<?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-944013880379765900</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:44:15.074-08:00</updated><category term='Imagens engraçadas.'/><category term='variados'/><category term='Frases'/><category term='Política ¬¬&apos;'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Poemas.'/><category term='Seleção Rubro Negra ♥'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Um ponto de vista diferente...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sobre coisas comuns, ( Infelizmente, ou não).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-3399987918265679091</id><published>2010-09-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:25:43.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/TKXunRjF86I/AAAAAAAAALY/uGihwSLb_Z8/s1600/VVV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 359px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523082876532683682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/TKXunRjF86I/AAAAAAAAALY/uGihwSLb_Z8/s400/VVV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  ☼  AS SOMBRAS DO AMOR    ☼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#840084;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu nunca vou entender porque a gente continua voltando pra casa querendo ser de alguém, ainda que a gente esteja um ao lado do outro. Eu nunca vou entender porque você é exatamente o que eu quero, eu sou exatamente o que você quer, mas as nossas exatidões não funcionam numa conta de mais... Mas aí, daqui uns dias.... você vai me ligar. Querendo tomar aquele café de sempre, querendo me esconder como sempre, querendo me amar só enquanto você pode vulgarizar esse amor. Me querendo no escuro. E eu vou topar. Não porque seja uma idiota, não me dê valor ou não tenha nada melhor pra fazer. Apenas porque você me lembra o mistério da vida. Simplesmente porque é assim que a gente faz com a nossa própria existência: não entendemos nada, mas continuamos insistindo.&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/944013880379765900-3399987918265679091?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/3399987918265679091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-sombras-do-amor-eu-nunca-vou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/3399987918265679091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/3399987918265679091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-sombras-do-amor-eu-nunca-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/TKXunRjF86I/AAAAAAAAALY/uGihwSLb_Z8/s72-c/VVV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-7087482382565254126</id><published>2010-07-23T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:29:22.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O inconsciente é mais sábio do que a consciência, como já disse Freud. Ele desperta o ser humano aos seus desejos mais profundos de forma direta e exclusiva, sem levar em conta padrões de conduta ou valores externos. Provoca sensações sublimes, manifestando na face vibrações intensas que consistem no substrato da essência humana. É como uma tempestade solar que altera o sistema de magnetismo da Terra. Até porque, pra que essas vibrações existam, é preciso que haja uma força de intensidade parecida com o sol.&lt;br /&gt;E qual é o seu sol?&lt;br /&gt;Uma música, um gosto, um livro, um lugar, uma lembrança? Não. Eu diria que isto são as estrelas. O sol a que me refiro é uma pessoa que traga luz e calor sob forma de sentimentos, que partem, em primeiro plano, do inconsciente. Não existe harmonia mais perfeita que o encontro de duas inconsciências conscientes de suas vontades. Um estado de equilíbrio que cria um universo paralelo, moldado em razão deste encontro.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso viver inconsciente. Embora isso represente descobrir algumas verdades indesejadas e reprimidas, já que é impossível mentir para si mesmo. No entanto, é necessário viver inconsciente porque é ele que manifesta o amor.&lt;br /&gt;E qual é o seu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a inconsciência dizer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-7087482382565254126?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7087482382565254126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-inconsciente-e-mais-sabio-do-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7087482382565254126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7087482382565254126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-inconsciente-e-mais-sabio-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-2347982124549629686</id><published>2009-12-06T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:55:09.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rostos Iguais, Pessoas Diferentes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SxxXCDJS-jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/40HQZHtTAD4/s1600-h/OI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SxxXCDJS-jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/40HQZHtTAD4/s400/OI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412296544908147250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  As vezes convivemos com certas pessoas com tanta intensidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;que temos plena certeza que a conhecemos até no escuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mas é justamente quando passamos a ter essa certeza.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Que o tempo vem como um furacão, tirando tudo do lugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;E aquela pessoa que você convivia e parecia conhecer tão bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;toma um rumo diferente do seu, mas você acha que apesar do tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;vocês sempre serão os mesmos, e tudo entre vocês sempre será igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  E ai, mais um vez o tempo mostra todo o seu poder, e você é obrigado a adimitir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;AS PESSOAS MUDAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As pessoas mudam, querendo ou não mudam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Os gostos, os rostos, as formas, simplesmente mudam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sem nenhuma explicação, sem nenhuma obrigação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mudam porque cresceram, porque conheceram coisas novas, pessoas novas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As conversas mudam, os sorrisos mudam, os assuntos mudam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;É difícil perceber e se acostumar que nada será como antes, e isso, de um jeito ou de outro, machuca... Machuca, porque percebemos e entendemos, que aqueeeeeela pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;que jurávamos conhecer desde sempre...NÃO EXISTE MAIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Aquele rosto, aquela boca, podem estar lá...Mas a Pessoa que você conhecia, NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Machuca, porque nos damos conta, que TUDO mudou, só você não percebeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mas só assim você percebe, que o mundo gira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;E percebe, que pensando bem, você tambem mudou..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mudou seus planos, suas expectativas, seus sonhos, seu corte de cabelo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Você tambem viveu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Você mudou, ela mudou.. Ambos mudaram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Porque quem vive, muda! E isso não dá pra mudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-2347982124549629686?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2347982124549629686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/12/rostos-iguais-pessoas-diferentes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2347982124549629686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2347982124549629686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/12/rostos-iguais-pessoas-diferentes.html' title='Rostos Iguais, Pessoas Diferentes..'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SxxXCDJS-jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/40HQZHtTAD4/s72-c/OI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-1048856126152722222</id><published>2009-11-04T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:21:05.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não diga nada .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SvHv2eGYW1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/M7boppT7cgc/s1600-h/despedida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SvHv2eGYW1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/M7boppT7cgc/s400/despedida.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400361147265735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Não diga nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Não há mais nada a dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Palavras tolas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ditas sem querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Deixa o tempo passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;tudo se resolver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;não há o que falar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;não há o que entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Não diga nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nunca existiu um culpado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ninguem foi errado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;só deixamos de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tudo que ja passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;vai ficar no passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ja viraram lembranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;só pra gente lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Obrigado por tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nunca vou te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Não diga nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Não há mais nada a dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vou sentir falta de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-1048856126152722222?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1048856126152722222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-diga-nada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1048856126152722222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1048856126152722222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-diga-nada.html' title='Não diga nada .'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SvHv2eGYW1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/M7boppT7cgc/s72-c/despedida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-5883395974545733330</id><published>2009-10-28T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:02:28.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política ¬¬&apos;'/><title type='text'>UMA GUERRA OLÍMPICA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sui5BZUSWTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KTsoWwpp48g/s1600-h/rug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sui5BZUSWTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KTsoWwpp48g/s400/rug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397767587030522162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A violência existe desde que o mundo é mundo. ISSO É FATO!&lt;br /&gt;E que o Rio sempre foi uma cidade violenta, eu sempre soube.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a cada ano que passa, a coisa vai se agravando, vai ficando mais crítica, e pior.&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu essa semana foi apenas o APÍCE da violência que infelizmente, ja é "normal" nas favelas do Rio.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opinião, nessa GUERRA estabelicida entre traficantes e policiais, os mais prejudicados, são os moradores dessas favelas, que acabam pagando o pato!&lt;br /&gt;E TUDO ISSO POR CULPA DAS OLÍMPIADAS!&lt;br /&gt;SIM! Por culpa das olímpiadas, ou você acha, que de uma hora pra outra, o governo resolveu, exterminar a "bandidagem" do Rio de Janeiro, unica e simplesmente em defesa do Povo?&lt;br /&gt;Não meu caro, NÃO MESMO!&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente o Brasil não quer fazer feio diante do MUNDO.&lt;br /&gt;E como o principal problema no Rio é a violência, eles resolveram subir os morros e acabar com                         " o movimento", a qualquer custo, esquecendo que ali tambem vivem crianças, jovens, idosos e gente de bem.&lt;br /&gt;Eles esquecem que a violência, é uma coisa antiga, que se estendeu por anos, que graças ao descaso do governo, foi ficando pior a cada ano, a cada dia,  e não é de uma hora pra outra que vão conseguir detê - la!&lt;br /&gt;E nesse "desespero" inocentes acabam sendo mortos ou feridos, perdendo parentes, e agora, até suas casas!&lt;br /&gt;E o Brasil ainda acha mesmo, que pode ser sede de alguma coisa..&lt;br /&gt;Tá. Você pode estar pensando, mas a olímpiada, vai trazer muito lucro ao Brasil, e blá blá blá!&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi assim com o Pan tambem, lembra ? E o que mudou ? NADA!&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente o BRASIL gastou mais alguns BILHÕES com LUXO,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto os nossos hospitais públicos continuam em estado de miséria, enquanto as escolas públicas estão abandonadas, as nossas rodovias cada vez piores, enquanto crianças morrem de fome, de verminoses e doenças ja até consideradas extintas..&lt;br /&gt;SE NÃO TEMOS O BÁSICO, COMO PODEMOS TER "LUXO" ?&lt;br /&gt;O Brasil devia investir na Educação das crianças e dos jovens, melhorar os hospitais, melhorar as escolas, melhorar as estradas..&lt;br /&gt;O Brasil é um dos países com maior índice de mortalidade infantil do mundo, um dos campeões em mortes no trânsito.. E quer gastar dinheiro com Olímpiadas ?&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor..!&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto o Lula viaja de avião, pessoas morrem, são roubadas, perdem suas casas, e nada é feito!&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE ISSO TUDO, "FAZ PARTE DO PLANEJAMENTO DAS OLÍMPIADAS DE 2016".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As vezes eu tenho vergonha de ser brasileira _)_ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-5883395974545733330?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/5883395974545733330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-guerra-olimpica.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/5883395974545733330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/5883395974545733330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-guerra-olimpica.html' title='UMA GUERRA OLÍMPICA.'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sui5BZUSWTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KTsoWwpp48g/s72-c/rug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-6397529799535693807</id><published>2009-10-22T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:05:01.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>EU TE AMO.. Não diz tudo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SuDy-L-0bxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9j6wXnc6n0U/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SuDy-L-0bxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9j6wXnc6n0U/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395579503771938578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Você sabe que é amado, porque lhe disseram isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A demostração de amor requer mais do que    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;beijos, sexo e palavras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sentir-se amado, é sentir que a pessoal tem interesse real na sua vida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que zela pela sua felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Que se preocupa quando as coisas não estão dando certo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;coloca a postos para ouvir suas dúvidas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dá uma sacudida em você, quando for preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ser amado é ver que ela lembra de coisas que você contou &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;a dois anos atrás,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E ver como ela fica triste quando você está triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E como sorri com delicadeza, quando diz que você está fazendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;tempestade em copo d'água.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se amado  aquele que não vê transformada a mágoa em munição,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;na hora da discussão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sente-se amado, aquele que se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sente aceito, que se sente inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Aquele que sabe que tudo pode ser dito, e compreendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sente-se amado, quem se sente seguro em ser exatamente como é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sem inventar um personagem para a relação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Pois personagem nenhum se sustenta por muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sente-se amado quem não ofega, mas suspira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Quem não levanta a voz, mas FALA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não concorda, mas ESCUTA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora pare e reflita : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NÃO DIZ TUDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Para conquistarmos algo na vida, não é necessário apenas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;força ou talento, é preciso acima de tudo, ter vivido um grande amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-6397529799535693807?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6397529799535693807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-te-amo-nao-diz-tudo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6397529799535693807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6397529799535693807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-te-amo-nao-diz-tudo.html' title='EU TE AMO.. Não diz tudo !'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SuDy-L-0bxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9j6wXnc6n0U/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-6095700084451616566</id><published>2009-10-09T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:57:47.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Almas Gêmeas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/StAvuDmoYHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9yKiYqFmFnk/s1600-h/hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/StAvuDmoYHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9yKiYqFmFnk/s400/hh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390861222250307698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sempre que ouvimos falar em Almas Gêmeas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;automaticamente o que nos vem a cabeça é duas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;pessoas que se encontram,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ficam, namoram, casam e são felizes eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na minha opinião, esse conceito é muito errado!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Encontrar uma alma gêmea hoje em dia é difícil, até porque não se procura,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;simplesmente, elas se encontram!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, elas.. AS ALMAS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais que coisa de pele, é muito mais do que o querer estar junto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;muito mais do que o "até que a morte nos separe".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;É coisa de alma, coisa de espírito, coisas que talvez nós, meros seres humanos nunca venhamos a entender.&lt;br /&gt;NEM A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;MORTE É CAPAZ DE SEPARAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;TODO MUNDO TEM SUA ALMA GÊMEA. Ou suas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Seja nesta ou em outra vida, longe ou perto, em algum lugar do mundo ela vai estar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As verdadeiras almas gemeas, são aquelas que se encontram sem planejar, e sabem que o que sentem uma pela outra, é eterno e vai além do além.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Na minha opinião, o mais perto dessas almas que conhecemos, e intendemos, são os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;verdadeiros amigos. Aqueles que você sabe que sempre poderá contar, que você ja passou por poucas e boas, e eles permaneceram ali. Aqueles que sentiram sua dor, e sorriram contigo, e sem cobrar nada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Porque uma das características desse encontro subliminar, é o amor incondicional, despretencioso, livre de qualquer cobrança e exigencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;É o estar por estar. O amar por amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se só existe uma alma gêmea? Sinceramente não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mas acredito que o que dificulta tanto esse encontro, hoje em dia, é a mediocridade do ser humano, a cobiça, esquecemos dos verdadeiros valores, aqueles que não podem ser convertidos em "espécie", nem em cartão de crédito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Porque pra que esse encontro aconteça, precisamos estar limpos, desprendidos de qualquer coisa, para que as nossas Almas, possam enfim, encontrar aquilo que lhes pertence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser por isso, que muitas pessoas, vivem uma vida inteira, e não As encontram, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;implesmente, por não estarem preparadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A alma precisa ser trabalhada, o espírito exercitado..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Porque quando duas almas se encontram, dois corações se unem, e tornam-se um só.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E nessa união é preciso encontrar o equilíbrio entre o Eu e o Tu,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;não existe o mais eu, nem o menos você. Se tornamos NÓS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas quando encontradas,            fortalecem-se entre si, chegando às vezes a obter a sensibilidade da            telepatia. Elas não costumam cobrar, não se maltratam, estão sempre            sentindo a existência uma da outra.  Seja onde for, quando for.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O ser humano jamais            consegue viver sozinho, mas às vezes, mesmo acompanhado, sente a solidão.            Por outro lado, às vezes sozinho, está com a sua Alma Gêmea, que por            um despertar, se encontrarão algum dia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não procure sua alma gêmea, prepare seu espírito, e o resto sua ALMA se encarregará de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thaty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-6095700084451616566?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6095700084451616566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/almas-gemeas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6095700084451616566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6095700084451616566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/almas-gemeas.html' title='Almas Gêmeas.'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/StAvuDmoYHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9yKiYqFmFnk/s72-c/hh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-413200411633641353</id><published>2009-10-07T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:55:43.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Há certas horas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Ss2MX4KPTgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c8EfanxinW4/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Ss2MX4KPTgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c8EfanxinW4/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390118670872563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.. Que apenas um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, bastaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sem +__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-413200411633641353?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/413200411633641353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-certas-horas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/413200411633641353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/413200411633641353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-certas-horas.html' title='Há certas horas...'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Ss2MX4KPTgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c8EfanxinW4/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-1209454487027450698</id><published>2009-10-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:14:26.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>AS RAZÕES QUE O AMOR DESCONHECE .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você é inteligente. Lê livros, revistas, jornais. Gosta dos filmes do Woody Allen, do Hal Hartley e do Tarantino, mas sabe que uma boa comédia romântica também tem o seu valor. É bonita. Seu cabelo nasceu para ser sacudido num comercial de xampu e seu corpo tem todas as curvas no lugar. Independente, emprego fixo, bom saldo no banco. Gosta de viajar, de música, tem loucura por computador e seu fettuccine ao pesto é imbatível. Você tem bom humor, não pega no pé de ninguém e adora sexo. Com um currículo desses, criatura, por que diabo está sem namorado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o amor, essa raposa. Quem dera o amor não fosse um sentimento, mas uma equação matemática: eu linda + você inteligente = dois apaixonados. Não funciona assim. Ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem, caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não-fumantes teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo à porta. O amor não é chegado a fazer contas, não obedece à razão. O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo, por conjunção estelar. Costuma ser despertado mais pelas flechas do Cupido do que por uma ficha limpa. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SsgE0xvosnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9eHJQ2b1f1s/s1600-h/gtc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 351px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388562258901643890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SsgE0xvosnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9eHJQ2b1f1s/s320/gtc.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ama aquele cafajeste. Ele diz que vai ligar e não liga, ele veste o primeiro trapo que encontra no armário, ele adora o Planet Hemp, que você não suporta. Ele não emplaca uma semana nos empregos, está sempre duro e é meio galinha. Ele não tem a menor vocação para príncipe encantado, mas você não consegue despachá-lo. Quando a mão dele toca na sua nuca, você derrete feito manteiga. Ele toca gaita de boca, ele adora animais, ele escreve poemas. Por que você ama esse cara? Não pergunte pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ama aquela petulante. Você escreveu dúzias de cartas que ela não respondeu, você deu flores que ela deixou murchar, você levou-a para conhecer sua mãe e ela foi de blusa transparente. Você gosta de rock e ela de MPB, você gosta de praia e ela tem alergia a sol, você abomina o Natal e ela detesta o Ano-Novo, nem no ódio vocês combinam. Então? Então que ela tem um jeito de sorrir que o deixa imobilizado, o beijo dela é mais viciante que LSD, você adora brigar com ela e ela adora implicar com você. Isso tem nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa porque ela é educada, veste-se bem e é fã do Caetano. Isso são referências, só. Ama-se pelo cheiro, pelo mistério, pela paz que o outro lhe dá, ou pelo tormento que provoca. Ama-se pelo tom de voz, pela maneira que os olhos piscam, pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera. Amar não requer conhecimento prévio nem consulta ao SPC. Ama-se justamente pelo o que o amor tem de indefinível. Honestos existem aos milhares, generosos tem às pencas, bons motoristas e bons pais de família, tá assim, ó. Mas só o seu amor consegue ser do jeito que ele é.&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/944013880379765900-1209454487027450698?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1209454487027450698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-razoes-que-o-amor-desconhece.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1209454487027450698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1209454487027450698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-razoes-que-o-amor-desconhece.html' title='AS RAZÕES QUE O AMOR DESCONHECE .'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SsgE0xvosnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9eHJQ2b1f1s/s72-c/gtc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-3728838565110651660</id><published>2009-06-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:23:38.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>LUTO - Camila Brocchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Minha Eterna Drª Bactéria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida nem sempre é justa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;As decisões nem sempre são as mais certas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas tudo é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Si56WyflbWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZlEbPKUFJjE/s1600-h/Camila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Si56WyflbWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZlEbPKUFJjE/s320/Camila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345344339665317218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;passageiro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Seja uma fase ruim, que a vida lhe prega,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ou consequencias derivadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; de decisões equivocadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;que tomamos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;O FATO É QUE A VIDA É UM GRANDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MISTÉRIO,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;UMA INCOGNITA INDECIFRÁVEL,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MAS ELA NAUM ACABA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Prefiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; acreditar que a vida é uma estrada, e que nela encontramos algumas pedras no caminho, alguns muros, pessoas especiais, e que sempre serão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;importantes na nossa caminhada, mas nela tambem existe uma grande curva, que algumas pessoas dobram, antes ou depois de nós, e ao dobrar essa curva, não às vemos mais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas isso naum quer dizer que elas não estejam lá!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Você dobrou essa curva,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Seguiu partida, mas jamais será ausente aqui, na estrada de todos que um dia caminharam com você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PRA NÓS, VOCÊ SEMPRE ESTARÁ PRESENTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bom Caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SAUDADES MIL, SEMPRE.. NOSSA MILLA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/944013880379765900-3728838565110651660?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/3728838565110651660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/06/luto-camila-brocchi.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/3728838565110651660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/3728838565110651660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/06/luto-camila-brocchi.html' title='LUTO - Camila Brocchi'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Si56WyflbWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZlEbPKUFJjE/s72-c/Camila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-2118399863988068080</id><published>2009-05-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:39:22.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variados'/><title type='text'>FALTA DE TEMPO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oiie Galerinha que lê isso aqui :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempiiiiinho que num posto hein!&lt;br /&gt;Éh... PURA FALTA DE TEMPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCOLA, CURSO, ESTÁGIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica complicado achar tempo pra "navegar" na net,&lt;br /&gt;sem ser pra fazer trabalhos escolares e afins.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou fazer o possível, pra atualizar o máximo possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo, logo, tudo volta ao normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu volto a postar aqui sempre, NA SANTA PAZ de Deus!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/944013880379765900-2118399863988068080?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2118399863988068080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/falta-de-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2118399863988068080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2118399863988068080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/falta-de-tempo.html' title='FALTA DE TEMPO.'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-6625552980516309342</id><published>2009-05-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:54:31.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Mas, eu não quero te esquecer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu sei como escrever, a carta que eu não te mandei,&lt;br /&gt;mais sei que é bem melhor nem te dizer&lt;br /&gt;A gente pensa, e só,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem saber o que é certo&lt;br /&gt;Só penso no melhor&lt;br /&gt;Só penso em querer; provar teus beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Tocar teu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir você me faz sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Tento esquecer, mas,&lt;br /&gt;É tão difícil,&lt;br /&gt;Não dá nem mais pra disfarçar.&lt;br /&gt;E eu não queria que algum dia isso fosse acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto ou longe,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é distante,&lt;br /&gt;Mas me entrego a você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se eu devo falar&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se eu devo continuar,&lt;br /&gt;E insistir nessa loucura de te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se as coisas são assim.&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se eu vou ter você pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Ou vou ter que te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo que passei, vou lembrar&lt;br /&gt;De todo tempo que fiquei a esperar&lt;br /&gt;Por alguem que eu não sabia se um dia viria&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem saber continuei a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto tempo eu fico a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu deveria esquecer ou esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas eu não quero te esquecer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-6625552980516309342?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6625552980516309342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mas-eu-nao-quero-te-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6625552980516309342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6625552980516309342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mas-eu-nao-quero-te-esquecer.html' title='Mas, eu não quero te esquecer!'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-6771965138593594526</id><published>2009-05-13T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:24:12.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens engraçadas.'/><title type='text'>Eu ri muiiiito²</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SguOeu-qmeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YllikUIiP6g/s1600-h/73db36cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SguOeu-qmeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YllikUIiP6g/s400/73db36cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335514842208573922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;kkkk²&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-6771965138593594526?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6771965138593594526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-ri-muiiiito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6771965138593594526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6771965138593594526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-ri-muiiiito.html' title='Eu ri muiiiito²'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SguOeu-qmeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YllikUIiP6g/s72-c/73db36cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-418910196002762558</id><published>2009-05-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:36:59.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens engraçadas.'/><title type='text'>Eu ri ! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sgt1nEFuk6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zFEu8sOyCTk/s1600-h/sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sgt1nEFuk6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zFEu8sOyCTk/s400/sss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335487497523598242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkk²&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-418910196002762558?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/418910196002762558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-ri-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/418910196002762558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/418910196002762558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-ri-d.html' title='Eu ri ! :D'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sgt1nEFuk6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zFEu8sOyCTk/s72-c/sss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-7867505643862362971</id><published>2009-05-12T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:30:06.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política ¬¬&apos;'/><title type='text'>Cotas para negros - Bom ou Ruim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgojSMaoM_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zbGFSFwBVh4/s1600-h/blg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgojSMaoM_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zbGFSFwBVh4/s400/blg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335115504051303410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Que o Brasil é um país Latino Americano e que é considerado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;um país mestiço por sua diversidade de raças, todo mundo sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mas nem por isso, certas pessoas deixam de ser RACISTAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;E não digo racismo, só do Branco para o Negro não, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mas tambem,&lt;br /&gt;do Negro para o Branco, e as vezes até mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;entre a mesma raça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Que o RACISMO deve ser combatido, todo mundo sabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas a teoria nem sempre se aplica na prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Um exemplo disso, são as COTAS para negros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Isso pra mim, é mais uma demonstração de que o Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mesmo com toda essa diversidade racial,&lt;br /&gt;não deixa de ser um país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;preconceituoso, só que aqui, o racismo é mascarado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Simplesmente porque acredito, que as pessoas têm de vencer na vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;por mérito próprio. Independente da cor da sua pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Na grande maioria das escolas públicas de todo o Brasil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto existem alunos brancos como negros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A porcentagem de negros é maior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Talvez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eles não deixam de se relacionar, e principalmente,&lt;br /&gt;sem se beneficiarem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ou se prejudicarem, pelas suas cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Porque que na Universidade, ou em concursos e agora até em concursos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;públicos, precisamos de cotas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Isso pra mim, é como se estivessem dizendo " Negro, só sobe na vida,&lt;br /&gt;se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;for assim, com ajuda, porque não tem capacidade pra isso".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ERRADO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, as vagas nas universidades e afins, teriam que ser disputadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;por todos,&lt;br /&gt;sem cotas, e venceriam os melhores, independente de qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Por exemplo: Dois alunos estão se preparando pra disputar uma única vaga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;em uma faculdade, o branco se mata de estudar, o negro nem tanto,&lt;br /&gt;daí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;o branco tira maior nota, mas quem entra na faculdade é o negro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pra "preencher a cota" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;EU NÃO ACHO JUSTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Você pode estar pensando, mas você é negra, deveria apoiar, e não ser contra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sim, eu sou negra, amo a minha cor, e não mudaria nem se pudesse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mas ainda assim naum concordo, isso só afima a tese "racista" de que o negro é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;inferior. E EU NÃO SOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés de "cotas para negros", eu acredito que seriam muito mais proveitoso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"cotas para pessoas de classe média/baixa, ( que nem sempre são negras)",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque elas sim, por não terem condições de se preparar adequadamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acabam sendo as mais prejudicadas, muitas nem tentam, na sua grande maioria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;E acabam se contentando, com o serviço de caixa, do supermercado da esquina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Não que eu não ache digno, mas tem pessoas que tem capacidade,&lt;br /&gt;que são inteligentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;e que só precisam de uma boa preparação e oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;coisa que é rara no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Eu mesmo conheço um cara, que só estudou até a 4º série, mas que é um GÊNIO na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;matemática, faz contas gigantes em 5 segundos&lt;br /&gt;e negocia como ninguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tanto é que hoje ele é um empresario de sussesso, aqui onde eu moro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESUMINDO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Eu sou contra as cotas para negros,&lt;br /&gt;porque tenho certeza que não precisamos disso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;para subir na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no comercial do Governo Federal ainda diz "Brasil, um país de todos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HAHA² ATÉ PARECE!&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/944013880379765900-7867505643862362971?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7867505643862362971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cotas-para-negros-bom-ou-ruim.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7867505643862362971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7867505643862362971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cotas-para-negros-bom-ou-ruim.html' title='Cotas para negros - Bom ou Ruim?'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgojSMaoM_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zbGFSFwBVh4/s72-c/blg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-5053543054069265131</id><published>2009-05-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:41:10.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política ¬¬&apos;'/><title type='text'>Circo Brasil, o Palhaço aqui é VOCÊ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sghcg_6r2ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NfTuxHQwrCY/s1600-h/charge3zv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sghcg_6r2ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NfTuxHQwrCY/s400/charge3zv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334615480603498898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senhora e senhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Bem vindos ao maior circo do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Onde tudo acontece, assassinatos, roubos, mensalão, dossiês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;sanguessugas, e até 40% de carga tributaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A grande atração desse circo é ver os políticos pegarem seu dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;enfiarem na cueca, por numa conta no exterior, ir a julgamento e serem absolvidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Ver um parente seu ser assassinado, o assassino confessar o crime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e por não ter "antecedentes criminais" e mais algumas gambiarras nas leis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;faça com que ele seja absolvido também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Soltar os presos nos dias das mães pra sairem matando tudo pelo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e roubando tudo que é possível para comprar um presentinho pra mamãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;a mamãe merece um presentinho!¬¬'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Durante nosso intervalo veremos a deputada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Guadagnin (PT-SP)&lt;/span&gt; dançando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; como uma zebra, depois de saber que seu amigo João Magno (PT-MG) foi absolvido&lt;br /&gt;por receber dinheiro do Valerioduto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;E que ainda diz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" id="a13nb" class="noticialink"&gt;"Naquele momento, manifestei um sentimento de alegria de uma pessoa que conhece a trajetória de João Magno, não só o compromisso e seriedade que ele tem com a coisa pública, mas também [seu mandato] como prefeito da cidade de Ipatinga e o mandato dele em defesa da população. De jeito nenhum quis agredir ninguém, tripudiar com o cidadão ou comemorar a impunidade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Patético!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;E pra finalizar o grande espetáculo, deixaremos na voz do nosso célebre maestro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luiz Inácio "não sei de nada" Lula da Silva&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"Meus Caros companheiros, o Brasil está crescendo cada dia mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e eu não sei de nada!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHAHA,que vergonha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Circo Brasil! Aqui o palhaço é você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-5053543054069265131?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/5053543054069265131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/circo-brasil-o-palhaco-aqui-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/5053543054069265131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/5053543054069265131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/circo-brasil-o-palhaco-aqui-e-voce.html' title='Circo Brasil, o Palhaço aqui é VOCÊ!'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sghcg_6r2ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NfTuxHQwrCY/s72-c/charge3zv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-1434112581430410785</id><published>2009-05-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:50:00.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Homenagem as mães!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORQUE AS MÃES CHORAM TANTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgX7urp3ffI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hv7azpOQoT0/s1600-h/ternura_joana-moreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgX7urp3ffI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hv7azpOQoT0/s400/ternura_joana-moreira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333946113101102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="entrytext"&gt;    &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Por que você está chorando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele perguntou à sua mãe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu sou mãe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ela respondeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não entendi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ele disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela apenas o abraçou e sussurrou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca entenderá. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais tarde o menino perguntou ao pai&lt;br /&gt;Porque as mães parecem chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma aparente razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas as mães choram sem motivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Foi o que o pai conseguiu responder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;O menino cresceu, tornou-se um homem&lt;br /&gt;E ainda tentava entender porque mães&lt;br /&gt;Volta e meia estão chorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após muitos anos, já em avançada idade,&lt;br /&gt;Ele deixou o mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando sua alma viu-se frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Com Deus, logo disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor, nunca entendi porque mães&lt;br /&gt;Choram tão facilmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Disse Deus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Quando eu criei as mães&lt;br /&gt;Tinha que ser algo especial.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz seus ombros fortes o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Para carregar o peso do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E, ainda, suficientemente&lt;br /&gt;confortáveis para dar apoio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Eu dei a elas a força para&lt;br /&gt;A hora do nascimento dos filhos&lt;br /&gt;E para suportar a rejeição&lt;br /&gt;Que tantas vezes vem deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Eu dei a elas a fibra que permite&lt;br /&gt;A continuação da luta&lt;br /&gt;Quando todos à sua volta já desistiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Dei-lhes a perseverança em proteger&lt;br /&gt;A família por entre doenças e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Sem jamais desistir de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Dei-lhes a sensibilidade para amar seus filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Diante de quaisquer circunstâncias,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eles a tenham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magoado profundamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;Essa mesma sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;As ajuda a silenciar&lt;br /&gt;O chorinho dos seus bebês,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo com que se acalmem e,&lt;br /&gt;Quando adolescentes,&lt;br /&gt;Que compartilhem com ela&lt;br /&gt;Suas ansiedades e medos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… E, finalmente,&lt;br /&gt;Dei-lhes a lágrima para derramarem&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma razão aparente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sua única fraqueza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que fiz isso ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para não diferenciá-las por completo&lt;br /&gt;Do restante da espécie humana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FELIZ DIA DAS MÃES A TODOS AS MÃES DO MUNDO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-1434112581430410785?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1434112581430410785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/homenagem-as-maes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1434112581430410785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1434112581430410785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/homenagem-as-maes.html' title='Homenagem as mães!'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgX7urp3ffI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hv7azpOQoT0/s72-c/ternura_joana-moreira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-2558284824114973192</id><published>2009-05-09T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:00:00.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Te esqueço, ou te espero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgX3kGMziKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VPKuHFAqQoQ/s1600-h/mulher-triste1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgX3kGMziKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VPKuHFAqQoQ/s400/mulher-triste1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333941533201893538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Por inúmeras vezes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fiz esta pergunta,&lt;br /&gt;e por inúmeras vezes, não obtive resposta alguma.&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei te esquecer, mas o que eu sinto por você,&lt;br /&gt;sempre foi maior que eu!&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que eu sei é que Te Amo, e que talvez isso&lt;br /&gt;se perpetúe até o dia do meu último suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o fato de não poder te ver, te tocar, te beijar..&lt;br /&gt;Me machuca, me sufoca..&lt;br /&gt;Mas até hoje, eu prefiro te ver de longe, ao não te ver.&lt;br /&gt;Esperei você, amei você, chorei por você..&lt;br /&gt;Perdi você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas será mesmo que te perdi? Ou nunca te tive?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou, a Terra girou, você mudou,&lt;br /&gt;e eu fiquei aqui, estática, lhe esperando, com o coração na mão!&lt;br /&gt;Mas será mesmo que isso valeu apena?&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram, que quando passa-se a ter sofrimento, já não&lt;br /&gt;vale mais apena.&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu acredite, como esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Como arrancar do peito um sentimento, que só se multiplica?&lt;br /&gt;Não dá!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você, isso é indiscutível, mas não vou mais lhe esperar!&lt;br /&gt;Não como sempre esperei, estática, a tua espera.&lt;br /&gt;O meu sentimento por você, vai continuar aqui, onde sempre esteve,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu NÃO!&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia, você realmente me quizer, me chame..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu ainda, não esteja longe demais, e aí quem sabe,&lt;br /&gt;se valer apena, eu volte, por você!&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/944013880379765900-2558284824114973192?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2558284824114973192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-esqueco-ou-te-espero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2558284824114973192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2558284824114973192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-esqueco-ou-te-espero.html' title='Te esqueço, ou te espero?'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgX3kGMziKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VPKuHFAqQoQ/s72-c/mulher-triste1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-318145303767805914</id><published>2009-05-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:18:45.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variados'/><title type='text'>Mulher  " perfeitinha " .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfeitinhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgN5TgdfeMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KIDWTuHws44/s1600-h/hu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgN5TgdfeMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KIDWTuHws44/s400/hu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333239759774906562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tenho horror a mulher perfeitinha! Sabe aquele tipo que faz escova toda manhã, tá s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;empre na moda e é tão sorridente que parece garota-propaganda de processo de clareamento dentário? E, só pra piorar, tem a bunda dura! Pois então, mulheres assim são um porre. Pior, são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; brochantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Você deve estar pensando que sou só mais uma invejosa, ou louca, né?&lt;br /&gt;Então tá, mas posso provar a minha tese. Quer ver como você, caro leitor, também c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;oncorda comigo!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escova toda manhã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A fulana acorda as seis da matina pra deixar o cabelo parecido com o da Fernanda Lima. Perde momentos imprescindíveis de rolamento na cama, encoxamento do namorado (a) (se tiver) e pegação, pra encaixar-se no padrão "Alisabel é que é legal". Burra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na moda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;estilo pessoal, pra ela, é o que aparece nos anúncios da CARAS do mês. Você ver ela de shortinho, camiseta surrada e cabelo preso? JAMAIS! O que indica uma coisa: ela não vai querer ficar "desarrumada" nem enquanto tiver no " bem bom " com você. É capaz até de fazer pose em busca do melhor ângulo perante o espelho do quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorriso incessante:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Ela mora na vila dos Smurfs? Tá fazendo treinamento pra sucessora da Hebe, já que deste ano a véia não passa? Sou antipática com orgulho, só sorrio para quem provoca meu sorriso. Isso se chama autenticidade, meu caro. Coisa que, pra perfeitinhas, não existe. Aliás, elas nem sabem o que a palavra significa, coitadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bunda dura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As mulheres muito gostosas são muito chatas. Pra manter aquele "corpão", comem alface e tomam isotônico (isso quando não enfiam o dedo na garganta pra se livrar das 2 calorias que ingeriram), portanto não vão ti acompanhar nos pasteizinhos nem na porção de batata frita numa lanchonete no sabado a noite. Bebida, dá barriga e ela tem H-O-R-R-O-R a qualquer carninha saindo da calça de cintura tão baixa que o cós acaba onde começa a pornografia: nada de tomar um drink com você. Cerveja? Esquece! Melhor convidar o Jorjão, aquele seu amigo pançudo mas gente boa pra caramba.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pois é, você pode achar ela um tesão. Mas lembre-se que ela não curte uns pegas porque desglamouriza, se veste feito um manequim de vitrine de shopping, acha inadmissível você dar uma apertada na bunda dela em público, nunca toma porre e só sabe contar até quinze, que é até onde chega a seqüência de bíceps e tríceps. Que beleza de mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;E você reparou naquela bunda? Meu Deus...&lt;br /&gt;POR ISSO DIGO : Legal mesmo é mulher de verdade. E daí se ela tem celulite? Os homems que realmente interessam, nem sabem o que é isso! E se sabem, não vão ligar tanto, se na hora " H "&lt;br /&gt;você não deixar a desejar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pode ter uns quilinhos a mais, mas é uma ótima companheira de bebedeira.&lt;br /&gt;Pode até ser meio mal educada quando você larga a cueca no meio da sala, mas adora se agarrar contigo. Porque celulite, gordurinhas e desorganização têm solução (e, às vezes, nem chegam a ser um problema). Mas ainda não criaram um remédio pra futilidade. Nem pra dela, nem pra SUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;E não esqueçam-se do ditado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"Mulher muito gostosa e melancia muito grande, ninguém come sozinho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;E ai, concordam ou não, com a minha tese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHA² eu aviseiii, eu avisei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-318145303767805914?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/318145303767805914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mulher-perfeitinha.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/318145303767805914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/318145303767805914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mulher-perfeitinha.html' title='Mulher  &quot; perfeitinha &quot; .'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgN5TgdfeMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KIDWTuHws44/s72-c/hu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-362175703717653924</id><published>2009-05-07T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:45:29.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variados'/><title type='text'>Cara nova.</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma semana sem postar, voltamos, e bem melhor.&lt;br /&gt;De cara nova ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mas vocês não sabem como foi difícil, achar um template que prestasse,&lt;br /&gt;apesar da disponibilidade que temos na rede,&lt;br /&gt;achar um que seja em formato HTML, e que nos agrade,&lt;br /&gt;é uma tarefa bastante árdoa!&lt;br /&gt;Maaaas, eu achei, e é isso que importa!&lt;br /&gt;Sejam bem vindos novamente!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-362175703717653924?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/362175703717653924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cara-nova.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/362175703717653924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/362175703717653924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cara-nova.html' title='Cara nova.'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-529121747669692913</id><published>2009-05-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:59:10.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Patience - Guns N' Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgN1vBr-qUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1S1rOPnGaRY/s1600-h/gnr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgN1vBr-qUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1S1rOPnGaRY/s320/gnr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333235834503997762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" id="cmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Composição: Axl Rose / Izzy Stradlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One, two, one, two, three, four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (whistle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I'm still alright to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl, I think about you every day now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Was a time when I wasn't sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; But you set my mind at easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; There is no doubt you're in my heart now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Said, "woman, take it slow and it'll work itself out fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; All we need is just a little patience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Said, "sugar, make it slow and we'll come together fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; All we need is just a little patience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Patience, mm... yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I sit here on the stairs 'cause I'd rather be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; If I can't have you right now, I'll wait, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Sometimes I get so tense, but I can't speed up the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Said, "woman, take it slow and things will be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; You and I'll just use a little patience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Said, "sugar, take the time 'cause the lights are shining bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; You and I've got what it takes to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; We won't fake it, oh, I'll never break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; 'Cause I can't take it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (whistle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (Little patience, mm, yeah, mm, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (Need a little patience, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (Just a little patience, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (Some more patience, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I've been walking the streets at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Just tryin' to get it right (need some patience, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; It's hard to see with so many around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; You know, I don't like being stuck in the crowd (could use some patience, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And the streets don't change but, baby, the names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I ain't got time for the game (gotta have some patience, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 'Cause I need you yeah, yeah, but I need you, ooh... (all it takes is patience, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I need you, ooh... (just a little patience, ooh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I need you, ooh... (is all you need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; This time...&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/944013880379765900-529121747669692913?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/529121747669692913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/patience-guns-n-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/529121747669692913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/529121747669692913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/05/patience-guns-n-roses.html' title='Patience - Guns N&apos; Roses'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgN1vBr-qUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1S1rOPnGaRY/s72-c/gnr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-6212320498167457607</id><published>2009-04-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:00:38.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variados'/><title type='text'>HOMOFOBIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Preconceito, é opinião, sem conhecimento. (ý~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfpYMptvnpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nRKd5dfbGuY/s1600-h/cartaz_dia_homofobia_camara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfpYMptvnpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nRKd5dfbGuY/s400/cartaz_dia_homofobia_camara1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330670083325795986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje, vim falar de um assunto, grave e abominável que é o preconceito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele é totalmente dispensável, independente de sua origem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seja ela racial, social, ou sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;É incrível como em pleno século XXI as pessoas ainda não tenham intendido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que todo mundo é diferente de todo mundo, e isso naum quer dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;melhor nem pior, apenas diferente,  e essas diferenças não são apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;características físicas, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu não posso discriminar uma pessoa por ela gostar de peixe, pelo simples fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de que eu só como carne, nem ao contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu não posso discriminar um adulto que veja desenho, pelo simples fato de eu achar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que pra uma pessoa adulta que é um indivíduo integrado no mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;é muito mais importante ver telejornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As pessoas falam muito em preconceito, contra negros e mestiços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;preconceito de rico contra pobre, mas muitos se esquecem do preconceito contra os homossexuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagina você que justo o Brasil, que é um país considerado por muitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o país sem preconceito, por ser o país de todas as cores, o país dos mestiços, justo o próprio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;esta em primeiro lugar no Ranking dos países mais preconceituoso, quando o assunto é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sexualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Por isso digo, o Brasil não é um país sem preconceito, simplesmente, o preconceito aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;é camuflado, é escondido, um exemplo fiel disso, são as comunidades "orkutianas", lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;você não encontra nenhuma comunidade " eu odeio gays " mas o que mais tem é comunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do tipo, eu odeio o " não sei oque, gay" e se vc for perguntar porque odeiam, a resposta é simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;porque são gays. E aí? é ou não é preconceito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Na realidade esta ímplicito o preconceito contra gays, mas ninguem tem coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de dizer abertamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Grande parte desse preconceito, se deve as religiões que pregam o "heterossexismo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;termo recentemente ultilizado para a aversão de homossexualismo, como o ÚNICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAMINHO DA SEXUALIDADE, ou seja, pregam que um homem só pode amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uma mulher e vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eles, justo eles, os religiosos, que pregam tanto em nome de Deus, abominam os seus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;até então "irmãos", pelo simples fato de gostarem de pessoas do mesmo sexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas aí, eu pergunto, e o "livre harbítrio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E o amar ao próximo como a ti mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Onde ficam ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque é aceitável, um bandido, um assassino, que ja matou, inúmeras pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que já roubou, muitas vezes seus próprios famíliares, e quando resolvem entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pra igreja, ou se redimir, são "aceitos na graça de Deus" como se nunca tivessem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;feito nada, e uma pessoa que sempre foi de bem, nunca roubou, nunca matou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pelo simples fato de gostar de pessoas do mesmo sexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;é julgada e sem ter se quer oportunidade de defesa, condenada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não são eles quem dizem, e afirmam, que Deus é o criador de todas as coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que foi ele quem deu vida a tudo e a todos, e os fez exatamente como são?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Realmente, não intendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não seria o amor, independente de sua origem, o que devia ser pregado realmente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E muitos ainda me criticam, quando digo, que não acredito que religião leva ninguem a nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finalizo lembrando, que o homossexualismo, afeta todas as classes sociais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tanto as mais altas, quanto as mais baixas, mas que isso, não torna um melhor do que o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas sim, mostra, que isso não é um problema social, nem exclusivo de uma só sociedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e que pode acontecer com qualquer um, inclusive com você, ou comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Por isso, não discrime, não julgue pra não ser julgado, e intenda que o amor, nasce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;onde deve nascer, independente do sexo de quem os recebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;} Eu não pedi pra nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu não nasci pra perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nem vou sobrar de vítima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sfpyzb2e_8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/t5eOHx0j6XQ/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sfpyzb2e_8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/t5eOHx0j6XQ/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330699336921579458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Das circunstâncias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu tô plugado na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu tô curando a ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Às vezes eu me sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uma bala perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E agente vive junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E a gente se dá bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não desejamos mal a quase ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E a gente vai à luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E conhece a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Consideramos justa toda forma de amor {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-6212320498167457607?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6212320498167457607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/homofobia.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6212320498167457607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6212320498167457607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/homofobia.html' title='HOMOFOBIA'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfpYMptvnpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nRKd5dfbGuY/s72-c/cartaz_dia_homofobia_camara1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-7013994312483369065</id><published>2009-04-28T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:09:40.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variados'/><title type='text'>Dores Contidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As lágrimas são o sagrado direito da dor! { &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Franz Seraphicus Grillparzer } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sffj8U6MtqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YHlk0oobj2w/s1600-h/lagrima-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sffj8U6MtqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YHlk0oobj2w/s320/lagrima-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329979309560739490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;ão existem pessoas choronas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o que existe são pessoas que guardam suas dores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e retraem suas mágoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Por não poderem exprimi-lás no momento em que realmente as sente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sufocam sua tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mas essas mágoas, tristezas, precisam de alguma forma, serem postas para fora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e é justamente nas horas consideradas "bobas", que elas veêm à tona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ninguem chota à toa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E nenhum motivo é bobo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As pessoas são diferentes, com sentimentos diferentes, e fraquezas diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sendo assim, o que é bobo pra uns, pode ser muito sério pra outros, e vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Por isso digo, dor contida é dor múltiplicada; Porque você a sente duas vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;quando você a sufoca e quando você ha põe pra fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Por isso afirmo, mais vale uma hora de choro, e o término de uma dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;do que o sorriso falso no rosto, enquanto você está se diluindo por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;prolongando assim uma dor, que talvez, jamais terá cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ninguem chora à toa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nenhum motivo é bobo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E conter a dor, é multiplicá-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-7013994312483369065?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7013994312483369065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dores-contidas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7013994312483369065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7013994312483369065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dores-contidas.html' title='Dores Contidas'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sffj8U6MtqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YHlk0oobj2w/s72-c/lagrima-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-1908184755261072828</id><published>2009-04-27T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:29:15.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens engraçadas.'/><title type='text'>Que romanticooo ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfaF1yicJOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5WxJJaAn_QY/s1600-h/fgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfaF1yicJOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5WxJJaAn_QY/s400/fgf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329594368185345250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O amor de FATO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;é cego, surdo e mudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-1908184755261072828?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1908184755261072828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-romanticooo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1908184755261072828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1908184755261072828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-romanticooo.html' title='Que romanticooo ♥'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfaF1yicJOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5WxJJaAn_QY/s72-c/fgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-6641866261699579093</id><published>2009-04-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:17:58.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Coração Partido ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfYfR5CpngI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LRBpu1FryJE/s1600-h/91044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfYfR5CpngI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LRBpu1FryJE/s320/91044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481601269734914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hoje, acordei sentindo uma grande dor no peito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sentei-me ao pé da cama, coloquei minha mão sobre meu peito,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e perguntei ao meu coração:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você tem?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque está tão inquieto dentro de mim?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está doente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Fiquei uns minutos em silêncio e aí foi minha alma a começar a ficar inquieta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Perguntei a ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que tens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque se atormenta dentro de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Minha alma disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou assim porque você está assim;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz perguntas, mas não tenho as respostas e sei que isso a faz infeliz...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você se sente tão pequena, e isso me faz pequena também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você queria ser diferente e eu fico triste por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você está tão só, e eu me sinto sem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mais uma vez tornei a ficar em silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E foi aí que meu coração meio confuso me respondeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou tão triste... Sinto-me tão pequeno...&lt;br /&gt;Estou magoado com você!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sem jeito e perguntei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que foi que eu te fiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ele respondeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você sofre tanto com as pessoas; preocupa-se com elas,&lt;br /&gt;é atenciosa, procura ser prestativa e na maioria das&lt;br /&gt;vezes sempre se decepciona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você ama e depois sofre e fala que a culpa é minha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você espera por algo que não vem, e fica triste...&lt;br /&gt;Aí você chora e dói em mim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de curativos para um coração partido...&lt;br /&gt;Curativos bons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Perguntei ao meu coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como assim bons?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele respondeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curativos que estanquem essa sua tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;essa sua mágoa, essa sua solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que estejam com você nos dias frios e nas noites vazias,&lt;br /&gt;nos dias de tempestade e nas horas que você se sentir tão só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eles sejam tão grandes que possam envolver seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;em um abraço cheio de ternura e que você se sinta segura e amparada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curativos que te façam sentir o quanto você é especial e amada,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que você nunca tenha sentido esse amor,&lt;br /&gt;nem de seus próprios pais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preciso de bons curativos, que não sejam eternos,&lt;br /&gt;afinal nada é para sempre, mas, que não sejam descartáveis...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curativos que absorvam esse sofrimento, essa dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa ferida que não se vê, apenas se sente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que sejam fortes, e aprova d'água,&lt;br /&gt;para que não se estraguem com suas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;que sejam macios, para poder te fazer carinho nos dias em que&lt;br /&gt;você se sentir carente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curativos que acima de tudo nunca a decepcione,&lt;br /&gt;prometendo coisas que não cumprem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curativos companheiros e sinceros, que se importem realmente com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não quero pena, quero amor... Amor de verdade!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que você também se ame,&lt;br /&gt;e prometa que vai procurar cuidar mais de mim,&lt;br /&gt;sou parte de você e se você sofre eu também sofro...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;ueria poder colocar você dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;secar suas lágrimas ninar você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dizer-te que tudo vai passar e te proteger das decepções da sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;afinal você já sofreu tanto que não sei como ainda consigo bater forte&lt;br /&gt;em seu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pena... Ninguém perceber isso!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de Curativos para um coração partido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curativos que venham do Amor!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois somente o Amor cura e sara as dores e feridas&lt;br /&gt;de um coração partido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-6641866261699579093?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6641866261699579093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-1408513851120172134</id><published>2009-04-27T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:47:04.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Eu queria..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfX9QZu8FNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CxdICvf4x4g/s1600-h/euqueriaapenas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfX9QZu8FNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CxdICvf4x4g/s400/euqueriaapenas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444192290346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;T.A.C.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-1408513851120172134?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1408513851120172134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-queria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1408513851120172134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1408513851120172134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-queria.html' title='Eu queria..'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfX9QZu8FNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CxdICvf4x4g/s72-c/euqueriaapenas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-9057305660491790097</id><published>2009-04-26T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:26:05.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seleção Rubro Negra ♥'/><title type='text'>Meu time, Minha seleção, Meu amor !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Flamengo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;campeões [.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfVMZqSGCNI/AAAAAAAAADw/942o0n0fzGc/s1600-h/flamengo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfVMZqSGCNI/AAAAAAAAADw/942o0n0fzGc/s320/flamengo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329249737793472722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; TE AMO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por isso eu canto o que todos já sabem de cor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Motivos são tantos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;daqui a mil anos ainda serás o maior!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Maraca Lotado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; é o palco sagrado da tua consagração,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;o amado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;és aclamado do Rio até o Japão! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;taça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/944013880379765900-9057305660491790097?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/9057305660491790097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-time-minha-selecao-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-912486184080545591</id><published>2009-04-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:49:47.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variados'/><title type='text'>Geometria dos corpos</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A menor distância&lt;br /&gt;entre dois pontos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que se atraem na razão inversa&lt;br /&gt;da razão e do verso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beija meus senos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;percorre minha hipotenusa&lt;br /&gt;para te perderes no triângulo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;molhado sob minhas bermudas 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/&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e descobrir minhas incógnitas&lt;br /&gt;me rasgando com teu cateto. 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/&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra a quadratura do círculo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na curva de meus quadris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/944013880379765900-912486184080545591?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/912486184080545591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/uyyi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/912486184080545591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/912486184080545591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/uyyi.html' title='Geometria dos corpos'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfVG66rky3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/T5x4xPZQBxk/s72-c/Corpos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-6069434491523485898</id><published>2009-04-24T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:56:05.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Sentimentos SÃO eternos, paciência NÃO !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfVIyLNh-3I/AAAAAAAAADo/JMI8ukxS5ZM/s1600-h/Maos-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfVIyLNh-3I/AAAAAAAAADo/JMI8ukxS5ZM/s320/Maos-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329245760903052146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As pessoas tem o péssimo hábito de achar que por certas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;gostarem delas, elas podem pintar e bordar&lt;br /&gt;e depois &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;com um simples pedido de desculpa&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;poderão resolver tudo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e tudo voltará a ser como antes, mas não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NÃO É BEM ASSIM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas têm sentimentos, e se magooam sim, com certas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;coisas que são ditas, principalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; se elas consideram,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a pessoa quem disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É muito fácil você literalmente, "cagar" pela boca,&lt;br /&gt;e depois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perdir desculpa, como se só isso, apagasse tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NÃO HÁ DISCARGAS NA MEMÓRIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Errar uma vez e se desculpar as vezes, é aceitável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda assim, faz mal, a quem é ofendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina inúmeras vezes, frequentemente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;vinda de uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;que você considera incondicionalmente?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É.. muito complicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Só que infelizmente ainda assim, quando você realmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tem um sentimento por ela, ele se perpetúa, e não morre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas a paciência essa sim tem limite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Portanto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dê valor aos seus amigos, à sua família, ao que você tem.&lt;br /&gt;Dê valor ao seu mundo, a sua vida, porque tudo passa,&lt;br /&gt;tudo tem seu limite, e um dia você sentirá falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E não esqueça de dar valor a quem você ama, pois se você perder,&lt;br /&gt;o depois pode ser tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E principalmente se você realmente ama,&lt;br /&gt;não diga apenas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;demostre, porque assim, por mais que um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;suas palavras magooem, e façam com que alguem que vc realmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ama,&lt;br /&gt;duvide do seu sentimento por ela,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As suas atitudes as daram toda&lt;br /&gt;e plena certeza, que o seu " &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Era de coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Post dedicado a Vitor Fernandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-6069434491523485898?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6069434491523485898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimentos-sao-eternos-paciencia-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6069434491523485898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/6069434491523485898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimentos-sao-eternos-paciencia-nao.html' title='Sentimentos SÃO eternos, paciência NÃO !'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfVIyLNh-3I/AAAAAAAAADo/JMI8ukxS5ZM/s72-c/Maos-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-4844091070738537864</id><published>2009-04-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:28:46.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas.'/><title type='text'>Fácil, Difícil ... ( Carlos Drummond de Andrade )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfCVy4xawvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4JvHPfN3jrI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923060644954866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfCVy4xawvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4JvHPfN3jrI/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eterno, é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se petrifica, e nenhuma força jamais o resgata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é ouvir a música que toca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é ouvir a sua consciência. Acenando o tempo todo, mostrando nossas escolhas erradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é ditar regras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é seguí-las. Ter a noção exata de nossas próprias vidas, ao invés de ter noção das vidas dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é perguntar o que deseja saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é estar preparado para escutar esta resposta. Ou querer entender a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é chorar ou sorrir quando der vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é sorrir com vontade de chorar ou chorar de rir, de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é dar um beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é entregar a alma. Sinceramente, por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é sair com várias pessoas ao longo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é entender que pouquíssimas delas vão te aceitar como você é e te fazer feliz por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é ocupar um lugar na caderneta telefônica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é ocupar o coração de alguém. Saber que se é realmente amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é sonhar todas as noites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é lutar por um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é mentir para o nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é ver o que queremos enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Admitir que nos deixamos levar, mais uma vez, isso é difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é dizer "oi" ou "como vai"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é dizer "adeus". Principalmente quando somos culpados pela partida de alguém de nossas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fácil é abraçar, apertar as mãos, beijar de olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é sentir a energia que é transmitida. Aquela que toma conta do corpo como uma corrente elétrica quando tocamos a pessoa certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fácil é querer ser amado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Difícil é amar completamente só. Amar de verdade, sem ter medo de viver, sem ter medo do depois. Amar e se entregar. E aprender a dar valor somente a quem te ama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente que expressem sua opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente sentimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-4844091070738537864?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/4844091070738537864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/facil-dificil-carlos-drummond-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/4844091070738537864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/4844091070738537864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/facil-dificil-carlos-drummond-de.html' title='Fácil, Difícil ... ( Carlos Drummond de Andrade )'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SfCVy4xawvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4JvHPfN3jrI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-502859390505462586</id><published>2009-04-21T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:37:25.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>Não Reprima seus sentimentos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se5mrZN6MoI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gq-DRu3ocVE/s1600-h/255.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327308304915509890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se5mrZN6MoI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gq-DRu3ocVE/s400/255.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca tenhas medo de perder alguém, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se for a pessoa certa ela pode ir, mas voltará. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se um dia perderes alguém, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acredite, por mais difícil que seja, outras pessoas virão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se5ikOB_TII/AAAAAAAAACc/rG7b7DDCFxA/s1600-h/255.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Se um dia a tristeza vier ao seu encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe rolar dos olhos uma lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;Da boca um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;E do coração uma prece,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não são covardes os que amam..&lt;br /&gt;E sim os que não amam por medo de chorar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acredite, se a pessoa te ama, ela volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahhh se volta ! 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ETERNO AMOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;É, mais uma vez, di novo e novamente, como ja era de se esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PELA 18º VEZ, FLAMENGO CAMPEÃO DA TAÇA GUANABARA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mais uma vez, di novo e novamente, BOSTA&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FOGO&lt;/span&gt;, VICE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se1IzlMuNII/AAAAAAAAACU/a90SP4l6tWc/s1600-h/chororovf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326993985245164674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se1IzlMuNII/AAAAAAAAACU/a90SP4l6tWc/s320/chororovf7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARABÉNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SELEÇÃO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FLAMENGUISTA&lt;/span&gt;, POR &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAIS&lt;/span&gt; ESTA &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VITÓRIA&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flamengo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;é uma emoção diferente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem é sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Quem não é, não entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HISTÓRIA DE GLÓRIA&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nome&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CLUBE DE REGATAS FLAMENGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fundado em&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17/Novembro/1895&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End.:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Av. Borges de Medeiros, 997 Lagoa (Gávea) - Rio de Janeiro/RJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CEP:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22.430-040&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estádio da Gávea&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;capacidade: 8.500 pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Início :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A grande história do "Rubro Negro" teve inicio a partir da idéia de criação do esporte mais praticado no inicio do seculo passado - o remo. Os remadores - José Agostinho Pereira da Cunha, Mário Spindola, Nestor de Barros, Augusto Lopes, José Félix da Cunha Meneses e Felisberto Laport - resolveram comprar um barco. O escolhido foi um já velho, porém adequado às finanças disponíveis. Este barco ganhou o nome de "Pherusa". Dias depois (06/10), os jovens remadores foram dar a primeira volta, partiram da praia de Maria Angu (atual Ramos) até a praia do Flamengo. No caminho a forte tempestade virou a embarcação e os náufragos tiveram que se segurar no que restou da Pherusa. Mas o grupo estava disposto a recuperar a embarcação e iniciaram uma reforma. Quando estava quase pronta foi roubada e nunca mais vista. Mas o entusiasmo em fundar um grupo de regatas não desapareceu. Os jovens decidiram comprar outro barco. George Lenzinger, José Agostinho, José Félix e Felisberto Laport entraram na história, juntaram o dinheiro necessário e compraram o Etoile, de Luciano Gray, logo batizado de Scyra e registrado na Union de Canotiers. Assim, à 17 de novembro de 1895, no casarão de Nestor de Barros, número 22 da Praia do Flamengo, onde era guardada a Pherusa e depois a Scyra, foi fundado o Grupo de Regatas do Flamengo e, com ele, eleita a sua primeira diretoria: Domingos Marques de Azevedo, presidente; Francisco Lucci Colás, vice-presidente; Nestor de Barros, secretário; Felisberto Cardoso Laport, tesoureiro. Assinaram ainda, a presente ata, como sócios-fundadores, José Agostinho Pereira da Cunha, Napoleão Coelho de Oliveira, Mário Spíndola, José Maria Leitão da Cunha, Carlos Sardinha, Eduardo Sardinha, José Felix da Cunha Menezes, Emygdio José Barbosa (ou Emygdio Pereira, ou ainda Edmundo Rodrigues Pereira, hà controvérsias) Maurício Rodrigues Pereira, Desidério Guimarães, George Leuzinger, Augusto Lopes da Silveira, João de Almeida Lustosa e José Augusto Chalréo, sendo que os três últimos faltaram à reunião, mas assinaram a ata dias depois e receberam o título. No encontro, foi acordado que a data oficial seria a de 15 de novembro, pois no aniversário do Flamengo sempre seria feriado nacional (Dia da Proclamação da República), e que as cores oficiais seriam azul e ouro, em largas listras horizontais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Futebol :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A partir do início do século XX, o futebol começava a disputar popularidade na cidade do Rio de Janeiro com o remo. Mas, como o clube rubro-negro não dispunha de departamento de esportes terrestres, seus sócios eram obrigados a acompanhar o Fluminense também, pois em Laranjeiras havia um time para torcer. O maior exemplo desta divisão era Alberto Borgerth. Pela manhã, era remador no Flamengo. À tarde, representava o Fluminense no futebol. Os torcedores, sem opção para acompanhar os dois esportes em um só clube, seguiam o mesmo comportamento, dividindo-se na paixão clubística. O Flamengo, então, começou a dar os seus primeiros passos no nobre esporte bretão. No primeiro amistoso, realizado dia 25 de outubro de 1903 no Estádio do Paissandú Atlético Clube, perde do Botafogo por 5 a 1, com a seguinte formação: G.V. de Castro, V. Fatam, H. Palm, Sampaio Ferraz, A. Gibbons (capitão), L. Neves, C. Pullen, M. Morand, A. Vasconcelos, D. Moutinho e A. Simonsen, com os reservas M. Gudin e A. Furtado. Uma curiosidade é que o time de futebol não entrava em campo com o uniforme oficial do Flamengo. No primeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw464576430120(event, this, '270107152'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " onclick="hwClick464576430120(270107152);return false;" href="http://www.campeoesdofutebol.com.br/historia_flamengo.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, vestiu camisas brancas e shorts pretos. Depois, foi obrigado a usar o Papagaio de Vintém e a Cobra Coral. O esporte era malvisto pelo remo rubro-negro e, por isso, o clube só se filiou à Liga Metropolitana de Futebol - criada em 1905 - em 1912, depois do ingresso dos ex-tricolores, ficando cerca de nove anos disputando somente amistosos. A Oficialização do FutebolO futebol do Flamengo é dissidente do Fluminense. Em 1911, o tricolor estava às vésperas do título carioca, mas, atravessava grave crise interna. O capitão do time, Alberto Borgeth (o mesmo que remava pelo Flamengo), se desentendeu com os dirigentes e, depois de conquistado o campeonato, liderou um movimento de saída das Laranjeiras. Dez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw289668922020(event, this, '270107152'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " onclick="hwClick289668922020(270107152);return false;" href="http://www.campeoesdofutebol.com.br/historia_flamengo.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jogadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; campeões deixaram o Fluminense: Othon de Figueiredo Baena, Píndaro de Carvalho Rodrigues, Emmanuel Augusto Nery, Ernesto Amarante, Armando de Almeida, Orlando Sampaio Matos, Gustavo Adolpho de Carvalho, Lawrence Andrews e Arnaldo Machado Guimarães. Dia 8 de novembro, foi aprovado o ingresso dos novos sócios. Os remadores do Flamengo, porém, não eram favoráveis à dedicação oficial do clube rubro-negro ao futebol, caso que estava sendo analisado por uma comissão da qual o líder era justamente Alberto Borgerth. Mas não teve jeito mesmo. Em assembléia realizada no dia 24 de dezembro de 1911, o Flamengo criou oficialmente o seu time de futebol, sob a responsabilidade do Departamento de Esportes Terrestres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aqui na arquibancada vai abrir um BANDEIRÃO, anunciando ao mundo que quem reina é o meu MENGÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Na primeira ou na 3° divisão, estará sempre dentro do meu coração .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-1600980301072861332?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1600980301072861332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/clube-de-regatas-do-flamengo-eterno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1600980301072861332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1600980301072861332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/clube-de-regatas-do-flamengo-eterno.html' title='Clube de Regatas do Flamengo. ETERNO AMOR!'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se1IzlMuNII/AAAAAAAAACU/a90SP4l6tWc/s72-c/chororovf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-2242222409299875060</id><published>2009-04-18T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:47:32.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens engraçadas.'/><title type='text'>Pode ser uma loooonga, espera !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se1AfcZDWZI/AAAAAAAAACM/KBaheE-TCug/s1600-h/engracadas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326984843190557074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se1AfcZDWZI/AAAAAAAAACM/KBaheE-TCug/s400/engracadas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Triste fim rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-2242222409299875060?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2242222409299875060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/pode-ser-uma-loooonga-espera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2242222409299875060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/2242222409299875060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/pode-ser-uma-loooonga-espera.html' title='Pode ser uma loooonga, espera !'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se1AfcZDWZI/AAAAAAAAACM/KBaheE-TCug/s72-c/engracadas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-7584239358000811906</id><published>2009-04-17T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:49:41.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Tempo ! Bendito Tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se086y37MPI/AAAAAAAAACE/cBTlAax1SfA/s1600-h/er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326980915035582706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se086y37MPI/AAAAAAAAACE/cBTlAax1SfA/s320/er.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aquele Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sabe quando você ama uma pessoa, intensamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E ele te ama tambem, e ai vocês fazem juras de amor eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;planos e toda aquele ritual de casal apaixonado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;POIS É! Eu passei por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E ai, as brigas começam, e passam a ser cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;frequentes, e você percebe que aquele GRANDE AMOR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;já não é mais tão grande assim ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;POIS É! Eu já passei por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E aí você resolve curtir a vida, passa a sair mais com seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;amigos, conhece pessoas novas, e se envolve com algumas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;POIS É! Eu também ja passei por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aiiii, derrepente, num momento que você menos espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Como um flash, você começa a lembrar, daquela pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que ti fez tão feliz, mas que infelizmente por brigas bobas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;( que você só percebe que forão bobas depois do fim ),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E começa a lembrar dos velhos planos, e sonhos, que faziam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E derrepente, seus olhos brilham e seu coração dispara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;como se ele estivesse lá, novamente, e só ai você percebe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;que aquele GRANDE AMOR, nunca deixou de existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E que talvez vocês só precisacem de um tempo separados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;para perceber quanta falta fazem um pro outro ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;POIS É! Eu tô passando por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E quando você acha que não, AQUELE SEU AMOR, aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;que fez planos contigo, que sonhou contigo, reaparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E você começa a reviver tudo outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E se dá conta que tudo está muito melhor do que antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Porque ai você já aprendeu, que brigas BOBAS não são pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;serem levadas a sério, já viu que um amor VERDADEIRO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;não acaba por qualquer coisa, e principalmente, aprendeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;QUE O TEMPO É O MELHOR REMÉDIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para meu único e eterno amor ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/944013880379765900-7584239358000811906?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7584239358000811906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempo-bendito-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7584239358000811906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7584239358000811906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempo-bendito-tempo.html' title='Tempo ! Bendito Tempo.'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Se086y37MPI/AAAAAAAAACE/cBTlAax1SfA/s72-c/er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-1265867616013335772</id><published>2009-04-16T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:35:48.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here For You - Ozzy Osbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sefo0pycfmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/q--qFFlflkA/s1600-h/ggggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sefo0pycfmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/q--qFFlflkA/s320/ggggg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481075657178722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the good times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd wonder would it last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream about the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the future is the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't wanna live in yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cross my heart until I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't wanna know just what tomorrow may bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because today has just begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; No matter whatever else I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm here for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So now I sit here and I wonder,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Too many bought a one way ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But I'll be with you 'till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't wanna live in yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cross my heart until I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't wanna know just what tomorrow may bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because today has just begun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whatever else I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm here for you.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my religion, you're my reason to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are the heaven in my hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; We've been together for a long long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I just can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm here for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tradução :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu lembro dos bons tempos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu gostaria que durasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu costumava sonhar com o futuro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora o futuro é passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Não quero viver no passado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucifique meu coração até que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Não quero saber o que está por vir amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Porque o dia apenas começou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa mais o que eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu estou aqui para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu estou aqui para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu sento aqui e fico querendo saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; O que aconteceu com meus amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos compraram só a passagem de ida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Mas eu estarei aqui até o final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Não quero viver do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Atravesse meu coração até que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Não quero saber o que está por vir amanhã&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o dia apenas começou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa mais o que eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu estou aqui para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha religião, minha razão para viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Você é o céu no meu inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Nós estivemos juntos por um muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; E eu não posso viver sem você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa o que você fizer,&lt;br /&gt;eu estou aqui para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu estou aqui para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não ame pela beleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pois um dia ela acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não ame por admiração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pois um dia você se decepciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ame apenas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pois o tempo nunca pode acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;com um amor sem explicação !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-1265867616013335772?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1265867616013335772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-for-you-ozzy-osbourne-i-remember.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1265867616013335772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1265867616013335772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-for-you-ozzy-osbourne-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/Sefo0pycfmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/q--qFFlflkA/s72-c/ggggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-197993766996506239</id><published>2009-04-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:43:40.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>Istambul  -  Turquia 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeVqbhSp4FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hi137RWEhiU/s1600-h/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeVqbhSp4FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hi137RWEhiU/s400/st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324779155461103698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(232, 121, 215);font-family:comic sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Há pessoas que transformam o sol numa simples mancha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;amarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;mas há também aquelas que fazem de uma simples mancha amarela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(232, 121, 215);font-family:comic sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;o seu próprio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/944013880379765900-197993766996506239?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/197993766996506239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/stambul-turquia-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/197993766996506239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/197993766996506239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/stambul-turquia-2007.html' title='Istambul  -  Turquia 2007.'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeVqbhSp4FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hi137RWEhiU/s72-c/st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-3236008653851117819</id><published>2009-04-13T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:44:26.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Queridos amigos, [ Parte 3 # ] Final . ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeQAbG-by2I/AAAAAAAAABs/eOcLLL7oH4M/s1600-h/imagem10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeQAbG-by2I/AAAAAAAAABs/eOcLLL7oH4M/s400/imagem10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324381125187717986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para meus Grandes amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Parando pra refletir sobre muitas coisas, percebi o quanto o fator AMIZADE,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;é importante pra nossa felicidade!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes não entendemos, como certas pessoas, em tão pouco tempo podem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;passar a ser tão importantes na nossa vida, ao ponto de não podermos mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pensar nem se quer na possibilidade de não tê-las por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Seja um amigo de infância, um colega de escola, um amigo de balada, ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;aquele de Fé* que tu sabe, que independente do que for, pro que for, ele vai esta la!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;É com eles que passamos os momentos mais felizes, que damos as mais gostosas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;gargalhadas, passamos os maiores sufocos, compartilhamos os maiores problemas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;e dividimos as maiores alegrias!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;São eles que estão presentes nas nossas histórias mais hilárias, mais engraçadas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;e até nas mais difíceis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Seja por um sorriso, por um abraço, por um olhar, ou até mesmo por uma conversa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;via MSN, eles sempre estão lá, e você sente que eles estão!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Quem tem amigos nunca está sozinho, nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu dedico esse post a todos os meus amigos, sejam eles virtuais, amigos de infância,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;parceiros de baladas ou colegas de escola.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Obrigado por estarem sempre comigo, e caminharem junto a mim, nessa estrada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;chamada VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amooo Vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-3236008653851117819?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/3236008653851117819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/queridos-amigos-parte-3-final.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/3236008653851117819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/3236008653851117819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/queridos-amigos-parte-3-final.html' title='Queridos amigos, [ Parte 3 # ] Final . ♥'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeQAbG-by2I/AAAAAAAAABs/eOcLLL7oH4M/s72-c/imagem10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-1132516580047012936</id><published>2009-04-12T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:58:28.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Queridos amigos, [ Parte 2 # ] ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img411.imageshack.us/my.php?image=amizade1248115021amizad.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/8195/amizade1248115021amizad.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-1132516580047012936?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1132516580047012936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/queridos-amigos-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1132516580047012936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/1132516580047012936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/queridos-amigos-parte-2.html' title='Queridos amigos, [ Parte 2 # ] ♥'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-4094404432473377388</id><published>2009-04-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:59:14.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Queridos amigos, [ Parte 1 # ] ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeLWIvGC0DI/AAAAAAAAABU/DwE4gCrfZ2U/s1600-h/amizade1top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeLWIvGC0DI/AAAAAAAAABU/DwE4gCrfZ2U/s200/amizade1top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324053155074461746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Simplesmente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="para"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amigos sabem quando serão amigos! Pois compartilham momeentos, estão sempre lado a lado, nas conquistas, nas derrotas, nas horas boas e nas difíceis. Amizade nem sempre é pensar do mesmo jeito, mas abrir mão de vez em quando. Amizade é ter um irmão! É compartilhar segredos, é compreensão, é contar com alguém, é ter algo em comum e tambem não ter nada em comum. É saber que se tem mais em comum do que se imagina, é sentir saudade, é dar preferência, é bater um ciúme. Amizade que é amizade nunca acaba mesmo que apareçam outras pessoas no nosso caminho! *-*&lt;br /&gt;Por que amizade não se explica, ela simplesmente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SIMPLESMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, acontece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dedicado a todos os meus Amigos ♥ . Part. 1 #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/944013880379765900-4094404432473377388?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/4094404432473377388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/queridos-amigos-parte-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/4094404432473377388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/4094404432473377388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/queridos-amigos-parte-1.html' title='Queridos amigos, [ Parte 1 # ] ♥'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeLWIvGC0DI/AAAAAAAAABU/DwE4gCrfZ2U/s72-c/amizade1top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944013880379765900.post-7372151909511778984</id><published>2009-04-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:59:46.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Não Banalize o amor !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeF-NbPLQMI/AAAAAAAAABI/0_euLlFlJI0/s1600-h/0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeF-NbPLQMI/AAAAAAAAABI/0_euLlFlJI0/s200/0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323675003643445442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nesse meu primeiro post, resolvi falar de uma coisa que muito me revolta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a banalização do amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Talvez eu esteja ficando careta demais, talvez o mundo esteja evoluindo e eu não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Só não acredito que evolução seja falar sem pensar palavras de um valor inestimável e inesgotável, quantas pessoas já disseram que amavam mais de um namorado, mais de mil pessoas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ta confuso, ta banal, ta momentâneo, ta uma merda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Estão confundindo amor com gostar, eu gosto de tudo, só que amar... Ai nem eu mesma sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sei do que preciso pra viver, daqueles que não quero que saiam da minha vida nunca. E não preciso dizer a eles sua importância, tá implícito no olhar, nítido mais do que nas palavras, nas atitudes e na presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu te amo tem muita importância, tem a essência da alma, o peso do espírito, um coração na bandeja da vida, não banalize aquilo que desde o primeiro ser humano é romântico e nos motiva a viver. Não perca o romantismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não banalize o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;, não banalize o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMOR ♥&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944013880379765900-7372151909511778984?l=umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7372151909511778984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-banalize-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7372151909511778984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944013880379765900/posts/default/7372151909511778984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpoucoodtudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-banalize-o-amor.html' title='Não Banalize o amor !'/><author><name>•Tнαyєททє Rσdrigυês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056506692087814102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SgIz-D2a8PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WKZDgD5PRnA/S220/jj+747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HM9JmM-v8tw/SeF-NbPLQMI/AAAAAAAAABI/0_euLlFlJI0/s72-c/0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
