o amado já...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É a dor dos que ficaram para trás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquela que nunca amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ter por quem sentir saudades, passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-2048194215167079348?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2048194215167079348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2048194215167079348&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2048194215167079348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2048194215167079348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudade-e.html' title='Saudade é...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SktjH-WQmQI/AAAAAAAACt0/ap5sdHKZAPw/s72-c/blog6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-1633489620988482906</id><published>2009-06-29T17:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:10:42.032-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Desigualdade Social- Andréa Pedreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Skk7DvjukgI/AAAAAAAACts/JTqKit9IO70/s1600-h/alimentosdesperdicados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Skk7DvjukgI/AAAAAAAACts/JTqKit9IO70/s320/alimentosdesperdicados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352874567598510594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boa Noite Queridos Amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje eu quero compartilhar com vocês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;algo muito triste, estive vendo uma reportagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pela tv Record, que dizia o seguinte:O lixo de uns é a comida de outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigos enquanto nós reclamamos da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vida que levamos, milhares de brasileiros, estão passando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fome, hoje fiquei impressionada, vendo homens, mulheres e crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catando lixo no CEASA, para sobreviver, o que é lixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pra uns, sendo alimento na mesa de outros, uma situação tão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comovente, que me deixou profundamente triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enquanto politicos, brigam por aumentos de auxílio moradia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;viagens, auxilio terno e outra futilidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;existem um outro grupo que luta pela sobrevivência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem ter o alimento para dar aos seus filhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;devido a desigualdade social que cresce  a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoje estive me perguntando qual será destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desse mundo tão desigual e cruel, quando isso tudo vai terminar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se é que um dia termina, gostaria que as autoridades, olhassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para o povo brasileiro com um pouco mais de humanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temos direito a saúde, educação, e vida digna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigos com esse relato quero terminar meu desabafo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com uma música do João Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pra Cima Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como será o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso país?&lt;br /&gt;Surge a pergunta no olhar&lt;br /&gt;E na alma do povo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais cresce a fome&lt;br /&gt;Nas ruas, nos morros&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez menos dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Pra sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde andará a justiça&lt;br /&gt;Outrora perdida?&lt;br /&gt;Some a resposta na voz&lt;br /&gt;E na vez de quem manda&lt;br /&gt;Homens com tanto poder&lt;br /&gt;E nenhum coração&lt;br /&gt;Gente que compra e que vende&lt;br /&gt;A moral da nação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasil olha pra cima&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma chance&lt;br /&gt;De ser novamente feliz&lt;br /&gt;Brasil há uma esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Volta teus olhos pra Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Justo Juiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como será o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso país?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-1633489620988482906?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/1633489620988482906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=1633489620988482906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1633489620988482906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/1633489620988482906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/desigualdade-social-andrea-pedreira.html' title='Desigualdade Social- Andréa Pedreira'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Skk7DvjukgI/AAAAAAAACts/JTqKit9IO70/s72-c/alimentosdesperdicados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3336936039034384802</id><published>2009-06-27T18:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:43:14.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkaRnvpxOWI/AAAAAAAACtc/ZqTCnNlOeUE/s1600-h/quadro_mulher_bela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkaRnvpxOWI/AAAAAAAACtc/ZqTCnNlOeUE/s320/quadro_mulher_bela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352125319168997730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem muita coisa em mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que tem saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus pés, por exemplo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gostavam de brincar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentro da banheira com os teus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus olhos, sempre atentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;observavam os teus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nos movimentos do amor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos, tão pequenas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tremiam e suavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na curva de minha cintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;São pelos pequenos momentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente quase morre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Que intensamente vive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Que longamente espera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Cáh Morandi -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-3336936039034384802?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3336936039034384802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3336936039034384802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3336936039034384802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3336936039034384802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE...'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkaRnvpxOWI/AAAAAAAACtc/ZqTCnNlOeUE/s72-c/quadro_mulher_bela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3038354734414663160</id><published>2009-06-24T16:41:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:02:39.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Arte de Ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkKF3Y8woLI/AAAAAAAACRs/MXlQUcdfK5Y/s1600-h/janela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkKF3Y8woLI/AAAAAAAACRs/MXlQUcdfK5Y/s320/janela.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350986493906165938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas, quando falo dessas pequenas felicidades&lt;br /&gt;certas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que estão diante de cada janela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uns dizem que essas coisas não existem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outros que só existem diante das minhas&lt;br /&gt;janelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; e outros, finalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que é preciso aprender a olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para poder vê-las assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-3038354734414663160?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3038354734414663160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3038354734414663160&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3038354734414663160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3038354734414663160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/arte-de-ser-feliz.html' title='A Arte de Ser Feliz'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkKF3Y8woLI/AAAAAAAACRs/MXlQUcdfK5Y/s72-c/janela.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7975804506529585167</id><published>2009-06-22T20:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:54:03.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DE MÃOS VAZIAS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkAnnMVYzVI/AAAAAAAACOo/zn4aIrRlUxc/s1600-h/Maos-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkAnnMVYzVI/AAAAAAAACOo/zn4aIrRlUxc/s320/Maos-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350319911595461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereces-me cada silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;como quem oferece uma prenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;propositada,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;escolhida e embrulhada&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;especialmente para mim...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;E eu,&lt;br /&gt;desembrulho-os, assim,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;um a um,&lt;br /&gt;calmamente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;da forma mais doce que sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sem rasgar o papel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sem estragar os laços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;que guardo cuidadosamente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;como recordação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o que nunca me deste,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;e de tudo o que, sem pedir nada, te dei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-7975804506529585167?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7975804506529585167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7975804506529585167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7975804506529585167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7975804506529585167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-maos-vazias.html' title='DE MÃOS VAZIAS.'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SkAnnMVYzVI/AAAAAAAACOo/zn4aIrRlUxc/s72-c/Maos-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6340253565629580169</id><published>2009-06-19T00:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:41:47.577-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Angelical- Andréa Pedreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjsJVYVTTVI/AAAAAAAACK8/JY-r5zYJtoA/s1600-h/A+IMAGEM+DA+MULHER+NA+PRAIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjsJVYVTTVI/AAAAAAAACK8/JY-r5zYJtoA/s320/A+IMAGEM+DA+MULHER+NA+PRAIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348879245346295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como todos voces sabem, esse é  o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meu mundo,uma parte de mim que compartilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com todos voces, talvez a melhor parte de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parte essa que nem os meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mais intimos conhecem, talvez ainda não tenham notado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que por trás, dessa mulher forte, determinada, lutadora, impulsiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que sabe o quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Existe uma outra; sensivel, com ares de menina sonhadora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e que também tem dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talvez esse meu lado "angelical"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu só consiga mostrar pra voces, que compartilham das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mesmas idéias que eu,  o gosto pela música, poesia, literatura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talvez seja por isso que nos últimos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tenho chorado quando ouço uma música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leio um texto, e até mesmo me emociono quando leio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o blog de um de voces, nesses últimos dias tem crescido o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de fazer minha faculdade de letras, não penso em outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não é que não goste da minha profissão, adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas desde que eu fiz o blog reacendeu a chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de voltar  a estudar e fazer letras,  realizar um sonho de criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ESCREVER UM LIVRO, sei que não será facil, gosto do desafio, sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que ainda tenho muito tempo e quando acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convidarei a todos para o lançamento (risos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com Amor Andréa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6340253565629580169?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6340253565629580169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6340253565629580169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6340253565629580169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6340253565629580169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/angelical-andrea-pedreira.html' title='Angelical- Andréa Pedreira'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjsJVYVTTVI/AAAAAAAACK8/JY-r5zYJtoA/s72-c/A+IMAGEM+DA+MULHER+NA+PRAIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2811819882020660829</id><published>2009-06-18T23:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:01:41.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sjr96r6eocI/AAAAAAAACK0/Gi6l6k7a_64/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sjr96r6eocI/AAAAAAAACK0/Gi6l6k7a_64/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866692118127042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Despi-me por dentro e pintei-me de branco para te receber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Não queria que nenhuma sombra ofuscasse a plenitude da tua luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Recolhi-te em mim e com todo o cuidado coloquei-te a um (re)canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;O meu melhor (re)canto. Com a minha melhor vista sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;No tempo, cresceste nas batidas até não mais ser possível comportar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;E foi quando me transbordaste dos poros em arrepios sucessivos de pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Hoje, mesmo quando não estás, as tuas batidas permanecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;E tu já não és meu. És um (enorme) pedaço de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-2811819882020660829?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2811819882020660829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2811819882020660829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2811819882020660829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2811819882020660829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/coracao.html' title='CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sjr96r6eocI/AAAAAAAACK0/Gi6l6k7a_64/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-5414440701393093236</id><published>2009-06-17T18:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:10:24.541-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>TPM - Andréa Pedreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sjlaz5eQjuI/AAAAAAAACKk/t5p0CFanVpo/s1600-h/tpm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sjlaz5eQjuI/AAAAAAAACKk/t5p0CFanVpo/s320/tpm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348405880126738146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="texto4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A TPM (tensão pré-menstrual) é um tormento que atinge quase todas as mulheres do mundo, ou seja, você não está sozinha! Somente uma pequena (mas muito pequena) parcela da população feminina não apresenta os sintomas da TPM ou porque não têm mesmo, ou porque são eles tão insignificantes que as mulheres nem percebem. Sorte delas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A TPM é uma desordem hormonal e nutricional que aparece antes da menstruação. E é tão antiga que até sua tataravó tinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os sintomas são os piores possíveis: inchaço, irritação momentânea, agressividade, depressão, choro fácil, aumento da vontade por doces, retenção líquida e por aí vai... São bem mais de 150 sintomas (físicos ou psicológicos) que podem ser leves, moderados ou graves. Por isso a importância de consultar um ginecologista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Então minha amiga você não está sozinha, TPM não é invenção da cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-5414440701393093236?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/5414440701393093236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=5414440701393093236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5414440701393093236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/5414440701393093236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/tpm-andrea-pedreira.html' title='TPM - Andréa Pedreira'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Sjlaz5eQjuI/AAAAAAAACKk/t5p0CFanVpo/s72-c/tpm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6563944139989010503</id><published>2009-06-16T10:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:46:13.932-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Preciso falar com Deus- Andréa Pedreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjeqjrnIyxI/AAAAAAAACKc/DPazyCsDIEI/s1600-h/bvbv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjeqjrnIyxI/AAAAAAAACKc/DPazyCsDIEI/s320/bvbv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930612504775442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro,terça -feira, 10:55 da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acabei de acordar, e ao abrir os olhos senti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que será mais um daqueles dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que tudo que queremos, é sumir!Estou completamente sem chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uma mistura de tristeza, solidão, raiva, desespero, saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade do que?, De quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não  sei responder, me  faço outra pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-O que  está me faltando? tenho tudo que quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tenho um marido maravilhoso, uma filha linda, tenho saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tenho um lar, amigos, familia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No mesmo instante a resposta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deus! Me falta Deus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preciso deixar que ele assuma o controle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da minha vida, tenho que parar de achar que posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resolver sozinha os meus problemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preciso colocar Deus no controle de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempre fui alegre, e positva, tenho que ver o mundo com os olhos de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"o meu  Mundo" Sei que tenho passados momentos que aos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parecem dificeis, e sem solução, Mas tenho certeza que tudo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;é chuva passageira, chuva de verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O choro pode durar uma noite inteira mas a alegria vem ao amanhecer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DEUS MUITO OBRIGADA POR ESTAR ALIVIANDO MEU CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NESTA MANHÃ, E JOGANDO NO MAR OS MEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANSEIOS, CONTINUE DANDO O ENTENDER DA TUA PRESENÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EM MINHA VIDA, E VISITA AGORA TODOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OS CORAÇÕES AFLITOS E SEM ESPERANÇA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMÉM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6563944139989010503?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6563944139989010503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6563944139989010503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6563944139989010503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6563944139989010503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/preciso-falar-com-deus-andrea-pedreira.html' title='Preciso falar com Deus- Andréa Pedreira'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjeqjrnIyxI/AAAAAAAACKc/DPazyCsDIEI/s72-c/bvbv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-2629525506158105113</id><published>2009-06-14T13:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:10:38.531-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTHA MEDEIROS'/><title type='text'>Martha Medeiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjUulrMtiSI/AAAAAAAACKM/Ot6vYdXplTE/s1600-h/blog20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjUulrMtiSI/AAAAAAAACKM/Ot6vYdXplTE/s320/blog20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347231357358410018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEDAÇOS DE MIM&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou feito de Sonhos interrompidos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;detalhes despercebidos amores mal resolvidos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou feito de Choros sem ter razão pessoas no coração,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atos por impulsão;&lt;br /&gt;sinto falta de lugares que não conheci, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experiências que não vivi, momentos que já esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sou Amor e carinho constante, distraída até o bastante,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não paro por instante;&lt;br /&gt;já tive noites mal dormidas, perdi pessoas muito queridas, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cumpri coisas não prometidas; muitas vezes eu desisti, sem mesmo tentar pensei em fugir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para não enfrentar, sorri para não chorar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sinto pelas Coisas que não mudei, amizades que não cultivei, aqueles que eu julguei,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coisas que eu falei.  Tenho saudade De pessoas que fui conhecendo, lembranças que fui esquecendo, amigos que acabei perdendo; Mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-2629525506158105113?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/2629525506158105113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=2629525506158105113&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2629525506158105113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/2629525506158105113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/martha-medeiros.html' title='Martha Medeiros'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjUulrMtiSI/AAAAAAAACKM/Ot6vYdXplTE/s72-c/blog20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-3655914398357746040</id><published>2009-06-12T00:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:12:05.594-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjHLey8FHPI/AAAAAAAACA4/lS4aJ6iocso/s1600-h/paravc3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjHLey8FHPI/AAAAAAAACA4/lS4aJ6iocso/s320/paravc3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346277962595769586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjHIQah_1SI/AAAAAAAACAw/LcqWgwdJjXM/s1600-h/149610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjHIQah_1SI/AAAAAAAACAw/LcqWgwdJjXM/s320/149610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274416990868770" border="0" /&gt;Homenagem  ao dia dos  namorados&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Que pode uma criatura senão,&lt;br /&gt;entre criaturas, amar?&lt;br /&gt;amar e esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;amar e malamar,&lt;br /&gt;amar, desamar, amar?&lt;br /&gt;sempre, e até de olhos vidrados, amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Que pode, pergunto, o ser amoroso,&lt;br /&gt;sozinho, em rotação universal, senão&lt;br /&gt;rodar também, e amar?&lt;br /&gt;amar o que o mar traz à praia,&lt;br /&gt;e o que ele sepulta, e o que, na brisa marinha,&lt;br /&gt;é sal, ou precisão de amor, ou simples ânsia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Amar solenemente as palmas do deserto,&lt;br /&gt;o que é entrega ou adoração expectante,&lt;br /&gt;e amar o inóspito, o áspero,&lt;br /&gt;um vaso sem flor, um chão de ferro,&lt;br /&gt;e o peito inerte, e a rua vista em sonho, e uma ave de rapina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Este o nosso destino: amor sem conta,&lt;br /&gt;distribuído pelas coisas pérfidas ou nulas,&lt;br /&gt;doação ilimitada a uma completa ingratidão,&lt;br /&gt;e na concha vazia do amor a procura medrosa,&lt;br /&gt;paciente, de mais e mais amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor, e na secura nossa&lt;br /&gt;amar a água implícita, e o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;como não me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;não me render, não me entregar,&lt;br /&gt;não me completar com&lt;br /&gt;tudo que é você;&lt;br /&gt;que me rouba o pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;que me deu meu melhor momento,&lt;br /&gt;que tem me ensinado o que&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei do verbo amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Para o meu amor, companheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;amigo, amante e ETERNO NAMORADO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                    RAFAEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;EU SEMPRE VOU AMAR VOCÊ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;OBRIGADA POR VOCÊ EXISTIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-3655914398357746040?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/3655914398357746040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=3655914398357746040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3655914398357746040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/3655914398357746040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SjHLey8FHPI/AAAAAAAACA4/lS4aJ6iocso/s72-c/paravc3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7610666433861328615</id><published>2009-06-10T11:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:33:56.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Si_KcrA5ElI/AAAAAAAACAg/uMti3hQqwwY/s1600-h/premioblogdorado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Si_KcrA5ElI/AAAAAAAACAg/uMti3hQqwwY/s320/premioblogdorado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345713876643680850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi este prêmio da minha mais nova amiga Jhacy Senhora da Lua&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhacy muito Obrigada  pela premiação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;O mote de criação do prêmio é o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"É um prêmio que homenageia os melhores blogs,&lt;br /&gt;e tem sua simbologia nas cores que utiliza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A cor azul representa paz, profundidade e imensidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A cor dourada a sabedoria, a riqueza e a claridade das idéias.&lt;br /&gt;O prêmio em si representa a união entre os blogueiros.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Aos que o aceitarem, agradeço antecipadamente e passo a enunciar as regras:&lt;br /&gt;"Colocar o prêmio em situação visível ou linká-lo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Anunciar através de um link, o blog que o premiou e premiar até outros 15 blogs,&lt;br /&gt;avisando ao blogueiro sobre a premiação.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Meus indicados são os seguintes blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Jhacy-Senhora da Lua♥&lt;br /&gt;♥Renatinha-Carpe Diem♥&lt;br /&gt;♥Fatima-Viver é afinar o instrumento♥&lt;br /&gt;♥Zé Carlos-A casa do Zé Carlos♥&lt;br /&gt;♥Livinha-Palavras e Poemas♥&lt;br /&gt;♥Nilza-Pele sem Flor♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-7610666433861328615?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7610666433861328615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7610666433861328615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7610666433861328615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7610666433861328615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/recebi-este-premio-da-minha-mais-nova.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Si_KcrA5ElI/AAAAAAAACAg/uMti3hQqwwY/s72-c/premioblogdorado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-6094627567858498113</id><published>2009-06-10T11:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:39:48.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Si_E3O67jdI/AAAAAAAAB_4/qrjCHoev_nU/s1600-h/voando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Si_E3O67jdI/AAAAAAAAB_4/qrjCHoev_nU/s320/voando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707735889186258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O đєstiησ đєciđє qµєм єηtrα ηα мiηhα viđα,&lt;br /&gt;мiηhα αtitµđє đєciđє qµєм ficα."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-6094627567858498113?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/6094627567858498113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=6094627567858498113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6094627567858498113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/6094627567858498113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-sti-ci-q-tr-ih-vi-ih-tit-ci-q-fic.html' title=''/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/Si_E3O67jdI/AAAAAAAAB_4/qrjCHoev_nU/s72-c/voando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-7842208486360209549</id><published>2009-06-06T10:12:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:24:44.926-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Andréa Pedreira CONSTRUÇÃO DE UM SONHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SiprsPTIhLI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/OKXpL-1skkI/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SiprsPTIhLI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/OKXpL-1skkI/s320/anjo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344202315593712818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivo em busca da construção de um sonho tenho amor,&lt;br /&gt;tenho fé e coragem o suficiente para alcança-los.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho  medo sim de altura, mas vivo caindo em meus abismos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; particulares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; o que me dá forças pra me reerguer e seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;gosto de ler e as vezes traços umas linhas no papel,&lt;br /&gt;porém o que sou ainda não sei muito bem,&lt;br /&gt;mas sei o que devo ser, e o que quero ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu chego lá. Toda manhã sinto que cresci um pouquinho,&lt;br /&gt;e sei que daqui a pouco nem eu mas vou me alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;Mais sou maior do que penso ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-7842208486360209549?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/7842208486360209549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=7842208486360209549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7842208486360209549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/7842208486360209549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/vivo-em-busca-da-construcao-de-um-sonho.html' title='Andréa Pedreira CONSTRUÇÃO DE UM SONHO'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SiprsPTIhLI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/OKXpL-1skkI/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332116208133610233.post-929033429830044986</id><published>2009-06-05T10:32:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:26:22.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andréa Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Andréa Cristina DESEJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SikkY77K_YI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/T316k-wDdbc/s1600-h/desejoii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SikkY77K_YI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/T316k-wDdbc/s320/desejoii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343842443673140610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque há em mim desejo antes da rotina imposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;durante a carnificina no sentido figurado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e depois do fato consumado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque há em mim desejo antes do dia seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;durante a encarnada paixão tinturada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e depois do ato sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque há em mim desejo antes do gole que queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;durante a fartura da carne fresca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e depois do caso encerrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque há em mim desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;durante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332116208133610233-929033429830044986?l=andreacpcrj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/feeds/929033429830044986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332116208133610233&amp;postID=929033429830044986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/929033429830044986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332116208133610233/posts/default/929033429830044986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreacpcrj.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-ha-em-mim-desejo-antes-da-rotina.html' title='Andréa Cristina DESEJO'/><author><name>MEU MUNDO E NADA MAIS...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121035683723166530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsycf-Q7UYo/TXbg9aIYY0I/AAAAAAAADb8/8lZDJi3Mpfs/s220/100_4096.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIxFHjrCNnY/SikkY77K_YI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/T316k-wDdbc/s72-c/desejoii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
