<?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-1541424990606548812</id><updated>2012-01-25T03:20:53.613-08:00</updated><category term='Tati bernardi'/><category term='Adeus'/><category term='Não lembro de quem'/><category term='Porque ele me entende'/><category term='Sorteio'/><title type='text'>Querendo saber...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-4574849071163505372</id><published>2011-09-25T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:29:58.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sumida? Eu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quê isso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ando 1/2 sem tempo.&lt;strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;Lê-se: com preguiça&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas fuçando aqui e acolá,me deparei com essa música tão linda,e significativa (ao menos pra mim) que resolvi postar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma boa semana,cheia de&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Felicidades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;para todos nós!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #e36c0a; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #e36c0a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Haverá um dia emque você não haverá de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #e36c0a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sem tirar o ar, sem se mexer, sem desejarcomo antes sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai rir, sem perceber, felicidade é só questão de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chover, deixar molhar pra receber o sol quando voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrará os dias que você deixou passar sem ver a luz.&lt;br /&gt;Se chorar, chorar é vão porque os dias vão pra nunca mais...♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; 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margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dicas de sedução Dicas de sedução" height="400" src="http://www.repolhoverde.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Dicas-de-sedu%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nada é mais sexy e provocante,do que umolhar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;E ele a olhava constantemente como quema despe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ela algumas vezes chegou a corar aface.Mas na maioria,na grande maioria,se sentia bem.Uma mulher desejada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Moravam no mesmo prédio,apenas dois andaresos separavam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;O Clima de sedução estava no ar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ele olhava.Ela retribuía...e era assimsempre que passava.Isso já estava a deixando louca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Imaginava com ele coisas que nunca ousarafazer antes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Uma noite,calor infernal e ela nãopermitiu mais que uma calcinha a cobrir seu sexo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Zapeava a TV e o telefona toca.Quemseria aquela hora?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Alô?Oi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mas ninguém responde,nenhum som ao fundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ela vai a geladeira e volta com um potede sorvete.Nem era o seu favorito,seu ex o havia deixado por lá.Mas naquelecalor,qualquer coisa que refrescasse já servia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;O telefone insiste novamente em tocar, equem quer que tenha ligado insiste em ficar mudo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nada mais pra fazer,ela leva nabrincadeira: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Ei,játe contaram que mudo não fala?Nem em telefone tá?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ela ri e como resposta ouve uma risada ea voz de homem&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;que&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;finalmente acaba com a brincadeira : &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Sou eu,seu vizinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Um sorriso no canto de sua boca e umapergunta que já sabe a resposta: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Vizinho,qual?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Quersaber mesmo?Posso ir aí e você verá com seus próprios olhos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;A Luxúria toma conta do seu corpo e ela agora não consegue mais raciocinar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Muito desejo e um pouco de receio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;-Commeus próprios olhos? Hum...não sei se seria o melhor a se fazer...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;apropósito,como conseguiu meu número?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;_Fácil,eeu consigo tudo o que quero sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;E vontade de saber o que tinha por trásdaqueles olhos só aumentava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;_Vementão,aproveita que eu não estou conseguindo pensar direito e vem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ele tinha mãos fortes e sabia comousá-las.A jogou na parede assim que a porta foi aberta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Arrancou a única e minúscula peça deroupa que o impedia do inevitável e a possuiu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Forte e intenso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Seu membro pulsava e ela urrava dedesejo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;E que boca era aquela? Ela gozouuma,duas,três vezes...nunca tinha sido tão gostoso assim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pela manhã,depois de uma a noiteinsone ele foi embora.Mas prometeu voltar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ser Despida com os olhos era bom,mas ser despida com a boca...era muito melhor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 1.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&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/1541424990606548812-8518174771208585857?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/8518174771208585857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=8518174771208585857&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8518174771208585857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8518174771208585857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/08/aquele-olhar.html' title='Aquele olhar'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6277911220840573015</id><published>2011-07-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:11:39.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-VB5PkLxbM/TjOPtFo03lI/AAAAAAAABRc/TVi7DZ_1tHU/s1600/duvida2_jpg1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-VB5PkLxbM/TjOPtFo03lI/AAAAAAAABRc/TVi7DZ_1tHU/s400/duvida2_jpg1.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O &amp;nbsp;que é &amp;nbsp;preciso para ser feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Se você realmente espera que alguém tenha essa resposta pra que a consiga,uma coisa é certa.Você já começou errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dinheiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Aí me vem alguém e diz aquela velha frase:&lt;i&gt; "Dinheiro não traz felicidade"&lt;/i&gt; não? &lt;i&gt;"Mas ajuda comprar"&lt;/i&gt; outros completariam. Eu diria que as duas me soam verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Amor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Alguém além de mim com certeza ama e é correspondido.Mas mesmo com toda a sorte que temos,a felicidade plena não nos segue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Saúde?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Graças a Deus, é um dos bem mais valiosos que tenho.Um dos não,&lt;b&gt;o mais&lt;/b&gt;.Sem saúde de que adianta o dinheiro,o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas &amp;nbsp;mesmo com tudo isso, a felicidade não me arrebatou ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sabe o que eu suponho?Sim,porque certeza nunca tenho de nada.É que na verdade essa "&lt;i&gt;tal felicidade&lt;/i&gt;" é um estado.Hoje por exemplo, fui feliz rindo dos meus filhos teimosos,conversando coisas triviais com quem eu chamo de amor, lá no meu cursinho,quando vi que nem sou tão burra,quando ri de uma bobeira ou outra ouvida.Sou feliz sempre que estou&amp;nbsp;com quem amo, como a minha mãe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mesmo a gente quebrando o pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;como a doida da minha vizinha,minha amiga.Sou feliz por saber que poucos,porém os melhores amigos do mundo me amam com toda minha chatice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E claro já fui triste,e chorei rios.Mas passou, assim como essa felicidade boba que hoje tenho também passará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E assim é &amp;nbsp;a vida,onde somos sempre meninos aprendendo numa enorme escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quem sabe um dia eu não tenha essa resposta?!Prometo,volto aquipra te contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1541424990606548812-6277911220840573015?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6277911220840573015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6277911220840573015&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6277911220840573015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6277911220840573015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-para-ser-feliz-se-voce-realmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-VB5PkLxbM/TjOPtFo03lI/AAAAAAAABRc/TVi7DZ_1tHU/s72-c/duvida2_jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-4765795117312239392</id><published>2011-07-23T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:14:57.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá atrás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lprQDhZI6bw/Tiugnfs8u5I/AAAAAAAABRY/akyK_Knbat4/s1600/passado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lprQDhZI6bw/Tiugnfs8u5I/AAAAAAAABRY/akyK_Knbat4/s400/passado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Deu uma olhada pra trás e a nostalgia a acompanhou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não,não era de saudades que ela falava.É que em três anos as coisas mudaram muito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se perguntava agora se era bom ou ruim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Olhava pro presente e tinha certeza que era bom.Mas não tudo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Porque não podemos ter tudo? Se perguntava mais uma vez naquele dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se afastou dos amigos,mesmo que inconscientemente.E se acostumou com isso...Agora sentia falta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O tempo sempre lhe sobrou e porque agora corria como areia &amp;nbsp;por entre os dedos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O passado veio a tona em forma de letras,palavras de carinho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como em tão pouco tempo ela mudou tanto?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aprendeu um tanto outro tanto.Mas também,com tanto tombo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E veja como agora é..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como ela é?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Isso ainda não sabia a resposta, mas sabia de uma coisa.Continuava sendo aquela mesma menina com um coração mole e do sorriso frouxo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ainda bem que sempre é tempo,há tempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/4L9-AvjsB6g/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4L9-AvjsB6g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4L9-AvjsB6g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não poderia deixar de ter minha homenagem,mesmo que póstuma a ela com minha música preferida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;#Quevozéessa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1541424990606548812-4765795117312239392?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/4765795117312239392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=4765795117312239392&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4765795117312239392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4765795117312239392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-atras.html' title='Lá atrás...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lprQDhZI6bw/Tiugnfs8u5I/AAAAAAAABRY/akyK_Knbat4/s72-c/passado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6762056875729128955</id><published>2011-07-11T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:52:38.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-PO_AydWQs/ThtwQZ-jVfI/AAAAAAAABRU/qwT0qYZMdIA/s1600/desejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-PO_AydWQs/ThtwQZ-jVfI/AAAAAAAABRU/qwT0qYZMdIA/s320/desejo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo que faltava era um beijo.Um beijo molhado...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentia falta da respiração sôfrega,da mão na nuca,no cabelo,na bunda,e onde mais ela quisesse ir...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do hálito quente,do desejo que ele trazia...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um abraço apertado,onde o seio toca o peito e o pêlo se arrepia...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sussurros no ouvido,coisas ditas.Coisas a serem feitas...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O lugar não importava,o desejo sempre mostra onde pode ser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ela queria,e como queria...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-6762056875729128955?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6762056875729128955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6762056875729128955&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6762056875729128955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6762056875729128955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/07/ela-queria.html' title='Ela queria...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-PO_AydWQs/ThtwQZ-jVfI/AAAAAAAABRU/qwT0qYZMdIA/s72-c/desejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-980171952855477567</id><published>2011-06-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:15:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sua falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJjETDHKg3s/TgQOHUyw14I/AAAAAAAABRQ/lWf65xWSm8s/s1600/rio2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJjETDHKg3s/TgQOHUyw14I/AAAAAAAABRQ/lWf65xWSm8s/s320/rio2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho hoje uma voz mansa,uma calma que não é minha,um desânimo que me invade e que as vezes chamo também de preguiça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acho que é saudade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A falta de você aqui,me deixa mais melancólica do que sou.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;tem como?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É,você me conhece...sabe quando não estou bem só pelo meu "oi".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É,você é o meu príncipe.E a cada dia me encanta mais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vontade de te ter pra sempre aqui,juntinho de mim,as vezes me sufoca.Ela me maltrata.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tantos planos,tantos sonhos juntos...e agora só uma enorme vontade de chorar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amanhã quando acordar e ler isso,vou me sentir com quinze anos.Boba,insegura,medrosa...mas o que fazer quando saudade é tão grande?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;e pra falar a verdade,eu não amadureci muito desde então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acordar pra tornar o sonho real.É o que temos feito,é o que nos levará ao &lt;i&gt;"e viveram felizes para sempre".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-980171952855477567?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/980171952855477567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=980171952855477567&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/980171952855477567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/980171952855477567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/06/sua-falta.html' title='A sua falta'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJjETDHKg3s/TgQOHUyw14I/AAAAAAAABRQ/lWf65xWSm8s/s72-c/rio2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2321323665824223073</id><published>2011-06-13T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:11:47.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots Dye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-gPJl-BzOo/TfY_eZDGInI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZmvtAckgK84/s1600/cama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-gPJl-BzOo/TfY_eZDGInI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZmvtAckgK84/s400/cama.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Teia de aranha?Poeira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É galero,o blog tava cheio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E vamos ser sinceros,preguiça é o nome disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Aliás,preguiça nada.Muita coisa pra fazer.Ou você acha que ter dois filhos pequenos,uma casa pra cuidar,meus trabalhos pra fazer e um namorado que mora longe &amp;nbsp;é pouca coisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;E falando em namorado...passei o dia 12, ontem, chupando dedo. (ainda bem que só isso né amor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Piadinha infame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mais e daí?Você deve estar agora se perguntando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Daí que nada.Eu não ligo pra essa data comercial que inventaram.Até porque,eu não passo o dia do índio com um.Não é mesmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Você passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O principal eu tenho.Um carinha que me ama,me respeita,e quer ficar comigo pra sempre. (acredita?Ele que me disse isso.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Você que não conhece a nossa história vou dar uma resumida aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;você que já conhece,guenta que é a última vez que eu conto (aham)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Nos conhecemos no final de Outubro do ano passado.Eu inventando,(querendo algumas dicas sobre Tie Dye) ele com um vídeo no you tube (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2QgHO1_uyY&amp;amp;feature=related" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2QgHO1_uyY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;) e o cupido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;româaaaaaaaantica&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;nos flechou. Daí estamos juntos a 8 meses e com vários projetos juntos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;incluíndo casório \0/&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Um deles é um blog mostrando nossos trabalhos em Tie Dye.Então você que gosta dessa arte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;ou de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt; acessa lá(clica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rootsdye.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;aqui ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;).O nome do blog é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rootsdye.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Roots Dye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e fazemos sua camisa,vestido,baby look.. ao seu gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ah,viva ao dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;do Santo Antônio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dos solteiros! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;se não me engano hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-2321323665824223073?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rootsdye.blogspot.com/' title='Roots Dye'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2321323665824223073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2321323665824223073&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2321323665824223073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2321323665824223073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/06/roots-dye.html' title='Roots Dye'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-gPJl-BzOo/TfY_eZDGInI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZmvtAckgK84/s72-c/cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-72086083726004897</id><published>2011-04-06T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:18:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g--j5thLPiY/TZ06juHc0tI/AAAAAAAABMk/YfBUgWHyghw/s1600/amorv.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g--j5thLPiY/TZ06juHc0tI/AAAAAAAABMk/YfBUgWHyghw/s400/amorv.jpeg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Gosto de te ver a rir e a brincar, gosto do teu cheiro e do teu olhar, gosto de te ter sempre perto e de sentir que tudo está certo, de saber que afinal vale a pena acreditar que um dia a paz acaba sempre por chegar, que não há esperas vãs nem dias perdidos, que todas as noites são de lua cheia e todas as manhãs estão cheias de ti, meu amor, quero-te, quero-te, quero-te.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso abre as mãos e o peito, deixa-me ficar para sempre lá dentro, guarda-me em ti e espera sem esperar a cada dia que passar, que este meu amor imenso, doce, intemporal resista ao tempo, resista ao medo, resista ao mundo, resista a tudo e não precise de mais nada a não ser de ti, tu que és principio e fim, que estás no meio de tudo, que atravessas a vida de mão dada comigo, tu de quem eu gosto, gosto, gosto.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/1541424990606548812-72086083726004897?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/72086083726004897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=72086083726004897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/72086083726004897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/72086083726004897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/04/gosto.html' title='Gosto'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g--j5thLPiY/TZ06juHc0tI/AAAAAAAABMk/YfBUgWHyghw/s72-c/amorv.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-919596636266150621</id><published>2011-03-16T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:51:57.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu príncipe veio num avião branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6ipJWX430KE/TYGgtI-ssvI/AAAAAAAABK0/o0XcI9tmXK4/s1600/OgAAAPBhHKmFrZ8uHnyQWGqbgSCr5smYBjTklH1tbWywWYIjBHyxJCvlMLhkjK_FT5ehcMGLK2sES0UlL1JhnmDW_6UAm1T1UJ9SRwa2fsTzjuiQdKUSRcj5y0Lu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6ipJWX430KE/TYGgtI-ssvI/AAAAAAAABK0/o0XcI9tmXK4/s400/OgAAAPBhHKmFrZ8uHnyQWGqbgSCr5smYBjTklH1tbWywWYIjBHyxJCvlMLhkjK_FT5ehcMGLK2sES0UlL1JhnmDW_6UAm1T1UJ9SRwa2fsTzjuiQdKUSRcj5y0Lu.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi tudo mais que perfeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;1 semana...não.7 dias, que assim a gente pensa que é mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E eu conheci o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu tive medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dele não gostar de mim,de eu não gostar dele,da gente ficar 7 dias entediados com a presença do outro.Mas no fundo sempre soube que isso não iria acontecer.Tinha certeza que seria como foi,PERFEITO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ele também teve medo,mas foi do avião. (sim,meu amor é medrozinho e eu acho isso um charme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Passei o dia a espera do sol se por e a noite alta chegar &amp;nbsp;trazendo ele pros &amp;nbsp;meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E só quando o desembarque foi confirmado é que meu coração resolveu "dar o ar da graça".Coração acelerado de ansiedade e ele tinha justo que ser o último a sair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dei meu maior sorriso.Ele retribuiu e me abraçou,de um jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;desajeitado,envergonhado...ganhei um beijo no rosto e em seguida um na boca que nos fez e faz rir sempre que lembramos (achamos ruim.A vergonha e o nervosismo não ajudaram no momento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No caminho de casa foi como se não fosse real.Sabe quando você acha que esta num sonho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre tive inúmeros motivos pra ser feliz.Sou uma pessoa muito privilegiada graças a Deus, cercada de pessoas que me amam (e eu amo também) mas sempre faltou algo...que agora foi preenchido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É engraçado que em momentos de nossas vidas quando alguma coisa não da certo,nos lamentamos a Deus perguntando o porque sem entender que as dores também nos fazem &amp;nbsp;crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Somos como crianças birrentas que desejam e imploram por algo que não é pra ser nosso ainda.Mais aí é que entra Ele,o Pai carinhoso que nos ama tanto e faz todas as coisas no momento certo.(Se Ele fizesse todos os meus gostos não estaria tão feliz como agora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Creio que o meu momento chegou,já estou pronta pra receber o presente tão esperado por toda vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tom,você me fez mais feliz em 7 dias juntos do que pude ser com qualquer outra pessoa a vida toda.Desde quando começamos a nos falar soube que era plano de Deus.Agora é driblar a saudade e correr atrás dos nosso objetivos pra ficarmos juntos pra todo o sempre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amém"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-919596636266150621?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/919596636266150621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=919596636266150621&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/919596636266150621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/919596636266150621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/03/meu-principe-veio-num-aviao-branco.html' title='Meu príncipe veio num avião branco'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6ipJWX430KE/TYGgtI-ssvI/AAAAAAAABK0/o0XcI9tmXK4/s72-c/OgAAAPBhHKmFrZ8uHnyQWGqbgSCr5smYBjTklH1tbWywWYIjBHyxJCvlMLhkjK_FT5ehcMGLK2sES0UlL1JhnmDW_6UAm1T1UJ9SRwa2fsTzjuiQdKUSRcj5y0Lu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1744066758357506647</id><published>2011-02-13T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:36:04.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade alheia incomoda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUw4TEEGmBA/TVieOCoTkdI/AAAAAAAABJc/i78bUOFkpJU/s1600/inveja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUw4TEEGmBA/TVieOCoTkdI/AAAAAAAABJc/i78bUOFkpJU/s400/inveja.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mês passado o Ricardo Chicuta do blog &lt;a href="http://asaventurasdechicuta.blogspot.com/2011/01/felicidade-alheia-incomoda.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As aventuras de Chicuta e Rebelo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;escreveu algo que me fez pensar (sério?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Claro que do jeito mais maluco e sarcástico(que eu adoro) possível, ele disse tudo que muita gente precisa ler.&amp;nbsp;"&lt;b&gt;A felicidade alheia incomoda&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E sabe de uma?É verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E não deveria ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pôxa,se um amigo meu ta apaixonado,sendo correspondido,feliz...o que eu farei?Vou torcer por ele,vou desejar do fundo do meu coração que ele seja feliz.(não toda felicidade do mundo claro,porque tem que sobrar pra mim...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Quem me acha piegas levanta a mão! oO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sério,o que a gente passa a vida toda procurando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;Ganhar na megasena?também!&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não é a tal da felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Então vai tomar &lt;s&gt;no cú&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;vergonha na cara e procurar a sua, ao invés de ficar urubuzando a vida dos outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eu já sofri por amor?&lt;b&gt;Já! &lt;/b&gt;Levei um pé na bunda que deu pra ver o número que o infeliz calçava por um bom tempo.E o que eu fiz? Chorei,me lamentei um monte aqui, &lt;s&gt;obrigada a todos vocês que mesmo com tanta lamúria ainda me seguem&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;e depois?Ah resolvi enxugar as lágrimas e cuidar da minha vida.E veja só no que deu...Estou feliz,amando e sendo amada,mas sei que isso infelizmente pode fazer alguém sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alguém que hoje passa pelas mesmas dores que eu passei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Compaixão é que se sente nessas horas e tentar se colocar no lugar da pessoa é o que da pra fazer...Mas a vida segue e ninguém tem culpa do destino que lhe foi reservado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Então,não se incomode com a felicidade alheia,não se acomode com o que você vive agora.Vá procurar o caminho da sua felicidade e tenha certeza: Deus nunca vai tirar algo de você,se não for pra te dar algo muito melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-1744066758357506647?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1744066758357506647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1744066758357506647&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1744066758357506647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1744066758357506647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/02/felicidade-alheia-encomoda.html' title='A felicidade alheia incomoda'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUw4TEEGmBA/TVieOCoTkdI/AAAAAAAABJc/i78bUOFkpJU/s72-c/inveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1383073467214647902</id><published>2011-02-11T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:55:03.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resultado do sorteio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A felizarda é...tchan,tchan,tchan... É a Lu (minha xará) do blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://escrevosimevouvivendo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Escrevo sim,e vou vivendo...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;\0/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora Lu é só mandar o endereço direitinho pra eu te enviar a blusa e você poder usar com a calça jeans da C&amp;amp;A e viver feliz da vida kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYpvnC0jI/AAAAAAAABJA/YyObyNntFa0/s400/blog.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-1383073467214647902?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1383073467214647902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1383073467214647902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1383073467214647902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1383073467214647902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/02/resultado-do-sorteio.html' title='Resultado do sorteio'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYpvnC0jI/AAAAAAAABJA/YyObyNntFa0/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1203580330704672204</id><published>2011-02-10T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:33:22.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorteio'/><title type='text'>O sorteio é hoje,mais ainda da tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYtZ2vglI/AAAAAAAABJE/Sq-XSXGLXzU/s320/blog1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYpvnC0jI/AAAAAAAABJA/YyObyNntFa0/s320/blog.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bem como foi prometido o sorteio dessas camisas lindas (cof!cof!) de Tie Dye que eu fiz é hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda da tempo de participar.Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Basta um comentário dizendo porque você acredita que deve ganhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Enviarei sem custo nenhum &amp;nbsp;a camisa pro endereço do sorteado(a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Obs* Se for mulher ganhará a feminina e homem a masculina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo certinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Participa aí e boa sorte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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/1541424990606548812-1203580330704672204?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1203580330704672204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1203580330704672204&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1203580330704672204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1203580330704672204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-sorteio-e-hojemais-ainda-da-tempo.html' title='O sorteio é hoje,mais ainda da tempo!'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYtZ2vglI/AAAAAAAABJE/Sq-XSXGLXzU/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3825906401726952440</id><published>2011-01-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:35:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #c0517a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c0517a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TUWS5EnGVLI/AAAAAAAABJM/XW5JKhdCj-c/s1600/eu+e+ele+de+novo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TUWS5EnGVLI/AAAAAAAABJM/XW5JKhdCj-c/s400/eu+e+ele+de+novo.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c0517a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #c0517a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Você já imaginou como seria se aquela pessoa que você ama estivesse ai com você agora? Imagine poder olhar nos olhos dele e dizer tudo que sempre quis, sentir as mais diferentes sensações somente por ele olhar para você. Imagine saber que ele está por você e só pra você e que você sinta em cada parte do seu corpo esse amor vibrar. Imagine ouvir a voz desse alguém sussurrando no seu ouvido o quanto te ama. Já imaginou poder abraçar ele agora? Eu já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #c0517a;"&gt;Mas quando você finalmente consegue imaginar tudo a sensação da realidade toma conta de você,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;e então você percebe que aquela pessoa que você tanto quer estar ao lado, está a milhas de distância, está atrás de uma tela de computador, mas que isso também não impediu você de amá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #c0517a;"&gt;E mesmo que isso lhe traga lágrimas, você sorri,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;pelo simples fato de saber que você possui o amor mais verdadeiro de todos, você não precisou ver para enxergar e muito menos tocar pra sentir, você fez tudo isso antes que o mundo se desse conta que pudesse, antes que alguém falasse que não pode, mas você pode, você ama e se você acreditar ele pode te sentir, onde quer que esteja. As pessoas vão dizer que esse amor não existe, que ele é passageiro ou algo que não vale a pena. As pessoas vão te por pra baixo, mas cabe somente a você acreditar nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #c0517a;"&gt;Porque sinceramente você não consegue imaginar como seria sua vida se ele não estivesse ali, se não tivesse o conhecido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amor assim, é livre de interesses, porque você se apaixona pela jeito que a pessoa te faz bem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #c0517a;"&gt;Depois que você o conhece você passa a sonhar com ele e acorda desejando a presença ali, no espaço vazio ao seu lado, na sua cama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Você o procura onde você sabe que não está,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dá gargalhadas conversando com ele, ainda que sem ver ou tocar. Você sente, e se você acredita nada mais importa, o que importa está dentro de você e isso só você pode ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #c0517a;"&gt;Então ame mesmo que doa de vez em quando, chore ainda que seu coração se aperte e ouça as pessoas ainda que não as escute, seja o que você quiser ser e admita: ele é o que você sempre quis; vai abrir mão tão fácil de sua felicidade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandes conquistas são feitas com grandes desafios. Então permita-se. Viva o seu amor e deixe o resto nas mãos de Deus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Afinal não importa quão distante essa pessoa esteja de você, ela estará sempre aí, no seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #6f676f; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coracaosente.tumblr.com/post/2165731046/aperte-play-e-leia-voce-ja-imaginou-como-seria"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas como se tivesse saído daqui: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;♥&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/1541424990606548812-3825906401726952440?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/3825906401726952440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=3825906401726952440&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3825906401726952440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3825906401726952440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TUWS5EnGVLI/AAAAAAAABJM/XW5JKhdCj-c/s72-c/eu+e+ele+de+novo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2588758503453886432</id><published>2011-01-22T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T06:25:31.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img alt="Eu quero um garoto, que tire o cabelo dos meus olhos e depois me beije, que diga à sua  família e amigos tudo sobre mim, que seja mais pateta do que romântico e  que aposte beijos comigo, que tire sarro de mim só para me fazer rir e  que passe os dedos pelo meu cabelo, que compartilhe seus pirulitos  comigo e conviva com todos os meus amigos, que não tenha medo de dizer  ‘eu te amo’ na frente dos outros e que discuta comigo sobre coisas tolas  só para fazermos as pazes, que vai me beijar à meia-noite de ano novo e  que fique em casa comigo numa noite de sexta-feira apenas para assistir  filmes juntos sob o mesmo cobertor, que me faça rir como ninguém pode.  Eu quero um rapaz que vai me abraçar mais do que o normal, mas  principalmente eu quero um menino que seja o meu melhor amigo e estará sempre lá por mim." src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lej02dVLYx1qbiwm2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu quero um homem, que tire o cabelo dos meus olhos e depois me beije, que diga à sua família e amigos tudo sobre mim, que seja mais pateta do que romântico e que aposte beijos comigo, que tire sarro de mim só para me fazer rir &amp;nbsp;e conviva com todos os meus amigos, que não tenha medo de dizer o que sente na frente dos outros e que discuta comigo sobre coisas tolas só para fazermos as pazes, que vai me beijar à meia-noite de ano novo e que fique em casa comigo numa noite de sexta-feira apenas para assistir filmes juntos sob o mesmo cobertor, que me faça rir como ninguém pode. Eu quero um rapaz que vai me abraçar mais do que o normal, mas principalmente eu quero um menino que seja o meu&amp;nbsp;melhor amigo&amp;nbsp;e estará sempre lá por mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acho que eu achei...&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/1541424990606548812-2588758503453886432?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2588758503453886432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2588758503453886432&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2588758503453886432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2588758503453886432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-quero-um-homem-que-tire-o-cabelo-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-5862970687895081687</id><published>2011-01-19T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:04:05.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorteio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYtZ2vglI/AAAAAAAABJE/Sq-XSXGLXzU/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYtZ2vglI/AAAAAAAABJE/Sq-XSXGLXzU/s320/blog1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYpvnC0jI/AAAAAAAABJA/YyObyNntFa0/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYpvnC0jI/AAAAAAAABJA/YyObyNntFa0/s320/blog.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Galerinha de bom gosto &lt;s&gt;cof,cof&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;que acompanha esse humilde blog,resolvi fazer uma gracinha pra vocês e com isso também mostrar o meu trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A alguns posts atras,coloquei imagens de camisas em Tie Dye que eu havia feito e como alguns de vocês gostaram resolvi &amp;nbsp;SORTEAR &amp;nbsp;aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ficou animado?Quer saber como faz pra participar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roubei a idéia na cara dura do &amp;nbsp;Euricão (olha a intimidade rs) do blog &lt;a href="http://delitosperdidos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Delitos Perdidos&lt;/a&gt;,mas diferente dele eu não quero &lt;s&gt;por favor&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;nenhuma foto nua. Basta um comentário dizendo porque você acredita que deve ganhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Assim que o sorteio acontecer,que será no dia 10/02/11 enviarei sem custo nenhum &amp;nbsp;a camisa pro endereço do sorteado(a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obs* Se for mulher ganhará a feminina e homem a masculina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo certinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Participa aí e boa sorte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1541424990606548812-5862970687895081687?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/5862970687895081687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=5862970687895081687&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5862970687895081687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5862970687895081687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorteio.html' title='Sorteio!'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TTcYtZ2vglI/AAAAAAAABJE/Sq-XSXGLXzU/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-4141924350275059470</id><published>2011-01-11T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:07:25.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regue a semente</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="If I could turn back time, you’d still be mine." src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9qdie09uY1qd6u6go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Romeu e Julieta." src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9sfkjAWlp1qd6u6go1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-4141924350275059470?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/4141924350275059470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=4141924350275059470&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4141924350275059470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4141924350275059470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/01/regue-semente.html' title='Regue a semente'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-5603104362965234310</id><published>2011-01-04T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T05:11:22.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem logo me amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sabe o que eu quero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TSQJnK7qbLI/AAAAAAAABIk/3-p-ivi90QE/s1600/diario-da-nossa-paixao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TSQJnK7qbLI/AAAAAAAABIk/3-p-ivi90QE/s1600/diario-da-nossa-paixao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sentir teu gosto,teu cheiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouvir teus sussurros,gemidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quero a sua boca na minha boca e onde mais você quiser ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suas mãos a me tocarem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sua barba a arranhar minha nuca,meu corpo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouvir você dizendo o quanto eu te faço bem,o quanto é gostoso tudo que fazemos juntos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quero te abraçar forte,como quem diz: "Não vá embora";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te fazer dormir,velar teu sono;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te acordar com um sorriso e mais vontade de te amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;♪Agora vem pra perto, vem&lt;br /&gt;Vem depressa vem sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim que eu quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo pesando sobre o meu&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu amor vem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça devagar&lt;br /&gt;Me beija e me faz esquecer&amp;nbsp;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1541424990606548812-5603104362965234310?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/5603104362965234310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=5603104362965234310&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5603104362965234310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5603104362965234310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2011/01/vem-logo-me-amar.html' title='Vem logo me amar'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TSQJnK7qbLI/AAAAAAAABIk/3-p-ivi90QE/s72-c/diario-da-nossa-paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3095440553353675335</id><published>2010-12-30T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:49:35.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adeus'/><title type='text'>O sonho era lindo,eu e você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TR1Yo96NmyI/AAAAAAAABIY/mE-NflY4QgU/s1600/sonhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TR1Yo96NmyI/AAAAAAAABIY/mE-NflY4QgU/s400/sonhos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;♪Sonho que se sonha só,é só um sonho que se sonha só...mais sonho que se sonha junto é realidade!♫&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Angústia,impotência,medo,arrependimento,esperança... Se resume em como me sinto sempre em fim de ano e aniversário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Faço um balanço de como vivi mais 365 dias, da minha tão preciosa vida.E é nessa hora que as coisas ficam ruins pro meu lado.Porque assim como você,&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt; nem adianta negar que eu sei &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;eu não fiz 1/3 do que me prometi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ano passado ganhei um livro dos sonhos da minha amiga &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=9170240554033569284"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt;.É como um caderno, onde eu deveria anotar todos os meus sonhos,desde materiais,(inclusive com fotos ou desenhos se quisesse)espirituais,sentimentais...enfim,sonhos... .E hoje fazendo um limpa na papelada aqui,encontrei ele.Limpo,intacto,sem que eu tivesse escrito uma linha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Profético?Talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não que eu não tenha sonhado,não que eu não quisera coisas boas pra minha vida nesse ano.Mas não sei...Pensei que talvez fosse melhor começar a sonhar na segunda,já que é o dia em que começa a semana.Mas na segunda eu estive muito ocupada e não tive tempo.Pensei que na quarta seria um dia ideal,mais na quarta também não pude,aconteceu um imprevisto...e foi assim que quase todo o ano de 2010 passou na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu disse quase porque nunca é tarde né?e de + ou- &amp;nbsp;3 meses pra cá eu venho sonhado.E sonho alto,longe,e sonho muito.Um dos meus sonhos tem nome,&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;endereço,telefone,orkut e um sotaque xiadinho&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;e ele precisa de amor.Outro dos meus sonhos tem um preço, e ele me pede dedicação.E&amp;nbsp;tantos outros sonhos me pedem pra que eu continue a ser menina sapeca sempre com uma bobeira e um sorriso nos lábios.Alguns outros me pedem pra que eu cresça e seja sensata e sonhe como mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me despeço de 2010 sem pesar,com nenhuma ferida aberta,podendo inclusive tirar uma onda e dizer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Se for por falta de adeus meu "irmãozinho"...vaza!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2+0+1+1= 4, é par,e no "ímpar ou par?" eu sempre peço "par"...acuma?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-3095440553353675335?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/3095440553353675335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=3095440553353675335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3095440553353675335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3095440553353675335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-sonho-era-lindoeu-e-voce.html' title='O sonho era lindo,eu e você...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TR1Yo96NmyI/AAAAAAAABIY/mE-NflY4QgU/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1133259714286555124</id><published>2010-12-13T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:19:14.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porque ele me entende'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TQaFkvF7pTI/AAAAAAAABH8/4HRf9nqo4rY/s1600/ESCONDER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TQaFkvF7pTI/AAAAAAAABH8/4HRf9nqo4rY/s1600/ESCONDER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"...é preciso disfarçar, jogar, esconder, mentir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Olha, eu estou te escrevendo só pra dizer que se você tivesse telefonado hoje eu ia dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa. Talvez mesmo conseguisse dizer tudo aquilo que escondo desde o começo, um pouco por timidez, por vergonha, por falta de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;oportunidade, mas principalmente porque todos me dizem que sou demais precipitado, que coloco em palavras todo o meu processo mental (processo mental: é exatamente assim que eles dizem, e eu acho engraçado) e que isso assusta as pessoas, e que é preciso disfarçar, jogar, esconder, mentir. Eu não queria que fosse assim. Eu queria que tudo fosse muito mais limpo e muito mais claro, mas eles não me deixam, você não me deixa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-1133259714286555124?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1133259714286555124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1133259714286555124&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1133259714286555124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1133259714286555124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TQaFkvF7pTI/AAAAAAAABH8/4HRf9nqo4rY/s72-c/ESCONDER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3659611134771946296</id><published>2010-12-09T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:29:36.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um coração em graça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TQEMe6JfcnI/AAAAAAAABHs/aHtQqlk_0PU/s1600/flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TQEMe6JfcnI/AAAAAAAABHs/aHtQqlk_0PU/s320/flor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tão longe... de casa,do corpo,do cheiro,da boca...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tão perto... da cumplicidade,da alegria,do coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como pode?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ri de você,da sua voz de menino sapeca.Te coloquei um apelido e rimos infinitamente disso...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ri do seu jeito de rir das minhas bobeiras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E só quem me vê conversando com você,pode rir da cara de boba que fico.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O acaso me assusta!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me assusta o fato de tão cedo,te querer tão bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me assusta a pressa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Não admiro os covardes mas agora é tarde&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma constante espera pra que chegue a hora.A hora de você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-3659611134771946296?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/3659611134771946296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=3659611134771946296&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3659611134771946296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3659611134771946296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-coracao-em-graca.html' title='Um coração em graça'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TQEMe6JfcnI/AAAAAAAABHs/aHtQqlk_0PU/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6579665882408628267</id><published>2010-11-28T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T07:17:07.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tie Dye</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quando a pessoa não tem o que fazer inventa né?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TPJyLpZUO3I/AAAAAAAABGs/FFgqMi97Gaw/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TPJyLpZUO3I/AAAAAAAABGs/FFgqMi97Gaw/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TPJyPG5h6JI/AAAAAAAABGw/cKK2rPjzGdY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TPJyPG5h6JI/AAAAAAAABGw/cKK2rPjzGdY/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TPJyRJTgtcI/AAAAAAAABG0/lCok0thNizU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TPJyRJTgtcI/AAAAAAAABG0/lCok0thNizU/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;E aí,gostaram?&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/1541424990606548812-6579665882408628267?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6579665882408628267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6579665882408628267&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6579665882408628267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6579665882408628267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/11/tie-dye.html' title='Tie Dye'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TPJyLpZUO3I/AAAAAAAABGs/FFgqMi97Gaw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-924984314968776987</id><published>2010-11-23T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:44:54.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E as coisas velhas ficaram para tras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TOwKPNxrNlI/AAAAAAAABGk/WjDximabb2Y/s1600/coisas-velhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TOwKPNxrNlI/AAAAAAAABGk/WjDximabb2Y/s320/coisas-velhas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que sinto é cheiro de mofo...&lt;br /&gt;Roupas guardadas em caixas.&lt;br /&gt;Cartas endereçadas a você sem nunca terem sido entregues.&lt;br /&gt;Fotos com largos sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;E por fim,um coração que ainda bate agoniado com lembranças de um passado distante.&lt;br /&gt;Durmo e acordo de um sonho que não compartilhei com você,mas você estava lá.E sorria pra mim,e no seu peito eu me sentia feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Muita poeira e uma agonia que não passa nunca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-924984314968776987?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/924984314968776987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=924984314968776987&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/924984314968776987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/924984314968776987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-as-coisas-velhas-ficaram-para-tras.html' title='E as coisas velhas ficaram para tras?'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TOwKPNxrNlI/AAAAAAAABGk/WjDximabb2Y/s72-c/coisas-velhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-8350841907373127140</id><published>2010-11-09T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:58:51.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rir,o melhor remédio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TNoLV_qS34I/AAAAAAAABF0/T6aK0jDlLTI/s1600/eu7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TNoLV_qS34I/AAAAAAAABF0/T6aK0jDlLTI/s320/eu7.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisa melhor que rir? O&lt;s&gt;lha que tem!!E se não é melhor chega perto (rs)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tão fácil,ainda mais pra alguém boba como eu...e gosto tanto de ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez ouvi dizer que o tempo cura todas as dores,sara todas as feridas.Achei que era bobeirinha.Mais uma daquelas frases clichês que se ouve por aí.Mas acreditem,é verdade!!!!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo tem passado rápido por aqui.E cada sol que nasce,sol que se põe,eu sou mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;De algumas lições aprendi que só o que me faz bem,me faz feliz, devo ter por perto.Me desculpem se pareço fria,mais o resto eu ignoro.Aprendi a ignorar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou rir da risada do &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1289224804&amp;amp;pid=1289251218576"&gt;Davi&lt;/a&gt;,do jeito estabanado da &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1253284390&amp;amp;pid=1261902352985"&gt;Fefê&lt;/a&gt;,desse mundinho aqui, onde a cada dia conheço mais blogs legais e que me divertem tanto.Dos meus amigos queridos,da cara de pau da Mamys.Posso rir com o cantinho de boca, do meu passado.Aquele que já me fez chorar e que hoje, vejo o quão patético ele foi.&lt;br /&gt;Posso rir com a minha &lt;a href="http://catiaeemanuel.felizesparasempre.com/"&gt;amiga&lt;/a&gt; que vai casar e compartilhar da felicidade dela.Vou rir pra valer em uma noite de farra com as &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1289131808&amp;amp;pid=1289157009074"&gt;amigas &lt;/a&gt;mais engraçadas e bobas que se possa ter.Posso rir até&amp;nbsp;da tristeza.Sabe,as vezes ela &amp;nbsp;teima em querer vir me visitar sem marcar .&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coitada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Pra essa,eu &amp;nbsp;dou &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1200063782&amp;amp;pid=1257713348920"&gt;meu melhor sorriso&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-8350841907373127140?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/8350841907373127140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=8350841907373127140&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8350841907373127140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8350841907373127140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/11/riro-melhor-remedio.html' title='Rir,o melhor remédio!'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TNoLV_qS34I/AAAAAAAABF0/T6aK0jDlLTI/s72-c/eu7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6784340989215310937</id><published>2010-11-04T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T06:51:23.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TNK1s7bOv0I/AAAAAAAABFw/QxYdg3SlaTw/s1600/amo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TNK1s7bOv0I/AAAAAAAABFw/QxYdg3SlaTw/s400/amo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Conhecendo outros blogs,infelizmente conheci a dor de uma mãe e compartilhei com ela algumas lágrimas.Perder um filho deve ser uma dor indescritível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Daí me lembrei da angústia que passei a algum tempo.Quem vem sempre aqui sabe que tenho o Davizinho de 1 ano e 4 meses(e a Fefê de 6 anos) ,que tive Toxoplasmose na gravidez e que sofri muito com medo do que poderia acontecer ao meus filho, como relatei &lt;a href="http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2009/03/inclusao-social.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2009/03/bem.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2009/03/espero-em-deus.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, e quando ele nasceu PERFEITO com a graça de Deus e postei &lt;a href="http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-o-reizinho-reina.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje reli os posts e os comentários que me fizeram muito bem,me deram força pra pensar positivo,ter fé em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Comentário faz um bem...é engraçado isso né?Como algumas palavras de alguém que você nunca viu podem te ajudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enfim,vim hoje agradecer a todos que se importaram com o meu problema e me deram força.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Obrigada&lt;a href="http://anamgs.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cafe-pontocom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mírian&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://meutudico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gerly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tracosdeumhomem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Olavo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://danielsfcarlos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://conflitosdeconfissoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://shimariah.blogspot.com/"&gt; Sam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://casodemedico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flávia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://infinitoparticulardalva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dalva&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://elosnohorizonte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandre&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://sutiaquarentaeseis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ray&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-6784340989215310937?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6784340989215310937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6784340989215310937&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6784340989215310937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6784340989215310937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/11/agradecendo.html' title='Agradecendo'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TNK1s7bOv0I/AAAAAAAABFw/QxYdg3SlaTw/s72-c/amo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1596165151017597347</id><published>2010-10-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:25:44.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os 6 números que é bom,ninguém diz...</title><content type='html'>Resolvi fazer o teste:"Que música do Los Hermanos &amp;nbsp;é você " e olha no que deu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/testehermanos.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/testehermanos.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/deixa.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/testehermanos.html" target="blank"&gt;Que música do los hermanos é você?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trazido a você por &lt;a href="http://slfr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soul Fire&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É? &lt;s&gt;Tipo...acho que poderia rolar o número da megasena hein?!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDPFhofqTm0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&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/dDPFhofqTm0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clica&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/testehermanos.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e faz o seu também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-1596165151017597347?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1596165151017597347/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-4283107009053914275</id><published>2010-10-25T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:23:40.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo sem querer,ainda acredito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TMXY9OIgN3I/AAAAAAAABFo/tHckR99hmG4/s1600/acredito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TMXY9OIgN3I/AAAAAAAABFo/tHckR99hmG4/s320/acredito.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu amo rir!E nessa lógica,as pessoas que eu amo são as que me fazem rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora vocês, meus 2 leitores assíduos&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;nem tããão assíduos assim,mas vá...&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;devem estar se perguntando: Se ela gosta tanto de rir,é tão pra cima,porque isso aqui é tão nostálgico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque gosto de rir mais sou nostálgica.Eu posso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho saudades de tudo,amo um passado que as vezes eu nem vivi.Tipo,sabe quando você idealiza tanto uma história,sonha tanto com uma coisa que acaba até acreditando que vive aquilo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;alguém aí por favor diz que isso não só acontece comigo&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De insistir nessa saudade que eu sinto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De tudo que eu ainda não vi...(Índios-Legião Urbana)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ele me entendia...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu e esse meu jeito "Bipolar" de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Brincadeiras a parte,ando feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mesmo as vezes invejando&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;inveja branca,que fique claro&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;casais nas ruas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fazer o que se mesmo com tantos motivos pra deixar de acreditar,ainda acredito nele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No amor.&lt;/span&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/1541424990606548812-4283107009053914275?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/4283107009053914275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=4283107009053914275&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4283107009053914275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4283107009053914275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/10/mesmo-sem-quererainda-acredito.html' title='Mesmo sem querer,ainda acredito.'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TMXY9OIgN3I/AAAAAAAABFo/tHckR99hmG4/s72-c/acredito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6645218410882044494</id><published>2010-10-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:51:34.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vergonha alheia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TKoSB-7T4EI/AAAAAAAABFI/7QkiX_4H8RM/s1600/pizza-caligula-pipa+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TKoSB-7T4EI/AAAAAAAABFI/7QkiX_4H8RM/s400/pizza-caligula-pipa+(1).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bem,como esse blog é &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;meu,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;eu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; falo o que &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;eu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; quiser por aqui,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;vou falar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vergonha,muita vergonha!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Como Brasília,a cidade que apresenta a maior renda per capita do Brasil,tem um &amp;nbsp;dos maiores índices de escolaridade do país (Lê-se, a grande maioria tem um melhor poder aquisitivo e estudou) pôde deixar que a &lt;s&gt;mulher laranja&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;a senhora &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKlSGzQe-tI"&gt;Weslian Roriz&lt;/a&gt; (Click no nome e veja o vídeo do debate mais vergonhoso de TODOS os tempos) tenha a chance de ir ao segundo turno e quem sabe até levar o governo do DF?COMO?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Minha gente,todo mundo tava careca de saber que se o voto fosse no Toninho do PSOL,&amp;nbsp;(Eu queria ter votado nele,me pareceu preparado)&amp;nbsp;ou em qualquer outro candidato que não fosse o Agnelo ( o qual eu também não boto muita fé,mas dos males o menor) teria seu voto queimado.Mas mesmo sabendo dos riscos, preferiram arriscar e deixar que a &lt;s&gt;avoada&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Weslian tivesse chance de ser a nova "Governadora" do DF.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Estou hor&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;RORIZ&lt;/span&gt;ada e com muito medo de um governo de 4 anos com direito a muita pizza regada a suco de laranja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #041c50; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 30px;"&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/1541424990606548812-6645218410882044494?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6645218410882044494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6645218410882044494&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6645218410882044494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6645218410882044494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/10/vergonha-alheia.html' title='Vergonha alheia'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TKoSB-7T4EI/AAAAAAAABFI/7QkiX_4H8RM/s72-c/pizza-caligula-pipa+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-9140557867874646009</id><published>2010-10-02T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:02:46.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O barulho da chuva na minha janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TKgBVyH9xUI/AAAAAAAABFE/woJ6706mV6g/s1600/janela_chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TKgBVyH9xUI/AAAAAAAABFE/woJ6706mV6g/s320/janela_chuva.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que gostoso é dormir ao som da chuva tilintando na janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas o bom mesmo é saber que o frio ta lá fora, longe da minha cama e do meu corpo quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;A chuva veio pra lavar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ontem só veio pra molhar o que seco um dia foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Muita sujeira,medo e dor foram juntos pro bueiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Cheiro mais gostoso que terra molhada,só mesmo o cheiro de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Já é quase hora do sol nascer.Posso ver tão próximo o horizonte de um dia lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;A chuva me mostra agora o que a muito o poeira encobria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sinto uma enorme vontade de andar,de correr,de voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;de viver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Perdoem pela ausência.(vocês,dois leitores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ultimamente ando sem inspiração(se é que algum dia tive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas enfim...é isso,estou de volta(ou não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-9140557867874646009?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/9140557867874646009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=9140557867874646009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/9140557867874646009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/9140557867874646009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-barulho-da-chuva-na-minha-janela.html' title='O barulho da chuva na minha janela'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TKgBVyH9xUI/AAAAAAAABFE/woJ6706mV6g/s72-c/janela_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1200343021858871671</id><published>2010-09-01T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:56:12.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai com os anjos,vai em paz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TH8QCZ8YntI/AAAAAAAABEs/vWuAs4yLtf4/s1600/Gaivota.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TH8QCZ8YntI/AAAAAAAABEs/vWuAs4yLtf4/s320/Gaivota.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.5px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando se fala em morte,logo pensamos em saudades...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pensamos no tempo que perdemos,que poderíamos ter aproveitado mais ao lado daquele que falta agora...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pensamos em como poderíamos ter dito o quanto ele era especial,o quanto o que ele dizia fazia sentido...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dói imaginar que nunca mais vamos ouvir a voz,sentir o cheiro,ver aquele sorriso mais lindo,mais sincero...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E é estranho...agoniante...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lembranças...todas elas tempesteiam a minha cabeça...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o que fica?A vontade de mais uma tarde falando besteiras,de mais um abraço apertado,de mais uma vez pedir e escutar um conselho...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acabo de saber que o amigo &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carpediem-hod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;fez o seu mais longo voo hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É muito triste,não lido muito bem com a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda mais devendo a ele,como eu estava: &lt;i&gt;"...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quando inspirada quiser atender um pedido, o faça discorrendo sobre essa "...ainda estou na "pós adolescência"....K k k k k k k k."(Hod)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 51px;"&gt;Escrevo sim amigo Hod...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-1200343021858871671?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1200343021858871671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1200343021858871671&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1200343021858871671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1200343021858871671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/09/vai-com-os-anjosvai-em-paz.html' title='Vai com os anjos,vai em paz...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TH8QCZ8YntI/AAAAAAAABEs/vWuAs4yLtf4/s72-c/Gaivota.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3810080559033992989</id><published>2010-08-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:42:37.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/THdPdFKLiYI/AAAAAAAABEo/e9-5MK031m8/s1600/Somente+TU.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/THdPdFKLiYI/AAAAAAAABEo/e9-5MK031m8/s320/Somente+TU.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta tua,do calor do teu corpo entrelaçado ao meu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da tua boca carnuda a me beijar,me provocar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ouvir os sussurros do teu íntimo e tremer meu corpo inteiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dentro de mim...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As vezes leve como uma pluma...as vezes forte como uma onda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem tempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem fim...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto a falta tua, que ainda não veio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero em chamas,desejo.&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/1541424990606548812-3810080559033992989?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/3810080559033992989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=3810080559033992989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3810080559033992989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3810080559033992989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/08/desejo.html' title='Desejo...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/THdPdFKLiYI/AAAAAAAABEo/e9-5MK031m8/s72-c/Somente+TU.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-7457432235951142762</id><published>2010-08-22T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:48:12.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me parece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/THIJt-xOV-I/AAAAAAAABEk/Aw2nlsQcCCQ/s1600/bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/THIJt-xOV-I/AAAAAAAABEk/Aw2nlsQcCCQ/s320/bb.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que foi ontem que ela chorou de soluçar,de faltar o ar entre tantos soluços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que foi agorinha mesmo,que ela jurou que logo tudo ia passar.E aquela dor,aquela angústia em seu peito iria cessar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que consigo vê-la...quieta,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;até demais,eu diria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sem se preocupar com nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah,amanhã é outro dia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse agora é seu mantra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que ela se sente entediada.Falta um "sei lá o que",algo que a deixe como ela realmente é: Brilho nos olhos,vontade de que tudo aconteça ontem.Como diria a mãe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"um bicho carpinteiro que mordeu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que ela quer voltar a sonhar,a sorrir,a correr,a dançar,a sentir calor,a ter medo,a ter coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que agora,nesse exato momento ela quer que o futuro olhe bem nos seus olhos, e a dê a chance de dançar de novo coladinha com a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que é isso no fundo,o que ela sempre quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagem:Meu filhotinho,Davizinho.&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/1541424990606548812-7457432235951142762?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/7457432235951142762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=7457432235951142762&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/7457432235951142762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/7457432235951142762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-parece.html' title='Me parece'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/THIJt-xOV-I/AAAAAAAABEk/Aw2nlsQcCCQ/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-859596573244098457</id><published>2010-08-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:36:11.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena esperar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TGofEay8eoI/AAAAAAAABEg/XPVYy0HM4fE/s1600/sexo-antes-do-casamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TGofEay8eoI/AAAAAAAABEg/XPVYy0HM4fE/s320/sexo-antes-do-casamento.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é meu dia no &lt;a href="http://dosquefervem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Dos que fervem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e o tema da semana é &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sexo antes do casamento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber o que eu penso?&lt;br /&gt;Dá um pulo &lt;a href="http://dosquefervem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-859596573244098457?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/859596573244098457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=859596573244098457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/859596573244098457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/859596573244098457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/08/vale-pena-esperar.html' title='Vale a pena esperar?'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TGofEay8eoI/AAAAAAAABEg/XPVYy0HM4fE/s72-c/sexo-antes-do-casamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-8606881157863056847</id><published>2010-08-09T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:20:55.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai pra lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TGDUTO0sCFI/AAAAAAAABEI/cEg9Nqr73q8/s1600/carencia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TGDUTO0sCFI/AAAAAAAABEI/cEg9Nqr73q8/s320/carencia2.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como pode um coração estar vazio e ao mesmo tempo cheio.Sem nenhum espaço pra alguém entrar?&lt;br /&gt;É,eu não sei explicar,só sei sentir.E digo mais,ta bom até!&lt;br /&gt;Há paz na solidão?Acredito que sim,mais só até aonde a solidão não vire monotonia e daí ao invés da paz a carência tome conta da sua vida e a torne uma guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Sim,porque carência faz coisa que até Deus duvida!&lt;br /&gt;Quer exemplo?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você estudou com o carinha no ensino médio e ele sempre foi o mais bobão da turma &lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;e não é nerd que eu to falando não,é "bobão" de "burrão" mesmo&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;o mais feio,que sempre usava aquela blusa alaranjada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;mesmo quando era obrigatório o uso do uniforme ele usava por baixo.Pra que mesmo?&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daí, vocês se encontraram em uma balada e você quando o vê pensa: "Nossa,ele melhorou,a blusa agora é vermelha!Porque eu não dei uma chance a ele quando quis me namorar?Será que é coisa do destino?"&lt;br /&gt;Corre minha filha,corre pras colinas porque a mardita da carência quer acabar com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se ela quiser descambar pro lado de cá,eu arrumo o jeito dela tomar um rumo rapidinho.Neim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-8606881157863056847?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/8606881157863056847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=8606881157863056847&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8606881157863056847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8606881157863056847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/08/sai-pra-la.html' title='Sai pra lá'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TGDUTO0sCFI/AAAAAAAABEI/cEg9Nqr73q8/s72-c/carencia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6205848336204457543</id><published>2010-08-09T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:00:50.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Genteeeeeeeeeem o DQF esta de volta (mega feliz \0/ ) e pra quem conhece e gosta é só passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dosquefervem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,e quem não conhece também pode(hihihi) é só clicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dosquefervem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ly4Shw4tA/S5Fg21jD_BI/AAAAAAAAABc/7ZLohHKXEUg/s1600/CANDYFIRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ly4Shw4tA/S5Fg21jD_BI/AAAAAAAAABc/7ZLohHKXEUg/s320/CANDYFIRE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9.72222px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá se fala de tudo. Dentre outras coisas, sexo. Fale-se muito de sexo. Puritanos, virgens, mal humorados e mal comidos, não percam seu tempo. Ou percam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A proposta é Discutir as Relações de forma não tão leve, mas sempre divertida. Para isso nos dividimos em quatro ferventes, uma em cada dia da semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aos pornográficos, isso não é lugar de perversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As verdades ditas aqui nem sempre são as verdades das que escrevem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(ou são!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Ferva de curiosidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #141414; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-image: url(http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fkDQxQsT3gs/TGBicpVfA8I/AAAAAAAAFEU/PvGvjZ0FrqQ/s320/PostQuote.png); background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(138, 38, 20); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(138, 38, 20); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(138, 38, 20); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(138, 38, 20); border-top-style: solid; 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font-size: 11.1111px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif; font-size: 11.1111px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif; font-size: 11.1111px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TFrvcUShqqI/AAAAAAAABD8/y2RYlUfAOU8/s1600/Deus-me-ama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TFrvcUShqqI/AAAAAAAABD8/y2RYlUfAOU8/s320/Deus-me-ama.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif; font-size: 11.1111px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif; font-size: 11.1111px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', 'Times New Roman', 'Times Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tudo tem o seu tempo determinado, e há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Há tempo de nascer, e tempo de morrer; tempo de plantar, e tempo de arrancar o que se plantou;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tempo de matar, e tempo de curar; tempo de derrubar, e tempo de edificar;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tempo de chorar, e tempo de rir; tempo de prantear, e tempo de dançar;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tempo de espalhar pedras, e tempo de ajuntar pedras; tempo de abraçar, e tempo de afastar-se de abraçar;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tempo de buscar, e tempo de perder; tempo de guardar, e tempo de lançar fora;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tempo de rasgar, e tempo de coser; tempo de estar calado, e tempo de falar;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="paranum" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tempo de amar, e tempo de odiar; tempo de guerra, e tempo de paz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccccaa; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Eclesiastés&amp;nbsp;3)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', 'Times New Roman', 'Times Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', 'Times New Roman', 'Times Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Essa passagem da Bíblia sempre falou comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente quando tive que tomar decisões importantes na minha vida, e preferi esperar.Porque achei que aquela não era realmente a hora "o tempo".&lt;br /&gt;Mais hoje eu estou aqui pra dizer que é tempo.&lt;b&gt;Tempo de agradecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é de dizer o quanto Deus é maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu ganhei na megasena?nada&lt;br /&gt;Se minha vida sentimental,financeira,profissional está perfeita?Ih,passou longe.&lt;br /&gt;Mais sabe,eu estou em paz!&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela paz que nada,nem ninguém perturba?Claro que as vezes aparece um &lt;i&gt;"espírito de porco"&lt;/i&gt; querendo me roubar ela.Mas não consegue.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece sabe o quanto sou impulssiva e por ser assim muitas vezes quebro a cara.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;tô boazinha,só ando quebrando a minha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Na hora fico brava,muito brava.Mais é só o sangue "esfriar" que fica tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz,me sinto livre.Capaz de dar o próximo passo.Aliás,pronta pra uma caminhada, uma viagem.E sei que quem me capacitou foi Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Muito feliz,muito grata,muito tranquila,e muito,muito agradecida.&lt;br /&gt;Daqui pra frente?Procurar o caminho e seguir &lt;i&gt;"em frente e avante"&lt;/i&gt; porque esse é o meu tempo,esse é o tempo de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', 'Times New Roman', 'Times Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Arial, 'Times New Roman', Times, 'New York', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&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/1541424990606548812-2632131229896039059?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2632131229896039059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2632131229896039059&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2632131229896039059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2632131229896039059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/08/agradecendo.html' title='Agradecendo'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TFrvcUShqqI/AAAAAAAABD8/y2RYlUfAOU8/s72-c/Deus-me-ama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1267743769187741670</id><published>2010-07-21T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:44:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-top: 0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;♪ Músicas online grátis! Acesse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powermusics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;www.powermusics.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 82px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na madrugada passada tive um sonho ruim.Tão estranho que me pareceu real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tive medo,e olha que não sou de ter medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando acordei e o medo se foi,continuei vivendo ao meu modo.Aquele,tranquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois veio ela.Ah como eu gosto de estar com ela,da sua voz de criança.Só voz não,de todo seu jeitinho de menina.Amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais sabe,ela me fez chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um choro que estava entalado e eu com orgulho não punha pra fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu chorar?Por quem?Por ele,que não merece uma fisgada dessa dor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jurei que ele nunca mais ia me fazer chorar,e creio que cumpri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O choro veio calmo,acho que pra limpar o que restou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Falamos de como eu me sinto,e como eu deveria me sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu pude ver que ainda não estou tão livre,como acreditava.E nem tão entregue como receava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabo de me perguntar o que falta pras cortinas se fecharem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O medo novamente senta a meu lado e quase me toma o teclado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele teme que eu diga,ele teme que eu saiba.E tudo isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ou nada disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;finalmente se acabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/1541424990606548812-1267743769187741670?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1267743769187741670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1267743769187741670&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1267743769187741670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1267743769187741670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/07/na-madrugada-passada-tive-um-sonho-ruim.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TEfoWqivkAI/AAAAAAAABDs/WKGJEOFZpaY/s72-c/talvez+um+dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3259921418854858381</id><published>2010-07-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:06:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TERoyDY6_SI/AAAAAAAABCU/He7U6RkOeyE/s1600/lu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TERoyDY6_SI/AAAAAAAABCU/He7U6RkOeyE/s320/lu.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Ando devagar porque já tive pressa e levo esse sorriso, porque já chorei demais..."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Almir Sater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Se a brincadeira hoje fosse: Resuma a sua vida vida em uma frase...essa seria a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do passado quero só me lembrar pra não esquecer das coisas que aprendi.Nada mais quero dele.&lt;br /&gt;Nem saudade,nem nostalgia,nem que ele apareça num dia de frio pra me aquecer...quero que ele fique no lugar que lhe é de direito: Lá atrás.Como uma &amp;nbsp;roupa velha que não me cabe mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-3259921418854858381?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/3259921418854858381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=3259921418854858381&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3259921418854858381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3259921418854858381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/07/ando-devagar-porque-ja-tive-pressa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TERoyDY6_SI/AAAAAAAABCU/He7U6RkOeyE/s72-c/lu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2320026142540564486</id><published>2010-07-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:04:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TD555ruhUUI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ffjdwfKQWNY/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TD555ruhUUI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ffjdwfKQWNY/s320/c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O vi hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ah,foi estranho...sabe,eu não tremi.Não desejei a sua boca,o seu corpo...Mais vi que ainda resta um carinho.Uma coisa que tenho medo que nunca se vá.Que nunca me deixa pensar direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gostei da presença,de interagir sem raiva,sem ter ensaiado 3 dias.Foi simples,comum,engraçado...(como já foi um dia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não sei explicar,só sei que a paz que eu tanto pedi a Ele,chegou.Que aquela loucura se foi e isso é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Simples assim,sem um motivo muito especial.(além dos quais eu sou agraciada todos os dias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Motivos pra agradecer a Deus?Inúmeros,e tenho feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Como é bom não sentir mais aquele peso nas costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se eu ainda fosse uma tartaruga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mais agora não sei se ainda vou ter algo a escrever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;se é que eu tinha né?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Falar de amor é fácil,falar de dor é fácil,falar de dor de amor então...mais e agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu diria até que paz,estando só quer dizer vazio.Mais eu até prefiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Preciso de um coração vazio por um tempo,pra que ele se cure direitinho e logo esteja pronto pra amar de novo.Sim,porque é claro que eu quero amar,e amar muito.Só que dessa vez,também quero ser amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1541424990606548812-2320026142540564486?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2320026142540564486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2320026142540564486&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2320026142540564486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2320026142540564486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/07/seguindo.html' title='Seguindo'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TD555ruhUUI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ffjdwfKQWNY/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-178232646429779735</id><published>2010-07-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:02:01.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor=Cativeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TDqhbzgvebI/AAAAAAAABCI/LQFzQxZ56Sg/s1600/Corao-preso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TDqhbzgvebI/AAAAAAAABCI/LQFzQxZ56Sg/s320/Corao-preso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; color: black; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.4167px; font-weight: normal; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é paciente;(Eu fui muito paciente;&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;acho que até mais que a Amélia)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;é bondoso;(Eu era de tão boa,idiota;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;o amor não e invejoso;(Inveja?Eu o adimirava;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não é arrogante;(Eu era humilde;&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;por "muito pouco" tempo,&lt;i&gt;confesso)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não se ensoberbece;(Se tive orgulho,foi dele;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não é ambicioso;(Minha ambição era alcançar o seu amor;) &lt;s&gt;bem piegas né?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não busca seus próprios interesses;(Améééélia,te chamam!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não se irrita;(de verdade,existe isso?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não guarda ressensetimente pelo mal sofrido;(eu sou de arame?Só se eu fosse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não se alegra com a injustiça;(ta vendo gente,ver ele pagando nem é vingança)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;mas regozija-se com a verdade;( Ô)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tudo desculpa;(menos!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tudo crê;(ele tava trabalhando,o cheiro de pinga e cigarro foi essa cidade poluída)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tudo espera;(esperei tanto que cansei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tudo suporta;(as vezes Trident resolve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Carta_de_S._Paulo_aos_Corintios/" style="color: blue; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Carta de S. Paulo aos Coríntios&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e uma esculhambada básica minha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que o que eu senti foi amor,mas não como esse aí de Paulo.(então posso considerar que era?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amor é igual a cativeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E quem diz que nunca se sentiu preso é a versão genérica do pinóquio,FATO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alguns podem até dizer: &lt;i&gt;"Que nada,o amor liberta".S&lt;/i&gt;ó se for você, da &amp;nbsp;controladora da Sra sua mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amar com reciprocidade é bom &lt;s&gt;deve ser&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;.Porém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;minha última experiência não poderia se conotar assim.&lt;s&gt;nem de longe&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sabe,eu me sinto livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aquela abstinência em que eu tanto sofri,se foi.A falta não se faz tão presente,o medo de perder,&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;o que mesmo? &lt;/s&gt;já não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu estive cara a cara com a minha ferida,e ela poderia ter sangrado até mais que a outras vezes,mais não.Eu estou liberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me libertei daquelas amarras que tanto me prendiam,e nunca mais quero olhar pra trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E esse mérito é meu.Meu e d'Ele que me "acudiu" tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada,eu só tenho agradecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muito,muito feliz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&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/1541424990606548812-178232646429779735?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/178232646429779735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=178232646429779735&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/178232646429779735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/178232646429779735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/07/amorcativeiro.html' title='Amor=Cativeiro'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TDqhbzgvebI/AAAAAAAABCI/LQFzQxZ56Sg/s72-c/Corao-preso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-7085195508756597447</id><published>2010-07-08T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:18:02.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só o tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TDV5Hoe2DGI/AAAAAAAABCE/zJUJnzzLCfM/s1600/O-tempo-Voa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TDV5Hoe2DGI/AAAAAAAABCE/zJUJnzzLCfM/s320/O-tempo-Voa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você estava lá,linda loira...altos carinhas atrás...mas era &amp;nbsp;por aquele traste que você suspirava ainda né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E agora,quem poderá me salvar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessas horas é claro, que é a super amiga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;essa aguenta coisa viu?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;jogue fora o que te faz mal, o que não te pertence mais , aquele amor que insiste em permanecer na sua memória. acredite, outros virão , ele não é único. talvez por um momento ele foi o mais importante, mas agora ele não é mais . acabou..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aconselhar pra você se levantar,não é mais que obrigação dela.Mas todos nós sabemos que, quem passa por uma situação dessas, sabe que não é bem assim que funciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;enso até que poderia ser assim.Que quando eu visse que não daria mais certo tudo se resolveria rapidinho.Bastava eu dizer ao meu coração :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Deixa de ser bobo,não ta vendo que ele não te quer?Parte logo pra outra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"mas...Comigo nunca foi tão fácil assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre chorei três oceanos,perturbei tantos as minhas amigas que no final elas ficaram com ódio do traste,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mais do que eu,diga-se de passagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;relembrei de tudo que passamos,e do que iríamos passar também,(oi?)sim,porque eu já tinha sonhado com tudo,desejei justiça,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mal a ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ri da cara da quase futura nova namorada breguinha e sem sal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;sem falar &amp;nbsp;no burra.Cara,tive sérias dúvidas se não era analfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;por um tempo me importei com quem ele ia,voltava,ficava,com o que ele achava de mim,se ele pensava ainda em mim...e aí foi passando.O tempo foi passando...Eu procurei dar outro rumo pra minha vida.Fui estudar,ler,conhecer outras coisas.Fui usar a minha curiosidade realmente pro meu proveito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No final,-existe final pro amor?Acho que não,já que ele se renova,nasce todo dia-acho que o que resolve mesmo(se é que existe receita pra isso)é o tempo,o jeito que você leva a sua vida adiante(de preferência ocupando bastante ela)sem falar que quando você conhece outro alguém legal,que queira sonhar junto com você é muito mais legal colocar uma pedra em cima do passado.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim funcionou todas as vezes que ralei o coração assim.Com essa receita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fui retribuir uma visita e me deparei com esse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahvidaengana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;da minha mais nova amiga blogueira Lara.Daí quis colocar meu ponto de vista.Se quiserem ler o dela na íntegra é só clicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahvidaengana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1541424990606548812-7085195508756597447?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/7085195508756597447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=7085195508756597447&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/7085195508756597447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/7085195508756597447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-o-tempo.html' title='Só o tempo...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TDV5Hoe2DGI/AAAAAAAABCE/zJUJnzzLCfM/s72-c/O-tempo-Voa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1186682327380007898</id><published>2010-06-30T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:34:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCwZ8ZtTy2I/AAAAAAAABCA/ZoOblF1sUUk/s1600/maos%2520dadas11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCwZ8ZtTy2I/AAAAAAAABCA/ZoOblF1sUUk/s1600/maos%2520dadas11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu sou chata,chorona,teimosa &lt;strike&gt;pra caraleo&lt;/strike&gt; e faço bico,tudo mundo já sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maaaaaaaas e que eu sou louca,tu sabia?&lt;strike&gt;se disser que já, vai ter hein?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E que eu mudo de opinião como quem escova os dentes?Sabia?(não como a &lt;a href="http://www.sempretops.com/humor/gorete-panico-na-tv-fotos-e-videos/attachment/gorete-virou-gisele-foto-3/"&gt;Gorete&lt;/a&gt; antes né gente?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah,assim...não é que eu mude...(ou é?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe o que é?Eu quero é ser feliz,e se hoje sair numa noite friiiiiiiiiia com meus amigos me faz feliz,bora lá.Eu topo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maaaaaas,amanhã eu posso colocar minha camisolinha de cetim rosa e não querer sair nem pros showzinhos que eu tanto amo e que tem muito aqui em Brasília.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E daí?O que você ta querendo dizer?Desembucha Luciana&lt;/i&gt;( Eu sei que você ta pensando isso né meu amigo(a)?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah,teve um carinha aí sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só que ele apareceu bem no meio de um temporal.Com direito a raios,trovões e muito vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu não quis um dia de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A neblina me cegou e eu não pude ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daí que, como o meu objetivo é alcançar a tão querida felicidade,estive pensando...porque não dar a chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não a ele.Dar a chance a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me curar dessa dor de vez.Sentir novamente o calor da paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem uma música do Lulu Santos que acho linda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Ela me encontrou eu tava por aí&lt;br /&gt;Num estado emocional tão ruim&lt;br /&gt;Me sentindo muito mal...&lt;br /&gt;Perdido, sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Errando de bar em bar&lt;br /&gt;Procurando não achar&lt;br /&gt;Ela demonstrou tanto prazer&lt;br /&gt;De estar em minha companhia&lt;br /&gt;Eu experimentei uma sensação&lt;br /&gt;Que até então não conhecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De se querer bem&lt;br /&gt;De se querer quem se tem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Ela me faz tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;E Ela me faz tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;Que eu também quero&lt;br /&gt;Fazer isto por ela..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que vai ser?Só o tempo dirá.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mais saiba eu resolvi tentar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-1186682327380007898?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1186682327380007898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1186682327380007898&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1186682327380007898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1186682327380007898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/06/por-que-nao.html' title='Por que não?'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCwZ8ZtTy2I/AAAAAAAABCA/ZoOblF1sUUk/s72-c/maos%2520dadas11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6158436665681719054</id><published>2010-06-27T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:38:56.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não lembro de quem'/><title type='text'>Medo de não resisitir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCgwUXMOa6I/AAAAAAAABB8/3k6ylVrA3no/s1600/n%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCgwUXMOa6I/AAAAAAAABB8/3k6ylVrA3no/s320/n%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O medo do que eu quero(?) me atordoa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As noites voltarem a ser insones,como a muito tempo não era.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A falta se faz mais presente agora que você esta presente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tá,eu sei.Eu preciso me curar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso te tirar de mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero mais que as lembranças em que o teu beijo é sempre o melhor,me atordoem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero mais que o teu corpo seja o encaixe perfeito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero esquecer: O teu gosto,o teu cheiro,a tua voz,o teu abraço,o teu olhar,o teu sorriso...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque aquela raiva,lembra?Eu já não me lembro mais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero mais ser tua!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parado aí!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nem mais um passo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pára,não conte seus planos,não alonga a conversa,não me enreda de novo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pára...eu to pedindo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque se você insistir,eu não vou aguentar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não vou resistir ao seu cheiro,à sua voz,ao seu toque...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que é tudo que eu preciso pra cair nas tuas garras de novo, e delas nunca mais sair...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1541424990606548812-6158436665681719054?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6158436665681719054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6158436665681719054&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6158436665681719054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6158436665681719054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/06/medo-de-nao-resisitir.html' title='Medo de não resisitir'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCgwUXMOa6I/AAAAAAAABB8/3k6ylVrA3no/s72-c/n%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6946018586498767791</id><published>2010-06-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:06:19.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como  antes,nunca mais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCTXcFnw9eI/AAAAAAAABB4/lJaUXoWvhqI/s1600/amor+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCTXcFnw9eI/AAAAAAAABB4/lJaUXoWvhqI/s320/amor+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Essa noite tive um pesadelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;No sonho(?)o calor do teu corpo encendiava o meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Nossos corpos se tornavam apenas um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Começo?Fim?Ninguém saberia dizer de tão perto,de tão junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Você me beijava a boca de um jeito suave,depois forte,depois molhado,depois intenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Beijava meu corpo procurando explorar todas as partes dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;No sonho(?) você me possuia como na última vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Se lembra?Chegamos juntos ao ápice do prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Sem pudor,medo ou dor.Era tudo prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Me disse tudo que me dava tesão ouvir,que eu gostava ,que eu precisava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Num sussurro, falou que era recíproco.Que a saudade,a falta...também passavam pelo seu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Acordei molhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Senti teu cheiro na nossa cama e incrédula vi que era só um sonho,um pesadelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe quando você tem um sonho ruim e tem medo que ele seja verdade?Foi bem assim que eu acordei,com medo que se torne verdade,que tudo volte a ser como era antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;E por que medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Porque como era antes eu não quero nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-6946018586498767791?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6946018586498767791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6946018586498767791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6946018586498767791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6946018586498767791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/06/essa-noite-tive-um-pesadelo.html' title='Como  antes,nunca mais!'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TCTXcFnw9eI/AAAAAAAABB4/lJaUXoWvhqI/s72-c/amor+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2226479616607010761</id><published>2010-06-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:07:05.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De conchinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TBzxaojdLWI/AAAAAAAABBs/lNkn7_pnb3E/s1600/conchinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TBzxaojdLWI/AAAAAAAABBs/lNkn7_pnb3E/s320/conchinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ele se deitou ao meu lado,cheirou o meu pescoço e de conchinha ficamos um bom tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O corpo dele sempre se encaixou ao meu como num quebra cabeças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele sempre foi a peça que faltava,o encaixe perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;" Pensar que ainda quero,que ainda sonho,lembro...isso não me faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Pensar que quero,mais não sou querida com a mesma  intensidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Pensar que os meus sonhos não estão atrelados aos  dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Lembrar que não devo ser lembrada da hora que se levanta a&amp;nbsp; hora que se deita(assim como eu)...Isso não me faz bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;É claro, não adimito nem pra mim  mesma que isso é acontece.Que ainda sei o querer.&lt;br /&gt;Finjo,me  engano,minto pra mim mesma...quem sabe se mentindo tanto,uma hora não  acredito que&amp;nbsp; é verdade?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ela me confessou que constatou isso ontem a noite, e mesmo assim ficou confusa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Se eu entendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Acho que não é pra entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Disse a ela pra esperar,que o tempo se encarregaria de resolver.Que onde estava cicratizando e que&amp;nbsp; há pouco havia uma ferida aberta, aos poucos sumiria e no final só ficaria uma cicatriz.Talvez grande,talvez feia,mais quando ela olhasse não doeria mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Assim eu creio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-2226479616607010761?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2226479616607010761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2226479616607010761&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2226479616607010761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2226479616607010761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/06/ele-se-deitou-ao-meu-ladocheirou-o-meu.html' title='De conchinha'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TBzxaojdLWI/AAAAAAAABBs/lNkn7_pnb3E/s72-c/conchinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-1632336007334246486</id><published>2010-06-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T07:26:58.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diga não a falta de namorado,no dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TBOYuJUnenI/AAAAAAAABBk/4Ao9Y-KOfK4/s1600/presentes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TBOYuJUnenI/AAAAAAAABBk/4Ao9Y-KOfK4/s320/presentes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sinto falta é disso kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia estar falando do quanto nós mulheres lindas,inteligentes,independentes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;e mais pelo menos dez elogios&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;não precisamos de homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu poderia esta matando,roubando,me prostituíndo...mas não.Venho nesta data,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;querida&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;convidar&amp;nbsp;vocês, amigas blogueiras &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;encalhadas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;solteiras(amigos também são bem vindos,aliás,muuuuuuuuito bem vindos)pra fazer uma campanha "DIGA NÃO A FALTA DE NAMORADO,NO DIA DOS NAMORADOS" (gostaram do nome?Bem original não?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gente,é muita puta falta de sacanagem ficar sem &lt;a href="http://blogassuntosdiversos.blogspot.com/"&gt;ir ao motel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;aquela única vez no ano,é muito triste não ganhar uma cesta embrulhada em um papel celofone com uma rosa e alguns três bonbons,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;aquele desgraçado queria você gorda&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou aquela blusa com o número dez vezes menor que o seu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;mais uma vez,pode matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah,mais pensa por outro lado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você mulher(ou homem?) que gastou todo seu dia no cabelereiro,na depiladora &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;a minha especialmente é torturadora profissional,tenho certeza!&lt;/span&gt;manicure,gastou o resto do seu pagamento naquela&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/collection/?cgname=OSSLPLGEZZZ&amp;amp;cgnbr=OSSLPLGEZZZ"&gt; langerie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e todos os outros apetrechos "secses" que toda mulher moderna usa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;eu nunca usei aquela bolinha que a gente enfia e fica entupida,juro!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;não vai precisar fazer isso hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já pensou o quanto pode ser bom comprar cinco caixinhas(pelo menos) de &lt;a href="http://www.santher.com.br/portugues/prodCons/kiss/index.htm"&gt;lenço&lt;/a&gt;,uma pizza grande,um X-tudo,pamonha,sorvete,chocolate(dizem que resolve),pastel,vinho,chora Rita(pra ir entrando no clima)vodka,Fluoxetina,rivotril e muito filme romântico?(PS EU TE AMO,UM AMOR PRA RECORDAR,ANTES QUE TERMINE O DIA...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falando sério agora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você,homem inteligente,alto,bonito,bem humorado,cheiroso,rico que estiver interessado em uma mulher linda,(cof,cof) loira(é muita mecha no lance),inteligente(essa parte é verdade hehehe),bem humorada(25 dias por mês),e que gosta de homem(lembra daquela piadinha infame "Quem gosta de homem é viado,mulher gosta é de dinheiro"?então.Essa sou eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigas interessadas em deixar seu "currículo" pra que possamos dar continuídade a campanha"DIGA NÃO A FALTA DE NAMORADO,NO DIA DOS NAMORADOS" favor mandar email com foto e descrição para luciana.0506@hotmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atenção!&lt;br /&gt;Este é um post com muita irônia ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-1632336007334246486?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/1632336007334246486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=1632336007334246486&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1632336007334246486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/1632336007334246486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/06/diga-nao-falta-de-namoradono-dia-dos.html' title='Diga não a falta de namorado,no dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TBOYuJUnenI/AAAAAAAABBk/4Ao9Y-KOfK4/s72-c/presentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3781355807026434589</id><published>2010-05-30T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:52:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atóóóóron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANY7dQqCkI/AAAAAAAABBY/Vp4qn-0LFGQ/s1600/selo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANY7dQqCkI/AAAAAAAABBY/Vp4qn-0LFGQ/s1600/selo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu amo &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;meme&lt;/span&gt;,mas há tempos não era convidada pra um.(maldade...)Aí a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Deise&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;veio e me salvou! &amp;nbsp;\0/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Falar de mim com imagens?Será que consigo?Eu que falo mais que o&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8OBWZdkSqM/SkkfJCtEbRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/9bLnAH_PvsU/s320/FALAR.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;homem da cobra&lt;/a&gt;, vou conseguir passar quem eu sou e como penso através de imagens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só tentando &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vamos as regras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1) Colocar o &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;selinho&lt;/span&gt; e regras no blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2) Responder com muita sinceridade (quem sou eu, o que me faz sorrir, o que me faz chorar, a minha cor, a melhor lembrança, a música é, o filme, o pecado, o cheiro, o &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;esporte&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;, o livro, o sonho), apenas com imagens (não vale responder por escrito);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3) Indicar as pessoas para responder e colocar seus &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;links&lt;/span&gt; no final do &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4) Deixar um comentários para a pessoa, avisando que ela foi indicada para a brincadeira;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5) Dizer as três lembranças mais fofas da infância.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1)Quem sou eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TAKFKaDz-DI/AAAAAAAABAE/gCAo5fjCX98/s320/cevada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2)O que me faz sorrir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TAM_PMEa3iI/AAAAAAAABAM/i_iQ0RuRB98/s320/26-12-09_2222.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANGwezhzdI/AAAAAAAABAY/1dNrCTRU_4w/s320/friends_bathtub.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANG5NyMSSI/AAAAAAAABAc/95W3U7QRXuU/s200/sol.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3)O que me faz chorar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANH_eCRooI/AAAAAAAABAg/lCjozel8QEA/s320/crian%C3%A7a+maltratada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANIZNo2rdI/AAAAAAAABAk/MP96N8Lq71E/s320/mascara.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4)A minha cor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANIy7l9WGI/AAAAAAAABAo/jVOy_huwlLc/s320/natureza.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5)A melhor lembrança:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANKD9T3DJI/AAAAAAAABAs/YcsMyMeTPHg/s320/FEFA.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6)A música é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANKuBwxCJI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ze_Bed8y1lc/s320/los-hermanos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7)O filme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANLEVaL7LI/AAAAAAAABA0/h2MTOZrDgrY/s1600/lisbelaeoprisioneiro350x250-01-300x214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;8)O pecado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANLpySP0xI/AAAAAAAABA4/J6qbbno-M40/s320/luxuria.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9)O cheiro:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANMFrT94SI/AAAAAAAABA8/79TP7vSXUOo/s320/TERRA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10)O &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;esporte&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANMmv7WKHI/AAAAAAAABBA/0tg6alCBk18/s320/lux%C3%BAria.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;´&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11)O &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANNPze7RAI/AAAAAAAABBE/9XZ5UA1tjW4/s1600/livros_computador.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANNrOouJaI/AAAAAAAABBI/iLwOzKzpRIs/s320/BONECA_PALITO.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12)O livro:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANOFy-vQ0I/AAAAAAAABBM/-7uVIr_NaEM/s320/a_cabana5.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANOPBvkuGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/gnv-5cHYUck/s320/feliz-ano-velho1.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee; font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13) O sonho:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANPCVLNNZI/AAAAAAAABBU/ZsboL0IEmFw/s320/ser+feliz_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Três lembranças mais fofas da infância?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ah...São todas com a minha mãe e o esforço dela que quase não tinha tempo de ficar com a gente,mais que sempre aproveitava o pouquinho que tinha,nos levando a parques,festivais de sorvetes e deixando debaixo do nosso travesseiro sempre um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LzyJZ7vimr4/RtawrmdOEoI/AAAAAAAAAns/I28LeHi2T6w/s400/retro%2Bloll.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;lollo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_54825242"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E aí,gostaram do que viram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Detalhes importantes: Duas imagens "falando" de sexo,mais saibam: Eu não sou nenhuma pervertida(ou será que sou?) e na imagem de uma mulher sorrindo,o meu sonho não é ter dentes &amp;nbsp;viu galera,?!Eu tenho,graças a Deus e as escovadas que dou todos os dias.O sonho, é ser feliz mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora repasso pra &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;blogueiros&lt;/span&gt; que eu amo e quero ver(saber) mais um pouco deles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009390"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://anamgs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009395"&gt;Dri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009395"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.driviaro.com.br/"&gt;Viaro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tf-pensamentos-soltos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tainá&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://elosnohorizonte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sutiaquarentaeseis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raysla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009418"&gt;Luciana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009418"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhosepensamentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;klopper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009423"&gt;Luciana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afroditeparamaiores.com/"&gt; P.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009429"&gt;Ju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009429"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://umlugaraosolpertodovento.blogspot.com/"&gt;fuzetto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meuladocontido.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silvia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuiiluminado.blogspot.com/"&gt;Athila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;A&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009444"&gt;manda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_229009444"&gt; e &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://descompassodelas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thamilys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://artevasta.blogspot.com/"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://byinsideme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bethiamorim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://umaverdadeiratiburcia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiburciana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://juliano-sorrirchorando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juliano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://taipandomesticada.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://allannysl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nanda Assis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/TANY7dQqCkI/AAAAAAAABBY/Vp4qn-0LFGQ/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2144379075270402898</id><published>2010-05-16T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:00:35.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta pouco agora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S_DYI9EMTFI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-ru3pWJ3g2c/s1600/estrada+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S_DYI9EMTFI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-ru3pWJ3g2c/s400/estrada+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Dia desses meu coração por instantes se apertou e eu lembrei do seu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Engraçado relembrar isso agora...tenho a &amp;nbsp;sensação de estar falando de alguém que se foi há anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E sabe o que&amp;nbsp;é mais estranho nisso pra mim?o seu cheiro não esteve lá,junto com as minhas lembranças.(você sabe,eu amava seu cheiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lembrei dos seus beijos,a sua mão a me tocar,o quão febril eu ficava só de estar ao seu lado...lembrei que antes de você eu nunca havia sentido isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Deu vontade de tudo...de terminar de assistir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;,(acredita que ainda não terminei?ainda mais agora que a TV daqui é de 42)de fazer aquela torta de frango,o&amp;nbsp;bolo de cenoura que você tanto adora,saudades de tomar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;caipirosca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;,falar besteiras com nossos amigos e rir,rir muito um do outro...das nossas conversas até de madrugada,e depois...o sofá,o chão,a cama...saudades do que sempre era perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Uma vez alguém me disse que de tão estranho que esse sentimento é,a palavra &amp;nbsp;"saudade" só existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;aqui no nosso Brasil.Na época achei &amp;nbsp;curioso isso...não sei se dá pra traduzir em palavras.Pra mim &amp;nbsp;é uma lembrança &amp;nbsp;que se faz pelo cheiro,a música,o gosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas como nada na vida são só flores,as lembranças de coisas não tão boas,e pouco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;prazerosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; me fizeram voltar pra terra e as boas se dissiparam como &amp;nbsp;nuvens &amp;nbsp;entre o vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Isso não passou de um sonho,um sonho longo e difícil de acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É muito chato de dizer isso,mais sabe o que pode acontecer de pior em um sonho?É que não dá pra comandar,e por isso não dá pra prever se ele pode virar pesadelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Na &amp;nbsp;vida,eu percorro vários &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;quilômetros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; todos os dias em busca da minha felicidade,dos meus sonhos.E &amp;nbsp;não é porque alguém me&amp;nbsp;decepcionou,ou &amp;nbsp;porque eu caí que eu vou deixar de acreditar que agora falta pouco,que está mais perto do que longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Como quando eu era uma criança ansiosa, que perguntava a minha mãe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;-Tá chegando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e ela respondia sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;- Tá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;pertinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;,calma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu continuo a mesma menina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;sapeca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; que tagarela sempre e pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;-Falta muito?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Só mudou pra quem,agora eu pergunto.Já que o caminho onde quero chegar é diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E eu que não sou nem melhor,nem pior que ninguém também esmoreço,fico com calos nos pés,e nem consigo ver o fim do horizonte.O caminho que me parece longo traz algum cisco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt; meus olhos.Mas como a paisagem é bela,trato logo de limpá-los pra que possa apreciar melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não tenho medo da distância nem do tempo que pode demorar pra eu sair dessa curva e alcançar a tão esperada felicidade.E sabe por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ele sempre sussurra ao meu ouvido "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;,tá chegando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #76a5af;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&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/1541424990606548812-2144379075270402898?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2144379075270402898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2144379075270402898&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2144379075270402898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2144379075270402898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/05/falta-pouco-agora.html' title='Falta pouco agora...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S_DYI9EMTFI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-ru3pWJ3g2c/s72-c/estrada+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-5220185581195568516</id><published>2010-05-02T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:17:30.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como um dente-de-leão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S95j2JlZlcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GVFNqrF4hNg/s1600/dente-de-leao2-736858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S95j2JlZlcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GVFNqrF4hNg/s400/dente-de-leao2-736858.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como eu explico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preciso de água,de ser regada,cuidada,ouvida,acarinhada,amada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preciso estar eufórica,sentir falta na hora que for dormir,na hora do acordar,do almoço em que vou ter ajuda pra cortar o cheiro verde,ou no temperar da salada, quando for assistir aquele filme,só pra comentar com você ou quando for escovar os dentes(e não ter vergonha de fazer, falando na sua frente)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu gosto de compartilhar,de ser amiga,confidente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E é de tudo isso que depende o tempo da minha euforia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que pode ser eterna como o nascer do sol e o seu repousar ou efêmera como um estalar de dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; A conversa flui,e é de uma leveza...que claro,as vezes é interrompida por perguntas indiscretas que teimam em me corar a face.Não que eu vá reclamar, pelo contrário,eu até gosto.Não me faço de rogada devolvo como num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mundoeducacao.com.br/upload/conteudo_legenda/058f515a79d8be4ebf3595dc633b0dba.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pingue-pongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;, uma que (acredito)o deixa mais enrrubecido do que eu.Porque eu gosto tanto,ou mais que ele.Isso é incontestável e eu não vou ficar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1225043045&amp;amp;pid=1225072340704"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fazendo tipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; É inteligente e bem humorado.(Papai noel chegou mais cedo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Inteligência pra mim é afrodisíaco.E eu não tô dizendo que pra me fisgar tem que ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.uncyc.org/pt/c/c9/Nerdloiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; ou saber tudo sobre a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://conversasimagens.no.sapo.pt/einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Teoria da relatividade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;,longe disso.Pra mim,está mais na forma que ele se esquiva das minhas perguntas,ou de como ele as responde,das piadinhas que são feitas a partir delas.Porque pra ser engraçado, tem que ser inteligente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mesmo sem contato com a minha pele conseguiu me deixar segura,acreditar que naquela hora tinha alguém(além de Deus)que torcia por mim."Ouviu" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PYQQSs9c09Q/SQ2yFgRiuHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/b_wDv4ML7Fg/1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;todas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;minha lamúrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;,(que não foram poucas)e com toda a paciência,conseguiu me acalmar e me dar conselhos sábios.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E mesmo nas nossas pausas,quando não estamos nos "falando" se faz presente inesperadamente,nos momentos mais importantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Depois de relembrar o quão é gostoso,e suave essa história(com momentos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaBBHTqa9RM/SjzZWEDScgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JGbfSEknESw/s320/casal-apaixonado.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;desejos, volúpias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;)me pergunto se "eu sou doida demais" como naquela música(pode rir,eu deixo) ou se esse, é que é o normal e eu sempre estive vivendo o desespero da pressa, e por isso tudo sempre foi tão fugaz?(3,4 anos,alguns muitos meses... nesse momento pra mim, foram fugazes)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Não me preocupo com respostas.Nem com o caminho a ser percorrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Só tenho medo de ser tão leve que voe pra longe...Mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mesmo que seja como um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lrqa.pt/ptsite/content/imagelibrary/images/dente%20de%20leao%20powerpoint%20-%20pequena%20-%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dente-de-leão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;,não vou nunca te soprar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ao menos seu colinho eu quero sempre ter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-5220185581195568516?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/5220185581195568516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=5220185581195568516&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5220185581195568516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5220185581195568516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-um-dente-de-leao.html' title='Como um dente-de-leão'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S95j2JlZlcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GVFNqrF4hNg/s72-c/dente-de-leao2-736858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2053092718995861079</id><published>2010-04-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:11:31.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso no rosto?1/2 caminho andado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S9BnGIkLIdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Bet9neJlxDI/s1600/mosaico1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S9BnGIkLIdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Bet9neJlxDI/s400/mosaico1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tá tudo muito bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tá tudo muito bem.Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S9BnGIkLIdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Bet9neJlxDI/s72-c/mosaico1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6495208283359895338</id><published>2010-04-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:15:08.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasília 50 anos:Minha vida,nossa história.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S8vJl2t8jtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ahNA2va6qnI/s1600/caliandra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S8vJl2t8jtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ahNA2va6qnI/s400/caliandra.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Amor é um sentimento louco não? Às vezes nos deixa obcecados, quase sempre nos faz acordar e dormir com o mesmo desejo em mente: "Estar com quem se ama”. E quando esse amor é ainda um projeto? Só um sonho? Um sonho em que você (um topetudo - com todo respeito e orgulho) decide que vai existir, acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foi isso que Juscelino Kubitschek fez: no dia 21 de abril de 1960, diante de um sonho, um desejo, fez nascer uma mulher linda, forte, com tantas cores, sotaques e raças. Um avião. Essa é Brasília, um avião.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas esse romance não nasceu sozinho, assim como nenhum outro. Teve ajuda de muitas pessoas. Algumas que hoje são famosas e sempre lembradas como Lúcio Costa, Oscar Niemeyer, Bernardo Sayão, entre tantos outros, que se fizeram de cupidos e viram de perto esse amor nascer, crescer e se consolidar e outras pessoas de quem&amp;nbsp; pouco se sabe dizer hoje: os candangos. Ilustres desconhecidos que deixaram no rosto do Brasiliense a marca da mistura de diferenças que formaram o amor de uma igualdade. Falamos “oxi”, “trem bão”, somos marrentos e espertos...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Desse amor nasceu um lago lindo que emana calma, filhos que ela faz questão de brincar quando vai ao parque da cidade, quando sobe na torre de TV e pode apreciar a paisagem. JK criou uma mulher forte, exótica, em que o céu é de um azul tão lindo que parece que foi pintado (e foi,pelas mãos do Pai), de terra vermelha, de flores lindas do nosso cerrado. Uma mulher que hoje, na maturidade de seus 50 anos, não deixa de sonhar. Assim como fez o seu amado, quando previa&amp;nbsp;a realização de ser capital do país e automaticamente, dos sonhos. E agora Brasília aguarda ansiosamente com o dia em que seus filhos, os que a ajudaram a nascer, os que nasceram aqui, os que chegaram depois, serão motivos&amp;nbsp;só de orgulho. Engraçado dizer isso, né? Mas ela é uma mãe normal, que ama e sonha sempre com a felicidade dos seus filhos. Que os ensina o caminho que devem andar, pra que eles nunca se desviem do certo e a façam chorar. Uma mãezona que ela é.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Então diante de uma história tão linda de amor em que eu protagonizo do lado de minha mãe, estou aqui pra dizer que valeu a pena amar, que valeu a pena sonhar e que esses sentimentos serão sempre os mais importantes. Com eles podemos tudo! Eu posso ser uma menina, ou uma mulher,mãe,filha. Posso morar no Gama, um filho valoroso, posso amar minha terra e ser feliz por fazer parte dessa história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É pique! É pique! É pique, é pique, é pique...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;A flor?Uma Caliandra,flor típica daqui do cerrado(Linda, não?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-6495208283359895338?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6495208283359895338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6495208283359895338&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6495208283359895338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6495208283359895338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/04/brasilia-50-anosminha-vidanossa.html' title='Brasília 50 anos:Minha vida,nossa história.'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Carência é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;uma merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;muito ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(Não gente,não sou eu que estou carente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gracias a Dios)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E se o ser carente for mulher então...pensa num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edcG-WHdBPU/SXVSucn1v9I/AAAAAAAAC7I/OwJP7wyMfSY/s1600-R/-226-1111954595-ugly_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ega o primeiro que olhar pra ela por mais de 22 segundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amiga,você que já passou dos 30 e tem um emprego legal,a sua casa,seu carro,alguns amigos.Não se desespere, não aceite a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;primeira esmola que lhe oferecerem.Isso só da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;história com final triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vai sair,engrossar aquela perninha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;canela,joelho e canela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;dançando,viajar é uma boa também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quê mais?Hum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mudar o visual,se amar mais um pouquinho...só não vale ficar correndo atrás de homem dizendo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TE AMO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;como se isso fosse "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;bom dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;, enquanto ele responde:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(ou pior,nem isso.Ignore por completo a sua linda declaração de amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;porque eu malho me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;eeeeeeermo kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;é deprimente de ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ei, você da pamonha...é de doce?Ah, como eu te amo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Pois não senhora,estarei te amando.Aguarde um breve momento.(musiquinha infernal de fundo)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"A vermelha de rendinhas por favor.A propósito,eu disse que te amo quando você começou a me atender?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nessas horas,(vergonha alheia mode on)é que eu gosto da minha frieza,é que eu acho lindo não expressar sentimentos assim tão fácil.(mas fácil me arrancar dinheiro,garanto.E se eu disse,foi do fundo do coração)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Normalmente esse não é um blog de aconselhamento.Na verdade,esse não é um blog de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É o MEU blog e portanto eu escrevo o que quero(e vocês leitores lindos e inteligentes,e queridos,e maravilhosos,e com um extremo bom gosto que sempre lêem e comentam,vão achar normal.E se tiverem senso de humor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;vão rir &amp;nbsp;um pouco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;da desgraça alheia.Ah...sei que já riram da minha...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&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/1541424990606548812-441978979786710945?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/441978979786710945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=441978979786710945&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/441978979786710945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/441978979786710945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/04/eute-amo-nao-e-bom-dia.html' title='&quot;EuTe amo&quot; não é &quot;Bom dia&quot;'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S8aPjqet2EI/AAAAAAAAA7I/s5DosX7BBUE/s72-c/o%2Bamor%2B%C3%A9%2Bcego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2293143172615368565</id><published>2010-04-03T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:11:24.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idas e vindas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S7c-QHpjM7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/qDIC28cOuW4/s1600/esperar+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S7c-QHpjM7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/qDIC28cOuW4/s400/esperar+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você vai,mais volta logo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não se demore,porque meu corpo não consegue ficar longe do teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que eu sinto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na verdade não sei explicar...só sei que preciso de você.Do seu sorriso bobo,do seu cheiro que empregna em mim,da sua barba a roçar minha nuca,das coisas que sua boca fala ao fazermos amor...Sentir isso que eu não sei o nome me faz sentir viva.Viva e feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que é porque essas coisas de paixão não tem explicação,que é porque se tornou um vício te amar.(Um vício que eu adoro ter,aliás)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Sabe o que eu estou fazendo agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já pensando na tua volta.Em como a saudade deixa tudo mais gostoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vai mais volta rápido,que a sede de ti não acaba nunca e eu estou aqui a te esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-2293143172615368565?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2293143172615368565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2293143172615368565&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2293143172615368565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2293143172615368565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/04/idas-e-vindas.html' title='Idas e vindas'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S7c-QHpjM7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/qDIC28cOuW4/s72-c/esperar+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6156985804328125630</id><published>2010-03-28T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:34:12.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maktub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6_Ycz8l3jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/184dLsnihZE/s1600/sou+teu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6_Ycz8l3jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/184dLsnihZE/s400/sou+teu.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A saudade era tamanha,que não houve tempo nem pra se despir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi ali mesmo,em pé.No calor da paixão,do tesão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depois sua boca desvendou cada canto do meu corpo,como só você faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Virou de lado e com todo fogo que ferve nas entranhas, veio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah!E como veio.E voltou,e veio de novo,e mais uma vez.Até não poder(nem querer)parar de ir e vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seu cheiro empregnou no meu corpo,está preso em meus lençois.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Resistir pra que,se era óbvio que isso iria voltar acontecer mais cedo ou mais tarde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20060809135308AAt5MYQ"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAKTUB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sempre fui o seu encaixe perfeito,e não seria uma ou outra ilusão que iria mudar&amp;nbsp; o que já estava escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Negar...Adiar...Só mostra que,realmente mentir pra si mesmo é sempre a pior mentira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não há como negar,eu sou tua e tu é meu.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Só meu&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/1541424990606548812-6156985804328125630?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6156985804328125630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6156985804328125630&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6156985804328125630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6156985804328125630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/maktub.html' title='Maktub'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6_Ycz8l3jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/184dLsnihZE/s72-c/sou+teu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2630337737886366040</id><published>2010-03-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:22:52.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu posso agradecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S67Y4HQy46I/AAAAAAAAA6M/yeIlX6QzO0Y/s1600/felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S67Y4HQy46I/AAAAAAAAA6M/yeIlX6QzO0Y/s400/felicidade.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Era finalzinho de dezembro,e junto com o ano que findava vinha toda uma esperança que a deixava ora triste,ora feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angustiada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.Acho que era essa a palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não via motivos pra angústia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amava e era correspondida,fazia o curso que sempre sonhou em uma faculdade federal,era querida por muitos(não por todos.A vida não é assim),era bonita...o que faltava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você tem a resposta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Eu não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É engraçado como o nosso problema é sempre o maior,como a nossa dor parece não ter fim.Quando na verdade,se você puder comparar verá que não é nada perder uma amizade,(se perdeu,é porque não era verdadeira)estudar,estudar e não passar num concurso,(persista,a sua hora vai chegar)ou até mesmo sofrer por um grande amor(que não era grande,muito menos amor.Porque eu digo isso?Não acredito no fim das coisas que são verdadeiras.Elas serão SEMPRE eternas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se você comparar suas mazelas com as de quem perdeu alguém muito querido pra morte(essa perda é verdadeira e incomparável),ou se aquela que é sua amiga desde sempre,descobre que ta com um câncer e vai ter que amputar a perna pra quem sabe assim se salvar,ou então compare a sua dor com aquele que a chuva veio e levou a sua casa com TUDO que durante anos ele batalhou pra ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Comparou?Deu pra dimensionar o tamanho da sua dor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu consigo ver por esse lado,e é claro que diante dos tais exemplos sinto vergonha alheia. &lt;strike&gt;e minha também &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É minha gente,temos é que agradecer a Deus pela cama quentinha,pela mamãe querida que puxa nossas orelhas vez ou outra,&lt;strike&gt;com motivo ou não&lt;/strike&gt;(quem não tem,meus sinceros sentimentos)pelas pernocas grossas &lt;strike&gt;a minha é \0/&lt;/strike&gt; ou finas,(elas na verdade,servem é pra andar né?)pela sanidade que temos, &lt;strike&gt;temos? &lt;/strike&gt;ah,por tantas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ela tinha todos os motivos que a gente precisa pra ser feliz e não era.Daí, cá estava eu pensando com os meus botões e me veio essa: &lt;i&gt;Se a gente cresce e passa a vida TODA perseguindo a felicidade,que graça teria se ela viesse assim...de bandeja?Será que ser feliz demais enjoa?Imagino eu,que quando não há mais objetivos na vida,não há mais vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então,diante dos meus mais loucos devaneios em um sábado a noite, &lt;strike&gt;sem ter o que fazer&lt;/strike&gt; diante do descrito posso afirmar que:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ei,psiu!Você que tá lascado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É,você mesmo...se preocupa não bobo.As lágrimas secam.Pra isso temos o vento,o sol e&amp;nbsp; se tiver chovendo melhor ainda.Ninguém vai nem perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acredite,pior não pode ficar! &lt;strike&gt;será que pode? &lt;/strike&gt;E com as quedas sempre tiramos boa lições. &lt;strike&gt;fora os burros tipo eu hehehe&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/1541424990606548812-2630337737886366040?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2630337737886366040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2630337737886366040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2630337737886366040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2630337737886366040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-posso-agradecer.html' title='Eu posso agradecer'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S67Y4HQy46I/AAAAAAAAA6M/yeIlX6QzO0Y/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6551532426683743047</id><published>2010-03-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:17:30.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ombro amigo pra chorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6hb65JsJxI/AAAAAAAAA58/PPR6qVM2DSM/s1600-h/consolar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6hb65JsJxI/AAAAAAAAA58/PPR6qVM2DSM/s320/consolar.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O meu ombro serviu de aconchego pra ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu ouvidos ouviram uma história tão triste,que meus olhos ao verem dos seus correrem lágrimas,não aguentaram e o seguiram no mesmo gesto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Era dor,e era dor de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu disse a ele como uma mãe que ama seu filho e quer cuidar.Quer o livrar do sofrimento,da dor.Falei que ela não o merecia &lt;strike&gt;bixa safada,fazendo meu amigo chorar?&lt;/strike&gt;,que aquele tão grande amor estava sendo disperdiçado,e que aquela história(que ao meu ver nunca nem começara)já havia tido um fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas alguém aí já ouviu falar de dor de amor ter ouvidos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tem nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tem é só um coração dilacerado que implora por paz,por esquecimento,por relógio correndo,por razão de viver que não tenha o sorriso da fulana metido no pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nessas horas cada um se apega com o que lhe é mais certo de funcionar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Uns recorrem a farra com os amigos que outrora se divertia nas noitadas.Mas e quando isso não diverte mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Outros bebem.Pensam que talvez bebendo vão conseguir esquecer.E até pode ser que esqueçam mesmo,porque no meio daquele mal estar da ressaca não da pra lembrar de nada,não é verdade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Há também aqueles que procuram na sua velha agenda o que será a sua salvação.Tola esperança,já que nenhuma outra tem o seu cheiro,o seu toque,sabe como conduzir o seu corpo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E o que resta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Minha amiga" Martha Medeiros diz que &lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;O tempo não cura tudo. Aliás, o tempo não cura nada, o  tempo apenas tira o incurável do centro das atenções."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E eu devo concordar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se agora você sente uma dor que não é capaz de mensurar...Acredite,ela vai passar!Aos poucos vai diminuindo até que não sinta mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Isso não que dizer que não vão haver cicatrizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Na vida nunca se tem certeza de nada.Quem garante, que mesmo lá na frente,mesmo você&amp;nbsp; seguindo o seu caminho quando olhar pra elas não se lembre com pesar, magoado?Acontece,mas não será como a dor daquele dia que você chorou e doeu tanto que te deu até falta de ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A gente desde pequeno cresce tentando não ser preterido(Amamos todos com medo de não ser recíproco.Por isso tanto agrado a professora,ao amiguinho,ao primeiro amor)e quando isso acontece, mesmo nós adultos velhos de guerra &lt;strike&gt;vocês,porque eu sou adulta NOVA de guerra&lt;/strike&gt; não sabemos como lidar.Acho que ninguém NUNCA vai estar preparado pra rejeição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E se junto da rejeição houver um amigo coração de manteiga, &lt;strike&gt;burro&lt;/strike&gt; que acredite que &lt;i&gt;"se ela falou tal coisa,é porque ainda me quer" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;usar?dúvidas?&lt;/strike&gt; ,que &lt;i&gt;"se ela não me contou,é porque não quer que eu saiba.Ta confusa"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strike&gt;não te considera&lt;/strike&gt; e em tantos outros "sinais" que na verdade se chamam esperança e medo de encarar a verdade de frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas nós sabemos também que tem filha da cuca,(blog de família,nada de palavrão)&lt;strike&gt;aham&lt;/strike&gt; que gosta de fazer joguinhos né?De se sentirem valorizadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí vai um recadinho pra essas &lt;strike&gt;rampeiras&lt;/strike&gt; moças: &lt;i&gt;"Aproveitem ao máximo seus minutinhos(que podem ser semanas,meses e &lt;strike&gt;PASMEM&lt;/strike&gt; as vezes anos) de importância.Porque quando a ficha cair &lt;strike&gt;eu sou da época que o orelhão usava ficha&lt;/strike&gt; eu não quero ser você.Se rolar aquele arrependimentosinho básico então...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;" &lt;/i&gt;levou um chifre?Coisa boa!eu acho é lindo kkk&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;strike&gt;meu amigo é melhor em TODOS os quisitos?que peeeeeeeena...perdeu malandra kkk&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O que fazer então?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não há receitas prontas,mas garanto que o ombro amigo se não resolver,ao menos alivia.E eu tenho dois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Alguém precisando... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-6551532426683743047?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6551532426683743047/comments/default' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6hb65JsJxI/AAAAAAAAA58/PPR6qVM2DSM/s72-c/consolar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-5973413741902910318</id><published>2010-03-20T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:04:51.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns minha princesa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6TVy5-_4oI/AAAAAAAAA50/67_MSsWjdXY/s1600-h/princesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6TVy5-_4oI/AAAAAAAAA50/67_MSsWjdXY/s640/princesa.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela é  linda,carinhosa,sentimentals(rs),a PEPEzuda da mamãe.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem os cachinhos mais lindos,e aqueles olhinhos?redondinhos e ao  mesmo tempo apertadinhos.(vou confessar,eu caprichei na nêga)&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a minha amiga e companheirinha,meu presente mais precioso.&lt;br /&gt;Ela fala mais que o homem da cobra,do leite,e aquele que vendia  "galinhas rojas"(alguém lembra?)tudo junto.(pra quem será que essa  menina puxou?kkk)&lt;br /&gt;Ela é inteligente(começou a ler aos 4 anos.ORGULHO)&lt;br /&gt;É a &lt;a href="http://img.blogs.abril.com.br/1/perolasdemulher/imagens/felicia.jpg"&gt;Felícia&lt;/a&gt; do Davizinho.É amor demais rs,daqueles que as vezes até  sufoca(Davizinho que o diga)&lt;br /&gt;É sapecona e as vezes(muitas,inclusive)"mal ouvida"&lt;br /&gt;É o meu amor,o meu orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há exatos 6 anos eu estava fazendo um escândalo no hospital(juro!rs)e  nunca poderia imaginar que uma dor tão grande poderia me trazer um amor  maior ainda.&lt;br /&gt;É INEXPLICÁVEL esse sentimento que vem de Deus.Então, hoje eu só tenho a  agradecer a Deus por ser tão bom pra mim e ter te colocado filha,no meu  caminho.Pra me ajudar a ser uma pessoa melhor,pra me ensinar e cuidar de  mim.Aí você pode até se perguntar:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  "Ué,mas não é pra ser o contrário?" &lt;/span&gt;até deveria ser,mas a cada  dia eu percebo o quanto tenho aprendido com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMO MAIS QUE PÃO DE SAL QUENTINHO COM  MANTEIGA DE LEITE,MAIS QUE MOUSSE DE MARACUJÁ,MAIS QUE DIA DE SOL,MAIS  QUE COMER E DEPOIS DORMIR,MAIS QUE FALAR BESTEIRA(e olha que eu falo  sempre),MAIS QUE FAZER O QUE ME DÁ NA TELHA...MAIS NÃO MAIS DO QUE O SEU  SORRISO LINDO(esses dentinhos da frente vão trocar e vai ficar mais  lindo ainda kkk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉNS MINHA LINDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-5973413741902910318?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/5973413741902910318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=5973413741902910318&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5973413741902910318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5973413741902910318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/parabens-minha-princesa.html' title='Parabéns minha princesa!!!!'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6TVy5-_4oI/AAAAAAAAA50/67_MSsWjdXY/s72-c/princesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-5105774832570749983</id><published>2010-03-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:58:53.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O saldo é positivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6Dgy66_wtI/AAAAAAAAA5k/1fljldVft7U/s1600-h/euzinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6Dgy66_wtI/AAAAAAAAA5k/1fljldVft7U/s400/euzinha.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Querendo saber...esse é o nome daqui né?Dessa minha casinha sem teto,mas com uma cama e aconchego&lt;strike&gt; e bagunça &lt;/strike&gt;que só meu quarto tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aqui eu posso ser eu,posso ser outras,melhor ou pior do que quem sou.O que eu quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi por querer saber mais de outro(outra,que você sabe quem é né amiga sumida?)que eu conheci esse mundo,peguei gosto e cá estou por mais de dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por aqui já firmei laços de amizade em que posso afirmar com toda certeza &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SERÁ PRA SEMPRE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,por aqui conheci pessoas que moram láááá lonjão(São Paulo,Bahia,Rondônia,Fortaleza,Belém,Rio de janeiro(né Lu? rs)...)mas pertim do meu coração.Por aqui me conheci melhor,pude saber mais de mim...e isso me faz tão bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já chorei,ri,falei verdades,contei histórias que não eram reais,li comentários lindos que me motivam a continuar e acreditar, que eu escrevendo até que dou pro gasto, &lt;strike&gt;só as vezes,na maior parte do tempo é uma merda rsrsrs&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;li comentários de pessoas covardes(por isso agora a espera por aprovação) que assim como eu fiz um dia,entraram e me conheceram um pouco mais pelo que escrevo, e tentaram usar isso contra a mim(eu não fiz isso não hein!).A diferença entre eu e os covardes é que eu assumo sempre quem sou e&amp;nbsp; graças a Deus tenho o dom de fazer amizades e de conquistar pessoas maravilhosas pra participar da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por aqui já amei e me senti amada, &lt;strike&gt;mesmo que não tenha sido verdadeiramente&lt;/strike&gt; quis &lt;strike&gt;matar&lt;/strike&gt; bater,desejei e falei como fui desejada,desejei não desejar,sonhei,compartilhei...&lt;strike&gt;fui&lt;/strike&gt; sou feliz com esse diário nada secreto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se eu já pensei em parar de escrever?Claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se já me faltou inspiração?Todos os dias,é só ler que irá perceber&lt;strike&gt;. rsrs&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Mas como tudo na vida é fase...ainda mais pra mim que um dia quero muito e no outro nem lembro mais que existe... continuo aqui, até sei lá quando.Até que eu não "queira mais saber de nada". &lt;strike&gt;impossível&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não,hoje não é aniversário do blog.Na verdade o niver desse meu cantinho é dia 05 de abril,mas eu nunca comemorei.Não porque não mereça,acho que é porque eu sou desligadona mesmo.&lt;strike&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então porque estou escrevendo isso aqui?Ah,sei lá...tá um sol lindo lá fora com um ventinho bem gostoso,e nesses dias gosto de falar de coisas boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/1541424990606548812-5105774832570749983?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S6Dgy66_wtI/AAAAAAAAA5k/1fljldVft7U/s72-c/euzinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3291763030811713747</id><published>2010-03-14T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:36:07.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele fala por mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu, bem como 90% da população brasileira(essa porcentagem é mentirosa,já que não fiz pesquisa rs)tenho orkut e muitas comunidades &lt;strike&gt;mais comunidade que amigos,inclusive &lt;/strike&gt;que falam por mim.Uma delas diz que Renato russo é meu pisicólogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escolhi essa música por ter uma letra perfeita,porque ela fala muito bem o que eu pensei em dizer algumas vezes.Mas se tratando de Legião Urbana eu poderia ter usado...sei lá,umas 50,100 outras músicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando eu crescer quero conseguir me expressar tão bem quanto ele.&lt;strike&gt;piada né?rs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVWcfRN7fWE&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/yVWcfRN7fWE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu Era um  Lobisomen Juvenil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/legiao-urbana/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sentido e palavra&lt;br /&gt;Palavra é!&lt;br /&gt;Que o coração não pensa&lt;br /&gt;Ontem faltou água&lt;br /&gt;Anteontem faltou luz&lt;br /&gt;Teve torcida gritando&lt;br /&gt;Quando a luz voltou(&lt;i&gt;as más líguas dizem que aqui no minhocão já foi assim(minhocão?apelido "carinhoso" dado ao prédio onde moro.DETALHE,esse é um dos mais bonitos&lt;/i&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;Não falo como você fala&lt;br /&gt;Mas vejo bem&lt;br /&gt;O que você me diz...(&lt;i&gt;Eu não falo como você fala obviamente, porque eu não minto as horas.Porque eu tento ser normal.Porque eu me afasto do que não quero.Porque eu não faço mal aos outros de propósito...E UFA!,eu consigo ver o que você diz nas entrelinhas&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Se o mundo é mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Parecido com o que vejo&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro acreditar&lt;br /&gt;No mundo do meu jeito(&lt;i&gt;Onde podemos confiar nas pessoas,onde nem todos são falsos egoítas e dissimulados&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;E você estava&lt;br /&gt;Esperando voar&lt;br /&gt;Mas como chegar&lt;br /&gt;Até as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Com os pés no chão...(?)(&lt;i&gt;Sonhando!as nuvens só se chega sonhando.)&lt;strike&gt;além claro do avião,hilicóptero e todas essas coisas que voam alto rs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Faz sentido e outras vezes&lt;br /&gt;Não descubro um motivo&lt;br /&gt;Que me explique porque é&lt;br /&gt;Que não consigo ver sentido&lt;br /&gt;No que sinto, que procuro&lt;br /&gt;O que desejo e o que faz parte&lt;br /&gt;Do meu mundo...(?)(&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Complicada e perfeitinha...ops,essa era outra música&lt;/strike&gt; Você entende?Se entender PLEASE me explique,porque nem eu consigo.Odeio,amo,quero que suma,quero sumir...&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Todos têm, todos têm&lt;br /&gt;Suas próprias razões...(&lt;i&gt;Até pode ser,mas tem que me convencer que a sua razão vale machucar um coração&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Qual foi a semente&lt;br /&gt;Que você plantou?(&lt;i&gt;É meu amigo,tente se lembrar...se foi traição,falta de respeito,de consideração...é isso que você irá colher&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu mesmo sei direito&lt;br /&gt;O que está acontecendo(?)(&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Num sei,só sei que foi assim&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;E daí, de hoje em diante&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia vai ser&lt;br /&gt;O dia mais importante...(!)(&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Vai sim,e só EU posso fazer isso&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Prá ser só seu&lt;br /&gt;É só não se esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei aqui...(&lt;i&gt;Não assim tão fácil,como a música ressalta&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Não digo nada(!)(&lt;i&gt;Já falei demais,me cansei&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Espero o vendaval passar(&lt;i&gt;e ele passa&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;O que você me falou&lt;br /&gt;Me fez rir e pensar&lt;br /&gt;Porque estou tão preocupado&lt;br /&gt;Por estar&lt;br /&gt;Tão preocupado assim..(&lt;i&gt;Eu ri,eu sinto vergonha alheia&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você quiser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Prá ser só seu&lt;br /&gt;É só não se esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei aqui...(&lt;i&gt;Na verdade,não pra essa outra face do Dr Lao)&lt;strike&gt;piada interna&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou então não terás jamais&lt;br /&gt;A chave do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renato falou por mim.Preciso dizer mais? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ps*CriONÇAS,NÃO este blog não esta virando gospel.(pelo menos ainda não)Sabe o que é?Aqui eu falo o que sinto(com meu coração)e o que penso.(tico e teco mode on)Então, nada mais normal falar de amor quando estou amando,de dor quando estou sofrendo,de sexo &lt;strike&gt;quando estou "precisada" ou saStifeita&lt;/strike&gt; quando me apetece,de Deus quando é Ele que fala ao meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Concordam?&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/1541424990606548812-3291763030811713747?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/3291763030811713747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=3291763030811713747&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3291763030811713747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3291763030811713747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/ele-fala-por-mim.html' title='Ele fala por mim.'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-5864486510110470966</id><published>2010-03-12T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:38:16.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que buscais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5skqifMB6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/ORZeSq9tzus/s1600-h/26-12-09_2222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5skqifMB6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/ORZeSq9tzus/s320/26-12-09_2222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Imagino que em algum momento da vida,você já tenha se feito essa pergunta: Porque eu?Porque Deus escolheu a mim pra nascer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;E acredito também, que mesmo hoje você&amp;nbsp; ainda não saiba as respostas. &lt;strike&gt;nem eu&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas de uma coisa eu tenho certeza,eu procuro a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Como?Vendo alegrias nas coisas simples da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Amando um dia de sol ou tomar banho de chuva,as gargalhadas dos meus filhos,comer pizza quentinha,falar besteiras com as amigas,amar e ser amada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Nesse busca insessante em que vivemos pra achar o caminho da felicidade,as vezes nos deparamos com dores,sofrimentos.Mas nem diante disso devemos nos abater.Devemos seguir em frente o continuar trilhando nosso caminho e buscando a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;E você o que tem feito?O que buscais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que  buscais"  &lt;/span&gt;no trabalho? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt; na  família? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt; no estudo? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que  buscais"&lt;/span&gt; no namoro? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt; no   casamento? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt; no lazer? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt; nas conversas? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que  buscais" &lt;/span&gt;nas reuniões sociais? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que  buscais"  &lt;/span&gt;nos canais de televisão? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt;  nas  bancas de revista? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt; nas ruas? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt; com seus olhos? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que  buscais"&lt;/span&gt; com seus ouvidos? &lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;"Que buscais"&lt;/span&gt;  com  suas mãos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Sim,porque disso depende o resultado final,a chegada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus fez essa pergunta a seus primeiros discípulos "Que buscais?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é uma pergunta que deve ser constante em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;O que buscamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt; ser humano está sempre  buscando alguma coisa. É da sua  própria natureza. Muitos não sabem o que procuram. Você sabe? Existe um  ditado  popular que diz: &lt;i&gt;Quem não sabe o que procura, quando acha, não  encontra&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Os discípulos não souberam responder e Jesus apenas disse: "Segue-me" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;Muitas vezes na vida não temos certeza do que buscamos,ficamos confusos,com medo de seguir em frente.Mas eu acredito que Jesus nos conhece e está olhando pra nós."Vem e vê" é o que Ele diz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Buscai, pois, em primeiro lugar, o seu reino e a sua justiça, e  todas estas coisas vos serão acrescentadas&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;strong&gt;(Mateus 6:33)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-size: small;"&gt;Diante do versículo citado eu faço o que?&lt;strike&gt;rsrs &lt;/strike&gt;Tenho calma,fico em paz,busco a Deus e espero a minha felicidade de braços abertos.&lt;strike&gt;Estudo,trabalho,procuro ser um ser humano melhor...Porque só esperar em Deus,não pode né gente?!rs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&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/1541424990606548812-5864486510110470966?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/5864486510110470966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=5864486510110470966&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5864486510110470966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5864486510110470966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-buscais.html' title='Que buscais?'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5skqifMB6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/ORZeSq9tzus/s72-c/26-12-09_2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-7287375347167912548</id><published>2010-03-11T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:08:25.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5hrguivO-I/AAAAAAAAA48/H4RTqtRZfPs/s1600-h/fabi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5hrguivO-I/AAAAAAAAA48/H4RTqtRZfPs/s320/fabi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se eu não escrevesse por aqui hoje,teria menos uma amiga.E como ta difícil arrumar amigos de verdade...Lá vai Fabileures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem gosta de aniversário?Eu gosto,mas o dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pra mim é sinônimo de ter que pensar&lt;strike&gt; imagina...&lt;/strike&gt; na vida,fazer "aquele" balanço.E isso geralmente não é muito agradável.MAS como que ta &lt;strike&gt;ficando velha&lt;/strike&gt; aniversariando hoje aqui, é a&lt;span id="goog_1268279369955"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268279369956"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Album?uid=13619373006583112987&amp;amp;aid=1205755715"&gt;Fabileures&lt;/a&gt; vou falar de alegria.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conheço essa menina(gostou?rs)a mais ou menos 12 anos e com o tempo o nosso laço de amizade foi so estreitando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ela é muito divertida,(gente besta,gosta dos iguais né?)sensível e amiga.Posso contar com ela sempre. &lt;strike&gt;me empresta dinheiro?&lt;/strike&gt; Ela me ouve,(e eu falo pra baralho)me entende e sempre torce por mim.(aí dela se não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Fabiana é uma das jóias que eu tenho no meu tesouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Já posso dar os parabéns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O que dizer que você não saiba?Que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;eu amo?Que eu me divirto SEMPRE que estamos juntas?Que você faz toda a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;diferença na minha vida?Que você é a filha linda e amada do Pai e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;consequentemente minha irmãnzinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Que Deus continue a me abençoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;com a sua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Album?uid=13619373006583112987&amp;amp;aid=1256396666" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;amizade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; pra sempre,que quando estivermos bem velhinhas,(daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;uns 70 anos)possamos continuar rindo das presepadas(e olha,que foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;muitas hein?!rs)que fizemos juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nem preciso dizer que pode contar comigo sempre né?(fora qnd a questão for dinheiro,claro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saúde,paz,amor(ta difícil,mas tenho fé que Deus vai mandar.Pra mim e pra tu kkk)dinheiro,e felicidade sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; TE AMO bem muitãozãozãozão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-7287375347167912548?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/7287375347167912548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=7287375347167912548&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/7287375347167912548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/7287375347167912548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-eu-nao-escrevesse-por-aqui-hojeteria.html' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5hrguivO-I/AAAAAAAAA48/H4RTqtRZfPs/s72-c/fabi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-8645403160284083590</id><published>2010-03-09T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:06:48.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só o amor explica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5cYF2Y5fSI/AAAAAAAAA40/jzEJbLa8-Zk/s1600-h/bbz%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5cYF2Y5fSI/AAAAAAAAA40/jzEJbLa8-Zk/s320/bbz%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estava conversando com uma amiga esses dias,em como hoje eu consigo entender as mulheres que apanham dos seus parceiros e continuam com eles.Não que eu ache bonito ou certo,longe disso.Mas eu consigo compreender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem nunca teve uma relação onde tenha ficado cego?&lt;strike&gt;Se você não teve benhê,sinto te dizer:VOCÊ TERÁ e é um *&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você vê os defeitos,enumera todos eles,constata que em sã conciência um ser desse tipo nunca entraria nem no rol dos seus colegas.Mas mesmo assim "o canto da sereia" ainda te facina? Bem vinda ao clube!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nem adianta se animar porque eu NÃO tenho receita pra esse "encanto" se quebrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na verdade acho que isso tem a ver com carência, &lt;strike&gt;aí você aceita qualquer traste que esteja dando sopa &lt;/strike&gt;e falta de opção. &lt;strike&gt;o negócio ta fei aqui no Gama,o que faço eu?E agora,que poderá me salvar?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em alguns casos podemos tem um sono profundo como o da Bela adormecida.&lt;strike&gt;Principalmente se ficarmos esperando pelo Príncipe encantado&lt;/strike&gt; e as coisas podem demorar 1,2,sei lá...3 anos pra se resolver.Mas anime-se AGORA.TUDO nessa vida tem um fim.Inclusive "os coisa ruim" que atrasam &lt;strike&gt;atrasaram&lt;/strike&gt; a sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ta doendo?Tem muita raiva?Nojo?Prefere uma dor de dente a um homem sonso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quando o sonso magoa aqueles que você mais ama?e quando você desiste de acreditar que ele,pode amar tanto quanto você também?E se você resolve "lavar as suas mãos" e dar um basta nesse teatro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chega de acreditar em conto da carochinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pau que nasce torto,pode até se indireitar(afinal não há impossível pra Deus),dar uma lapidada,melhorada,mais só se REALMENTE o quiser.Porque do contrário,aquela cicatriz que ainda resta no lugar que outrora foi torto vai sempre aparecer e o fazer mais torto do que antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinceramente...do fundo do meu coração,gostaria muito de estar enganada,Mas esses três anos só me levam a crer que não.E portanto,não vou me arrepender de uma vírgula que disse aos gritos,aos prantos e com tanto pesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem eu amo estará SEMPRE em primeiro lugar na minha vida e eu irei defender a sua inocência do mal caratismo que ousar querer brincar com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amanhã VOU acordar com o coração mais leve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe como eu tenho tanta certeza?A inocência transformada em amor irá sorrir pra mim.Detalhe,ela faz "covinhas" quando ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O príncipe da foto é o meu caçula,Davizinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-8645403160284083590?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/8645403160284083590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=8645403160284083590&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8645403160284083590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8645403160284083590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-o-amor-explica.html' title='Só o amor explica'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5cYF2Y5fSI/AAAAAAAAA40/jzEJbLa8-Zk/s72-c/bbz%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6172919988852894566</id><published>2010-03-07T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:49:37.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu estou com você,isso é tudo que você precisa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5SAnROi2xI/AAAAAAAAA4c/hiBTiKZm-rs/s1600-h/Help.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5SAnROi2xI/AAAAAAAAA4c/hiBTiKZm-rs/s320/Help.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem leu o post anterior vai entender melhor este. &lt;strike&gt;olha o markenting pra lerem todos. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já falei sobre provações,(na minha humilde opnião)e dessa vez quero falar em "como ser fraco não é de todo ruim".&lt;strike&gt;tão pensando que eu pirei de vez né? &lt;/strike&gt;Porque a fraqueza não é um pecado ou vício de cárater que se possa mudar,como, por exemplo,exagerar&amp;nbsp; na comida &lt;strike&gt;já to mudando gente.Juro!&lt;/strike&gt; ou ser impaciente. &lt;strike&gt;nesse quisito também&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todo mundo tem fraquezas?CLARO que sim.&lt;strike&gt;A Sasha até escreve errado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Temos fraquezas que são defeitos,imperfeições(físicas,emocionais,intelectuais,e espirituais)e isso pode até piorar &lt;strike&gt;ai lascou tudo&lt;/strike&gt; se tivermos problemas financeiros &lt;strike&gt;Money que é &lt;i&gt;good e nós&lt;/i&gt; num have&lt;/strike&gt; e emocionais. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;homens&lt;/i&gt;,ô racinha...rs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A bíblia é cheia de exemplos sobre como Deus adora usar pessoas comuns,imperfeitas.&lt;i&gt;Somos como vasos de barro nos quais esse tesouro é armazenado.O poder real vem de Deus e não de nós.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moisés&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;="Genioso" &lt;strike&gt;tipo,eu assim&lt;/strike&gt; e que por ser assim,assassinou um egípcio,feriu a rocha com a qual deveria conversar e quebrou as tábuas dos Dez mandamentos.Ainda assim,Deus transformou Moisés em um homem muito paciente,mais do que qualquer outro que havia na terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gideão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;=Inseguro e com baixa auto-estima,mas Deus o transformou em um poderoso homem de valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abraão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;=Tinha muito medo,e Deus o transformou em o pai de todos os que crêem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;=Impulsivo &lt;strike&gt;será que tava falando de mim?&lt;/strike&gt; e sem força de vontade.Pedro se tornou pedra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Davi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;=De adúltero,se tornou homem segundo o coração de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;João&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;=Um dos arrogantes "Filhos do Trovão",se tornou o "Apóstolo do amor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lista é extensa porque ainda falta falar de Gideão,Baraque,Sansão,Jafté,Samuel e os profetas dos quais pela fé da fraqueza tiraram força.Deus é especialista em transformar fraqueza em força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou mostrar algumas das &lt;strike&gt;muuuuuuitas&lt;/strike&gt; minhas vulnerabilidades(Nada de usar contra a mim hein?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minhas falhas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:Eu sou muito impulsiva.NUNCA &lt;strike&gt;penso&lt;/strike&gt; pensava antes de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus sentimentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:Amo demais,fácil demais,e a muitas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minhas frustrações&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:Amar tanto e não ser amada,confiar demais nas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Maldito o homem que confia no homem&lt;/b&gt; Jeremias &lt;st1:numconv6p0 sch="1" val="17"&gt;17&lt;/st1:numconv6p0&gt;:&lt;st1:numconv6p0 sch="1" val="5"&gt;5&lt;/st1:numconv6p0&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus medos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:De gente invejosa(afinal de contas sou rica em saúde,e amor de Deus e dos meus filhos),da solidão,da Samara de "O Chamado"(ela é MUITO estranha!!!)de não conseguir acertar nunca(e eu não estou falando da Magasena)&lt;strike&gt; mas até que não seria ruim,né?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então devo dar glórias a Deus até nos momentos de fraqueza?Paulo disse: &lt;i&gt;Duma experiência assim vale a pena gloriar-se,porém não vou fazê-lo.Vou apenas gloriar-me de quão fraco sou e quão grandioso é Deus para usar uma fraqueza dessas para sua glória&lt;/i&gt;(2 Coríntios 12,5)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;As palavras de Paulo em 2 Coríntios 12:10 são impressionantes, &amp;nbsp;refletindo uma maturidade espiritual que poucos alcançam: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pelo &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;que sinto prazer nas fraquezas, nas injúrias, nas necessidades, nas perseguições, nas angústias, por amor de Cristo. Porque, quando sou fraco, então, é que sou forte."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ele sentia prazer no sofrimento! Será que nós sentimos a mesma coisa? É comum sentir pena de si, ou amargura, ou profunda depressão, mas sentir prazer? O comentário de Paulo não trata de alguma prática louca de autoflagelação, mas de sua capacidade de confiar plenamente no Senhor. Ele entendeu que o sofrimento nos oferece oportunidades para aproximar mais de Deus, e Paulo aproveitou tais oportunidades ao máximo. Da mesma forma que a pessoa que pratica ginástica ou musculação pode sentir prazer no esforço e sofrimento da malhação, visando os resultados em termos da saúde física, Paulo sentia prazer nas angústias da vida, tendo em vista os resultados de crescimento espiritual e do galardão eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então quando apontarem as suas fraquesas,concorde e não se preocupe porque Jesus compreende todas as nossas fraquezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;E quando você achar que não pode ir além do que já foi.Quando achar que não pode,não sabe ou não é.(algo bom hein!)Deus mostra que nada é por acaso,que mesmo num momento da queda,de fraqueza,Ele te usa e te capacita pra ser melhor,pra te mostrar o melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-6172919988852894566?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6172919988852894566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6172919988852894566&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6172919988852894566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6172919988852894566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-estou-com-voceisso-e-tudo-que-voce.html' title='Eu estou com você,isso é tudo que você precisa.'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S5SAnROi2xI/AAAAAAAAA4c/hiBTiKZm-rs/s72-c/Help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2795298719448577226</id><published>2010-03-01T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:47:46.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descansando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S4yIO6QN3WI/AAAAAAAAA4U/pMqA81bRpkE/s1600-h/bb+dormindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S4yIO6QN3WI/AAAAAAAAA4U/pMqA81bRpkE/s320/bb+dormindo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem aqui nunca ouviu falar de provação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu tenho vivido uma atrás da outra. &lt;strike&gt;putz!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gente,eu juro!Não atirei nenhuma pedrinha em Maria Madalena,nada de chiclete pregado na cruz,e nem pedi gorgeta quando servi na santa ceia.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu particulamente,acredito em destino sim.Mas também penso que o nosso destino pode mudar,de acordo com as nossas escolhas.E que por causa delas,de momentos sem reflexão pagamos um preço muito alto,que não precisávamos.&lt;i&gt;(Por ex:Tô grávida,e minha vida vai mudar um montão por conta disso.Aí eu por medo, vou lá e faço um aborto.Minha vida vai ter um rumo diferente não é mesmo?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; A Bíblia fala em várias passagems sobre provações&lt;i&gt; ...pois os nossos sofrimentos leves e momentâneos estão produzindo para nós uma glória eterna que pesa mais que todos eles.(2coríntios 4.17)&lt;/i&gt; e em vários &lt;strike&gt;se não em todos&lt;/strike&gt; fala-se de como seremos recompensados depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mas na hora da dor,do medo,da raiva,da injustiça,tudo que se quer é que aquilo passe,que acabe logo e nem pensamos no depois.Não pensamos que com as quedas podemos estar crescendo.&lt;strike&gt;Eita,menti!Penso no depois sim.Em quanto a mão de Deus pode pesar em quem foi injusto comigo.Mas se eu tiver sido injusta também...tô frita no óleo da batata.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Que criança começando a andar não teve uma queda feia?&lt;strike&gt;Davizinho ficou com&amp;nbsp; a testa roxa.Tadim.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E isso foi bom,acredita?Sim,porque posteriormente ela terá medo,e isso traz cautela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quem disse que o medo é de todo mal?O medo nos traz limites e nos faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Claro que o medo que estou falando não é aquele que nos impede de sair de casa,de questionar o professor,ou de luz apagada.O medo que eu cito é aquele mais ligado ao respeito,ao aprendizado com as quedas que nos ajudou e fez crescer,moldando o nosso caráter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu acredito muito em Deus,(e nem sei o que seria de mim se não acreditasse)e por isso,acredito que Ele tem um propósito através de cada problema.&lt;strike&gt;Se for de matemática,estuuuda que Deus não vai te aliviar desse não.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu respeito quem não acredita,claro.Mas não consigo entender como um ateu vive.Citando o ex mais comum: E na hora da dor?do medo?da injustiça?a quem ele recorre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Então Deus quer nos testar?É isso? &lt;strike&gt;ahá,te peguei.Você se fez essa pergunta né?&lt;/strike&gt;Claro que não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Já percebeu que quando estamos passando pelos maiores sofrimentos,dificuldades,é a hora que mais nos aproximamos dEle?Que suas mais íntimas e profundas experiências de adoração acorreram(e acorrerão)provavelmente nos dias mais sombrios-&lt;i&gt;quando seu coração estiver partido,você se sentir abandonado,não tiver mais nenhuma opção,a dor for intensa&lt;/i&gt;-e você buscar somente a Deus.É durante esses períodos que aprendemos a fazer nossas orações mais sinceras pra Deus.E isso não que dizer que somos falsos ou "espertos".Quer dizer que confiamos,que sabemos que Ele pode resolver todos nossos problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Tipo um pai mesmo.Um paizão daqueles que chora com você,e que também te corrige quando você tá errada.Daqueles que não te dá aquele carro que você tanto almejava,porque ele sabe que você não tem maturidade pra ter esse presente ainda.Mas que na hora certa,quando você souber dar o valor necessário aquele presente, ele vai ficar muito feliz em te dar.Se não "aquele" carro,como um muito melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; No sofrimento,aprendemos coisas a respeito de Deus que não podemos aprender de nenhuma outra forma.Os problemas nos forçam a olhar e ver que dependemos dEle,em vez de confiar em nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E por uma dor,algumas lágrimas&lt;strike&gt; murros na parede,vontade de esganar algumas pessoas&lt;/strike&gt; você acha que eu sabendo de tudo isso vou desistir?VOU NADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Serei é mais paciente,e persistente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu sei que ninguém vibra quando é ofendido,ou duvidam de você,do seu caráter,sofre decepções,é rejeitado...Tenho certeza,NINGUÉM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLuciana%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C04%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:none;	mso-hyphenate:none;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:EN-US;}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt; 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   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quando Jesus foi tentado pelo Diabo no deserto, não pediu ao Pai um novo sinal um novo milagre,ou uma nova revelação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ele simplesmente confiou nas Escrituras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sua resposta a Satanás, por três vezes foi: “Está escrito...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Está escrito: nem só de pão o homem viverá...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Está escrito: Não tentarás o Senhor teu Deus...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Está escrito: Ao Senhor, teu Deus, adorarás e só a Ele servirás...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então,quando o meu coração ficar apertado &lt;strike&gt;tem muita gente aqui dentro&lt;/strike&gt; por qualquer motivo que seja eu direi...&lt;strike&gt;pelo menos vou tanter rsrs&lt;/strike&gt;"Está escrito..."&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLuciana%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:none;	mso-hyphenate:none;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:EN-US;}p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText	{mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-link:"Body Text Char";	margin-top:0cm;	margin-right:0cm;	margin-bottom:6.0pt;	margin-left:0cm;	mso-pagination:none;	mso-hyphenate:none;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:EN-US;}span.BodyTextChar	{mso-style-name:"Body Text Char";	mso-style-noshow:yes;	mso-style-locked:yes;	mso-style-link:"Corpo de texto";	mso-ansi-font-size:12.0pt;	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;	mso-ansi-language:EN-US;	mso-fareast-language:PT-BR;	mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;}@page Section1	{size:792.0pt 612.0pt;	mso-page-orientation:landscape;	margin:35.45pt 33.6pt 1.0cm 35.45pt;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-columns:2 even 1.0cm;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;	mso-footnote-position:beneath-text;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quando a situação financeira apertar e não tiver de onde tirar... “está escrito...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quando as pessoas me disserem que não há mais jeito...i&lt;strike&gt;sso inclui conselhos não pedidos&lt;/strike&gt; “Está escrito...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quando EU achar que não tem mais jeito... “Está escrito...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Porque as únicas formas que eu tenho pra vencer as provações&amp;nbsp; são o bom humor e o colinho do meu Pai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-2795298719448577226?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2795298719448577226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2795298719448577226&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2795298719448577226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2795298719448577226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/03/descansando.html' title='Descansando...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S4yIO6QN3WI/AAAAAAAAA4U/pMqA81bRpkE/s72-c/bb+dormindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-6954466678028028937</id><published>2010-02-24T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:59:23.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu me vi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;De tanto tentar me ajustar e ficar "só comigo mesma",acho que pirei.Juro(rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Cara,muito engraçado!(Lê-se,&lt;a href="http://marioaragao.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pessoasestranhas.jpg"&gt;estranho&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Minha mãe teve algumas dores no abdômem e a conclusão dos médicos(que não sabiam de nada(?))foi fazer uma laparotomia                    exploradora.Daí abriram(um corte enorme e horroroso)e continuaram sem saber o que foi,pois na cavidade só(?) encontraram 2L de um líquido cristalino,nada de apêndice(a princípio supunha-se que o seu apêndice havia supurado)e aparentemente tudo normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Se você achou estranho,faça aquela pipoca e volte pra cá.Porque você ainda não leu nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Bem,como sou uma boa filha, &lt;strike&gt;a única mulher&lt;/strike&gt; eu que fiquei com a mamys por esses dias.(salvo, duas tardes)Daí,numa noite que prometia muita animação &lt;strike&gt;regada a idas ao banheiro,roncos,gemidos(e essses não tem nada a ver com sexo)luz acesa,luz apagada,atenção se o soro acabou,se ainda pinga.&lt;/strike&gt; me chega um enfermeiro fazendo piada da piada que eu acabara de fazer da minha mãe.(bom humor sempre né?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Gente,não sei o que deu nele mas começou a falar da minha vida. &lt;strike&gt;mais que a Sirene(visinha fofoqueira aqui do prédio)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Imagina,tu NUNCA viu o cara na tua vida e o louco(?) começa a falar coisas que realmente aconteceram.É de ficar de boca aberta não?(Eu to andando com um babador desde então)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Ele me frisou algumas coisas importantes e me disse como lidar com elas.(coisas que nem minha mãe tinha dimensão da importância na minha vida)Ele acertou TUDO.(sem que eu perguntasse uma palavra)Mas pra mim o principal foi como ele me mostrou pra mim mesma.Um lado que nunca havia visto.Que eu jamais imaginava ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Eu tenho um bloqueio.(e imagino que eu e a torcida do Flamengo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Mas nunca tinha visto assim.Como eu posso explicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Minha mãe sempre trabalhou muito(2,3 empregos) e quem cuidava de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt; era minha vó.Então desde muito cedo eu aprendi a me virar sozinha.Mamys me deu carinho da forma que ela recebeu(pouco),não por ser ruim ou fria,mas quando a gente é moldada em&amp;nbsp; forma de estrela não vai ser coração nunca né?Ela não sabia agir muito diferente do que aprendeu(apesar do esforço e de todos os &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv0rxFp4Jmw/RlCwqTBUobI/AAAAAAAAAmw/G8fQk08kMGQ/s1600-h/An%C3%BAncio+Lollo.jpg"&gt;Lollos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;que ela deixava todas as manhãs embaixo do travesseiro,dos parques aos domingos e dos inúmeros festivais de sorvete)e eu cresci meio que auto suficiente.Daí como "não preciso" de ninguém,não sei agir diferente e muitas vezes pareço arrogante,prepotente.E quando vai pra área sentimental é que o negócio fica feio MESMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Gente,eu NÃO SEI fazer aquelas brincadeirinhas bobas que casais normais fazem(bichinhos no nariz do outro,carinho no rosto,cafuné...),não consigo ser carinhosa.(não que eu trate mal,xingue ou coisa assim.Mas não sou melosa)Dizer eu te amo?Vixi,só com reza brava. &lt;strike&gt;ou seria nem?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero deixar tudo bem claro pra que não achem que eu sou o &lt;a href="http://banzeiro.zip.net/images/1120173349_leSub-Zero.jpg"&gt;sub zero.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Na hora do &lt;strike&gt;que interessa &lt;/strike&gt;sexo,sou 100% ativa e não existe nenhum bloqueio. &lt;strike&gt;e se tivesse também,eu tirava no chicote &lt;/strike&gt;Eu gosto,e gosto muito mesmo.Obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;A coisa não anda,não andava(porque como diria o rei&amp;nbsp; "Daqui pra frente,tudo vai ser diferente...")é so no quisito "vestido"(rs) do namoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;E vocês acreditam que eu nunca tinha visto isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre achei normal "não ir atrás",ter orgulho sabe?Inclusive me achava o máximo por isso.Mas começo a enxergar esse orgulho todo como medo do não,de ser preterida.Ou então como eu fui moldada(sei ser carinhosa,mas so um pouco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Posso estar errada,(não estudei pisicologia)mas acho que o &lt;a href="http://rodrigodisse.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/ronaldo20vidente.jpg"&gt;"enfermeiro vidente"&lt;/a&gt; me quebrou um galhão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Será que foi Deus me dando uma dica mais clara?(ter uma filha "loira",até pra Deus pode ser um pouco difícil. hehehe)&lt;/span&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/1541424990606548812-6954466678028028937?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/6954466678028028937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=6954466678028028937&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6954466678028028937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/6954466678028028937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-me-vi.html' title='Eu me vi'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-4767097606075449504</id><published>2010-02-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:59:59.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretérito nada perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S4Cvkp98hyI/AAAAAAAAA38/89SKUUiMaY0/s1600-h/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S4Cvkp98hyI/AAAAAAAAA38/89SKUUiMaY0/s320/image.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falar de quê,quando meu coração esta tão cheio?Ou seria vazio?O que acham de despedaçado?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagina que você acabou de correr uma maratona...(45km)Imaginou?Ficou cansado só de imaginar?Pois é exatamente assim que eu me sinto.EXAUSTA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazendo uma rápida avaliação da minha vida,concluí que preciso de um tempo só pra mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu,Eu mesma e Luciana(você também viu aquele filme?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não sei se isso é comum a todo mundo,mas eu nunca paro,nunca espero.Vivo numa correria frenética sempre precisando de mais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas,de mais o quê?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anda responde Luciana!(Me dei um leve sacolejo nos ombros)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tenho essa resposta agora.Na verdade,nem sei se terei algum dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu gosto do muito,do exagero,da gargalhada,de banho numa chuva torrencial,de sorvete de abacaxi,da bagunça,do prazer,do ouvir,de cachoeira em dias de sol escaldantes,do Davi brigando,da Fefê contando piadas,de cuscuz com manteiga de leite e café doce,cerveja gelada,lua cheia,violão e mordidas no pescoço,água de filtro de barro,paz,amor,sexo,Grey's anatomy,ler,ser feliz,dinheiro,ganhar,de falar,de sentir saudades quando sinto aquele cheiro,falar besteiras...de tanta coisa eu gosto e de muitas tantas outras odeio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu odeio o mentiroso,"amigaaaaaaaaaaa",chuva em dia de festa,ressaca,chorar,não ter voz bonita pra cantar,odeio que Brasília não tenha mar,imaginar alguém ali,acolá,com fome,sede,frio,dor.Odeio injustiça,falta de consideração e respeito,inhame,sentir saudades quando sinto aquele cheiro,ser preterida,bagunça,cortezano,a banda Dejavu,perder,ter esperança,ser impulsiva...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha vida ta precisando de muitos ajustes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faltam peças importantes no meu quebra-cabeça.Peças essas,que guardei numa caixa e tranquei.Mas sempre soube que uma hora ia&amp;nbsp; precisar delas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joguei todas as 800 peças no tapete,e começo agora a montar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perdi muito tempo com coisas irrelevantes. E esse meu jeito de eterna adolescente que eu amo,me dá algumas dores de cabeça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabe a fábula da cigarra?Então,eu sou um pouco parecida com ela.Não costumo sofrer a dor de amanhã.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afinal,quem morre de véspera é Peru. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; (e justamente por ser um pouco cigarra,me lasquei incontáveis vezes nesse mundo de meu Deus). &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia de calma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia, do começo do fim do que se foi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pretérito imperfeito?Faz parte da vida,da minha história.Alegria,dores,felcidades,solidão...Isso tudo que já foi,me faz repensar, e viver o agora,esperando sempre o melhor da vida pro depois.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"A vida é um quebra-cabeças do qual há peças que nunca serão encontradas, mas podemos deduzi-las..." Abdallah Madi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-4767097606075449504?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/4767097606075449504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=4767097606075449504&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4767097606075449504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4767097606075449504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/02/preterito-nada-perfeito.html' title='Pretérito nada perfeito'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S4Cvkp98hyI/AAAAAAAAA38/89SKUUiMaY0/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-2908841217180598571</id><published>2010-02-15T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:00:59.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que eu dancei créu na santa ceia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S3oU2gyoEPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/M0XVSeFrvus/s1600-h/mentira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S3oU2gyoEPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/M0XVSeFrvus/s400/mentira.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que eu sou louca tá todo mundo careca de saber, &lt;strike&gt;alguns estão carecas,mas nem é por isso&lt;/strike&gt; agora mentirosa?ISSO EU NÃO SOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ta certo que me envolvi com pessoas erradas,mas vou pagar por isso pra sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou mais do que disposta a sair dessa.Quero não precisar trocar nem um &lt;i&gt;"oi"&lt;/i&gt;,porque não acho necessário.Porque até o meu &lt;i&gt;oi &lt;/i&gt;é muito bom pra essa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perdoar?O que, se não acha que errou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo bem,não sou mais nenhuma mocinha inocente,pura e besta. &lt;strike&gt;na verdade acho que isso nom ecxiste&lt;/strike&gt;(como diria Padre Quevedo(ou seria Quededo?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas eu me enganei,&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/s/skol_simpsons-185.jpg"&gt;redondamente&lt;/a&gt;.E quem nunca se&lt;strike&gt; fudeu&lt;/strike&gt; enganou na vida?(por favor nada de pedras,poderiam machucar o meu lindo rosto e assim dificultaria ainda mais pra arrumar um novo namorado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Karak,sou nova &lt;strike&gt;um pouco gasta,mas nova&lt;/strike&gt;,loira(isso é qualidade?),inteligente,&lt;strike&gt;fora parte relacionada a homens&lt;/strike&gt; bem humorada,cheirosa,(sempre que eu tomo banho pelo menos)sei contar até dez em inglês(êêê \0/),não gosto nem de suinguera,muito menos de funk(essas vocês vão gostar,tenho certeza),fico bêbada rápido(portanto gasto pouco)e mais pelo menos 30 qualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah!Quase ia me esquecendo: Sou modesta,humilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas mesmo com esse tanto de qualidade(?) não me aparece nada que preste &lt;strike&gt;chuta que é laço.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tô pensando seriamente em apelar pra simpatia(vocês viram a Betina da novela?Ela tomou um banho com um monte de mato lá e pegou o Casagrande &lt;strike&gt;com um nome desse nem precisava ser bonito daquele jeito.E ainda vem com propaganda?&lt;/strike&gt; Vai que eu dou uma sorte e sobra um apartamento 2 quartos pra mim né?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alguém tem alguma boa pra me indicar?Mas vou logo avisando,nada de cemitério pelada 1/2 noite(não quero assustar nenhum ser do além),nem matar a sogra, &lt;strike&gt;já que eu não tenho uma pra matar&lt;/strike&gt; muito menos andar com arruda atrás da orelha(eu moro em Brasília e o Arruda ta preso,ai vai que alguém acha que eu to apoiando ele?além do que, aquilo fede demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah,porque eu disse que não sou mentirosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ué,porque não sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Procuro falar a verdade na maior parte do tempo,e se minto é pra não &lt;strike&gt;me lascar&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;magoar alguém.Então não adimito que falam que eu fiz algo que não fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sou &lt;a href="http://www.poabeat.com.br/beatlog/sandy.jpg"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt;,mas também &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://papelpop.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/parishiltonperdealinha2.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://papelpop.com/paris-hilton-perde-a-linha-e-mostra-a-bunda/&amp;amp;usg=__iDl0HLc8Hzk_dFsbEQifsQltOts=&amp;amp;h=288&amp;amp;w=460&amp;amp;sz=31&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;start=17&amp;amp;sig2=oNO9hV2Vc7J8FXgyefPsaQ&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=X-4048wHEby3tM:&amp;amp;tbnh=80&amp;amp;tbnw=128&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dparishilton%2Bb%25C3%25AAbada%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:pt-BR:official%26sa%3DG%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=WhF6S4LzGY-vtge4gsybAw"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt; é demais né?&lt;strike&gt;Sabe de uma coisa?E se um dia eu quizer fazer jaca de pantufa?Paris amiga!hahaha&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-2908841217180598571?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/2908841217180598571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=2908841217180598571&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2908841217180598571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/2908841217180598571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-mereco-viu.html' title='Será que eu dancei créu na santa ceia?'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S3oU2gyoEPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/M0XVSeFrvus/s72-c/mentira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-4416141111020660382</id><published>2010-02-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:52:14.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati bernardi'/><title type='text'>Triz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S24qzlOeuHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_UPcAaC1mZo/s1600-h/mulher20triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S24qzlOeuHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_UPcAaC1mZo/s320/mulher20triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu quase consegui abraçar alguém semana passada. Por um milésimo de segundo eu fechei os olhos e senti meu peito esvaziado de você. Foi realmente quase. Acho que estou andando pra frente. Ontem ri tanto no jantar, tanto que quase fui feliz de novo. Ouvi uma história muito engraçada sobre uma diretora de criação maluca que fez os funcionários irem trabalhar de pijama. Mas aí lembrei, no meio da minha gargalhada, como eu queria contar essa história para você. E fiquei triste de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje uma pessoa disse que está apaixonada por mim. Quem diria? Alguém gosta de mim. E o mais louco de tudo nem é isso. O mais louco de tudo é que eu também acho que gosto dele. Quase consigo me animar com essa história, mas me animar ou gostar de alguém me lembra você. E fico triste novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu achei que quando passasse o tempo, eu achei que quando eu finalmente te visse tão livre, tão forte e tão indiferente, eu achei que quando eu sentisse o fim, eu achei que passaria. Não passa nunca, mas quase passa todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chorar deixou de ser uma necessidade e virou apenas uma iminência. Sofrer deixou de ser algo maior do que eu e passou a ser um pontinho ali, no mesmo lugar, incomodando a cada segundo, me lembrando o tempo todo que aquele pontinho é um resto, um quase não pontinho. Você, que já foi tudo e mais um pouco, é agora um quase. Um quase que não me deixa ser inteira em nada, plena em nada, tranqüila em nada, feliz em nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Todos os dias eu quase te ligo, eu quase consigo ser leve e te dizer: “Ei, não quer conhecer minha casa nova?” Eu quase consigo te tratar como nada. Mas aí quase desisto de tudo, quase ignoro tudo, quase consigo, sem nenhuma ansiedade, terminar o dia tendo a certeza de que é só mais um dia com um restinho de quase e que um restinho de quase, uma hora, se Deus quiser, vira nada. Mas não vira nada nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu quase consegui te amar exatamente como você era, quase. E é justamente por eu nunca ter sido inteira pra você que meu fim de amor também não consegue ser inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu quase não te amo mais, eu quase não te odeio, eu quase não odeio aquela foto com aquelas garotas, eu quase não morro com a sua presença, eu quase não escrevo esse texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O problema é que todo o resto de mim que sobra, tirando o que quase sou, não sei quem é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Ela me entende! &lt;strike&gt;ou será que sou eu que entendo ela? &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-4416141111020660382?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/4416141111020660382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=4416141111020660382&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4416141111020660382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4416141111020660382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/02/triz.html' title='Triz'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S24qzlOeuHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_UPcAaC1mZo/s72-c/mulher20triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3050827979964365046</id><published>2010-02-03T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:12:56.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarta-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hoje é meu dia de postagem lá no &lt;a href="http://dosquefervem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dos que fervem.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S2mf3u2eVCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qP0OxbeZ5EI/s1600-h/dos+que.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S2mf3u2eVCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qP0OxbeZ5EI/s320/dos+que.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Você ta fazendo o que,que ainda não foi lá?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Clica&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dosquefervem.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui ó.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-3050827979964365046?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/3050827979964365046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=3050827979964365046&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3050827979964365046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/3050827979964365046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/02/quarta-feira.html' title='Quarta-feira'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S2mf3u2eVCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qP0OxbeZ5EI/s72-c/dos+que.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-5470817285869861904</id><published>2010-01-31T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:42:36.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S2ZNmI6WEJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5FZsYeylWKQ/s1600-h/paz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S2ZNmI6WEJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5FZsYeylWKQ/s320/paz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ultimamente me sinto mais estranha que o normal(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sabe quando você tem todos os motivos pra odiar o mundo,mas não é isso que acontece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ando assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorrindo de um canto a outro.&lt;strike&gt;Não gente,isso não tem nada a ver com maconha&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nada me abala,nada me derruba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quando eu digo nada,é&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; NADA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que Deus ouviu as minhas orações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquelas em que eu pedi paz,pedi que meu coração abrandasse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tive e tenho contratempos.(assim como todo mundo)Contratempos esses que em outro momento me faria perder o chão. &lt;strike&gt;chorar até cansar,dar dor de cabeça.Com você também é assim quando chora muito?rs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas não,eu to aqui calma.&lt;strike&gt; leeeeeeerda&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah,sei lá,mas me sinto anestesiada.É como se não fosse eu,mas sendo.Entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E na verdade nem sei se isso é bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei, se ser&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dicio.com.br/apatico/"&gt;apática&lt;/a&gt; é uma qualidade(Acho que não.Que graça tem uma pessoa que não exprime opinião?Que ta sempre tudo bom?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E nada de pensar que eu estou reclamando de barriga cheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É porque eu não sou isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sou intensa.&lt;strike&gt;Até demais&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu choro,grito,se precisar esmurro.Mas também sou boa pra gargalhar,pra falar besteiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você também não se estranharia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora é ficar aqui e esperar &lt;strike&gt;ta vendo como ta feia a coisa?&lt;/strike&gt; pra ver no que vai dar isso aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Vai que ser um pouco apática me ensine a ser mais calma,mais zen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A paz invadiu o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;De repente, me encheu de paz&lt;br /&gt;Como se o vento de um tufão&lt;br /&gt;Arrancasse meus pés do chão&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu já não me enterro mais..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Gilberto Gil) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541424990606548812-5470817285869861904?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/5470817285869861904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=5470817285869861904&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5470817285869861904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/5470817285869861904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/01/paz.html' title='Paz?'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S2ZNmI6WEJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5FZsYeylWKQ/s72-c/paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-4134984028739184075</id><published>2010-01-25T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:52:34.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um pouco de mim,em outro lugar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S15hu8unEEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LBD_WjC2R_U/s1600-h/18-01-10_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S15hu8unEEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LBD_WjC2R_U/s320/18-01-10_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sou uma pessoa totalmente contraditória.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sou muito insegura.Gosto de ouvir opiniões e todo mundo sabe da minha vida,porque sempre preciso e gosto de um conselho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas também sou a conselheira,a que sabe,que tem certeza, tem sempre a palavra certa,o ombro.A que diz ao outro o que deveria ser dito a si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Falo o que penso na maior parte do tempo,e nunca me arrependo disso e naquela outra pequena parte não falo porque tenho medo.Do não,da rejeição,de me acharem mais estranha do que eu sei que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sou alegre,bobona,adoro fazer e que me façam rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas também sou chorona,boba e as vezes tenho um tanto de depressiva na minha personalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sou mulher que sabe o que e como quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas muitas vezes me comporto como menina,que tem medo,vergonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Essa minha casa, é uma brincadeira que eu adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É minha válvula de escape,meu diário(nem sempre)sem cadeado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É como já diz o nome do Blog: "Querendo saber",pra saber um pouco mais de mim,me conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora vou poder fazer isso também em outro lugar no &lt;a href="http://dosquefervem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dos que fervem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as quartas feiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Somos em cinco e falamos sobre tudo dentre outras coisas, sexo. Fale-se muito de sexo. Puritanos, virgens, mal humorados e mal comidos, não percam seu tempo. Ou percam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aos pornográficos, lá não é lugar de perversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As verdades ditas lá nem sempre são as verdades das que escrevem (ou são!). Ferva de curiosidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/1541424990606548812-4134984028739184075?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/4134984028739184075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=4134984028739184075&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4134984028739184075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/4134984028739184075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-um-pouco-de-mimem-outro-lugar.html' title='Mais um pouco de mim,em outro lugar.'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S15hu8unEEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LBD_WjC2R_U/s72-c/18-01-10_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-8029941811705637247</id><published>2010-01-23T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:08:44.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo mundo espera alguma coisa de um sábado a noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sábado(pra mim ainda é sábado,afinal eu ainda não dormi e nem amanheceu o dia)02:01 da manhã e eu aqui.Você deve estar pensando: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tadinha,tão solitária..."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nem é assim gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; só as&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;vezes,mas hoje não.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hoje foi aniversário de uma amiga muito querida a &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1256490720&amp;amp;pid=1256516000299"&gt;Eysies&lt;/a&gt; e como amigos queridos não podem ficar sem comemoração(na verdade,acho que ninguém devia ficar sem comemorar aniversário)fomos todos &lt;strike&gt;engordar mais&lt;/strike&gt; jantar na &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.buffalobio.com.br/"&gt;Churrascaria Buffalo Bio&lt;/a&gt;(olha o jabá)&lt;strike&gt;engordei um os 1,5kg que perdi nos últimos dias&lt;/strike&gt; comi feito uma doida.Afinal pobre em rodízio não pode ser diferente né?(No mesmo prato que tem camarão,tem também ovo de codorna,salaminho,palmito,sushi...kkk)e me deverti mais ainda.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Lembramos de histórias &lt;strike&gt;bizarras&lt;/strike&gt; engraçadas que incluiam a &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1255849170&amp;amp;pid=1255874783759"&gt;aniversariante&lt;/a&gt;.Nossa!Cada coisa.(se eu contar ela me mata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; De lá o povo(umas 20 pessoas)foram pro boliche no &lt;a href="http://www.multiplan.com.br/data/files/FF8080811B153025011B154CBEB54843/amp_ParkShoppingBarigui04.gif"&gt;Park Shopping &lt;/a&gt;e eu como tava com o &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1247174999&amp;amp;pid=1260783889597"&gt;Munitão&lt;/a&gt; não quis ir(Não da pra se divertir legal com bebê né?O &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom?gwt=1&amp;amp;uid=5535742605317733514&amp;amp;aid=1247174999&amp;amp;pid=1254286959180"&gt;Bibil&lt;/a&gt; ia logo querer dormir)e resolvi vir pra &lt;a href="http://www.forumeja.org.br/df/files/gama_01.jpg"&gt;Casa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Daí o celular toca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Oi?Ta onde? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Oi! To em Taguatinga mais daqui a pouquinho to chegando no Gama.Oque rola?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Ah,to aqui no Leste com fulano e cicrana,quer vir com a gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Blz,quando eu chegar então te ligo pra vir me buscar.Bjo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Bem,chegar eu até que cheguei.Maaaaaaaas quem disse que ele veio me buscar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; O carro resolveu nos pregar uma peça e resolveu quebrar. &lt;strike&gt;bosta&lt;/strike&gt; Logo hoje que eu tava afim de sair,rir mais um pouco,&lt;strike&gt;beijar muuuuuuuito&lt;/strike&gt;...Logo hoje que estava animadíssima,logo hoje que ele me ligou(ele ligou ontem também,mas a preguiça não me deixou ir.Já tinha marcado antes com ela,sabe?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mas ta bom,se não foi é porque não era pra ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Amanhã ele leva o carro pro &lt;strike&gt;ferro velho &lt;/strike&gt;pra oficina e outros sábados virão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E serão tão divertidos ou mais que esse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1541424990606548812-8029941811705637247?l=luci2003riador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/feeds/8029941811705637247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541424990606548812&amp;postID=8029941811705637247&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8029941811705637247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541424990606548812/posts/default/8029941811705637247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luci2003riador.blogspot.com/2010/01/todo-mundo-espera-alguma-coisa-de-um.html' title='Todo mundo espera alguma coisa de um sábado a noite...'/><author><name>Luciana Costa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108628817467216879641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sWUQ7GU4Hyk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y16Mv6I5e-w/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541424990606548812.post-3444016430904513699</id><published>2010-01-20T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:18:30.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S1fBdER2HOI/AAAAAAAAA2A/u61rf4l4VfY/s1600-h/calcinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-3ZR_Ub8B0/S1fBdER2HOI/AAAAAAAAA2A/u61rf4l4VfY/s320/calcinha.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Nada é mais sexy e provocante que um olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E ele a olhava constantemente como quem despe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ela algumas vezes chegava a ficar com as bochechas vermelhas.Mas na maioria,na grande maioria se sentia bem.Uma mulher desejada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Era um elogio ao seu ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Moravam no mesmo prédio,dois andares os separavam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; O clima de seduçao estava no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ele olhava,ela retribuia...e era assim sempre que passava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Isso já estava deixando ela louca.Imaginava coisas que nunca ousara fazer antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-
