<?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-5206178957967829601</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:38:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nóias da Chris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-5969319146376559540</id><published>2011-01-03T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T06:48:39.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TSHcT_qCyXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UsiDYvof8-M/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TSHcT_qCyXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UsiDYvof8-M/s200/005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965651215305074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mas há a vida que é para ser intensamente vivida, há o amor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Que tem que ser vivido até a última gota. Sem nenhum medo. Não mata."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarice Lispector                    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;E 2010, foi o ano do AMOR!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;Portanto venho aqui deixar meu agradecimento a ti NAMORADO, por fazer meu 2010 um ano repleto de alegrias, risos, brincadeiras, conversas, confissões, carícias, seriados, filmes, sorvetes, chocolates, companheirismo e sonhos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;Obrigada por tornar minhas lágrimas mais doces, meus risos mais prolongados, meus sonhos mais alcançáveis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;Obrigada por mesmo envergonhado me fazer o pedido que transformou meu modo de pensar, agir, que me fez crescer e idealizar um futuro promissor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;Obrigada por amenizar as crises, com palavras bonitos, olhares fixos, chocolates, beijos e abraços. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;Obrigada por se deixar cativar e por me cativar também amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;Obrigada por fazer parte da minha vida em um ano cheio de altos e baixos, no qual eu aprendi o real significado da palavra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;EU AMO VOCÊ *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TSHcT_qCyXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UsiDYvof8-M/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-4244955494662489130</id><published>2010-10-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:10:52.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SoNhOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TLpobFHDMhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TCr7ApsZDCY/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TLpobFHDMhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TCr7ApsZDCY/s200/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528846306988208658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A vida se tece de sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;São retalhos, pedacinhos de esperança carregados de amor unidos a um!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A vida não se conta apenas pelos anos que se passam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas pelo o que fazemos ao longe de nossa existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bem aventurados os que cuidam do perfil interior e exterior, porque a harmonia das pessoas faz mais bela a convivência humana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bem aventurados os que põe a sensibilidade, a cultura e o talento de maneira humilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todos os seus sentidos a seu serviço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bem aventurados são aquelas que na dor se empenham com gestos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sendo só fissura ou loucura, algumas vezes cansada, mas sabe-se que ninguém sabe o que procura!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bem aventuradas aqueles que seus valores não dependam do que pensam de você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que a fama não signifique necessariamente ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que a vaidade seja saudável, que o excesso não ocorra aprisionando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bem aventurados os que exercitam cooperação, pois colocam em prática o poder da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Só quem ousa mergulhar no escuro, encontra a luz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Teça a vida, com a linha que tiver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pegar o fio da meada é seguir o rumo do coração!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você já encontrou o seu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;o&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-4244955494662489130?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/4244955494662489130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/10/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4244955494662489130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4244955494662489130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/10/sonhos.html' title='SoNhOs'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TLpobFHDMhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TCr7ApsZDCY/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-9159194709834781679</id><published>2010-10-12T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:03:39.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TLUSo1mYIFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2pkCzaJT2ZY/s1600/0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TLUSo1mYIFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2pkCzaJT2ZY/s200/0000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527344610459263058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;á momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" (Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Afinal o que é ter saudades??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É sentir falta do que acostumou-se a ter por perto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ou quem sabe de alguém querido, que outrora teve de partir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Será que se pode ter saudades de algo que se almeja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ou saudades são conectadas com lembranças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudade de um abraço no findar do dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Do cheiro da surpresa do Kinder Ovo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudades de alguém que ama muito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Do desenho que nunca mais viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudades das tardes de iogurte com passatempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dos brinquedos antigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudade da cabana feita de cobertores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dos brinquedos inventados, dos risos que pareciam sem fim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudades dos tempos de criança??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dos sonhos que permita imaginar um príncipe encantado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudades das tardes nas piscina, das corridas pelos parques, dos passeios de bicicleta, roller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudades das peraltices de criança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dos gritos dos avós pedindo para não estragarem as plantas ao chutar a bola de futebol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudades da convivência com os primos, das noites do pijama com as amigas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Das noites em claro com medo de algum ser mitológico inventado para que não fizéssemos algo errado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem nunca sentiu saudade do namorado quando se está longe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De um beijo roubado, ou de um abraço apertado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;!!! atlafzafecov =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o&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/5206178957967829601-9159194709834781679?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/9159194709834781679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/10/h-momentos-na-vida-em-que-sentimos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/9159194709834781679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/9159194709834781679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/10/h-momentos-na-vida-em-que-sentimos.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TLUSo1mYIFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2pkCzaJT2ZY/s72-c/0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-1175357817858546008</id><published>2010-07-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:33:09.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim terei uma resposta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TD5Ib-7OqiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/01H7ZGW4gqs/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TD5Ib-7OqiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/01H7ZGW4gqs/s200/004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493908241023674914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Que resposta? a do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: eu vos amo tanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu amo o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; é vermelho. O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; é verde. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que estou eu a dizer? Estou dizendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E à beira do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; estamos nós."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; [Clarice Lispector]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sempre gostei dos textos, poemas, pensamentos de Clarice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não sei bem ao certo, mas me identifico muito, quem sabe seja pela sua forma simples de escrever sobre coisas grandiosas, ou a forma grandiosa de escrever coisas simples... Mas ela traduz meus sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Agora que eu descobri o que é o amor, sei que é a beira dele que estamos nós!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por que à beira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque estamos próximos do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Afinal o que é amor??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amor é aquele sentimento que é indefinível..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas como saber que é amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah... o amor é como o vento, não se pode ver, mas se pode sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E tudo o que sei, é que sinto agora!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um conselho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nos pequenos gestos, nas pequenas coisas o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; AMOR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;está escondido, não fuja!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5206178957967829601-1175357817858546008?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/1175357817858546008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/07/enfim-terei-uma-resposta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/1175357817858546008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/1175357817858546008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/07/enfim-terei-uma-resposta.html' title='Enfim terei uma resposta...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TD5Ib-7OqiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/01H7ZGW4gqs/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-5614389340258282241</id><published>2010-06-13T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:11:28.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namorado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TBT0ri7RPkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NzR33b8bkMM/s1600/003+%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TBT0ri7RPkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NzR33b8bkMM/s200/003+%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482275675363688002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ter um namorado é a mais difícil das conquistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Porque namoro de verdade precisa ter amizade, amor, carinho, compreensão, cumplicidade, confiança... ter adivinhação de gostos, sorrisos, olhares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Qualquer outra relação é fácil, mas namoro de verdade precisa ser a três.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Como assim a três?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;namorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; + &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; = namoro perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sabe por que? Porque existem coisas em um namoro inexplicáveis... que fogem do controle humano! Deus, desde que nascemos,  já sabia qual seria o momento certo, para que nós pudessemos nos encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Primeiro teriamos que nos deparar com as pessoas "erradas", para que com elas pudessemos cometer os erros mais tolos, ou simplesmente o erro de entregá-las o amor, que elas não mereciam... para posteriormente vir Deus com todo o seu carinho de PAI e curar nossos corações... Para aí sim sabermos dar valor a um amor verdadeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Um amor, que é muito mais do que dizer um "EU TE AMO", mas sim um amor que permita-nos sentir a veracidade dessas três palavras lindas, as quais fizeram-me perder a tanto sentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Simplesmente e inexplicávelmente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EU AMO VOCÊ NAMORADO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-5614389340258282241?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/5614389340258282241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/06/namorado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5614389340258282241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5614389340258282241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/06/namorado.html' title='Namorado...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/TBT0ri7RPkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NzR33b8bkMM/s72-c/003+%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-5693781076373168797</id><published>2010-05-16T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:34:16.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaixone-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que para ele tu sejas realmente a pessoa mais linda do mundo, não estou falando de beleza exterior, que é muito relativa, mas de beleza interior mesmo, aquela que só consegue-se notar olhando nos olhos, já que estes são o espelho da sua alma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem que te conheça o bastante para saber dos seus segredos mais secretos... Por um homem que consiga ser seu melhor amigo e seu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por aquele que te beija na testa por sinal de respeito, e que ao mesmo tempo lhe faça perder-se em um sorriso, em um olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por quem quer estar ao seu lado, independente da situação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por aquele homem, que por mais que ele seja corinthiano, consiga respeitar o seu querido PALMEIRAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que mesmo não entendendo nada de ballet, faça questão de acompanhá-la em um espetáculo que dura horas, para você ver seus amigos homossexuais dançarem, enquanto ele simplesmente lhe afaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que lhe faça uma canção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que lhe abrace mesmo suada, e não tenha vergonha alguma de desfilar contigo assim, de mãos dadas pela rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que seja parecido contigo em alguns aspectos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que tenha alguns gostos similares com os seus, nem que seja o gosto de tomar um copo de Toddy antes de dormir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que saiba valorizar uma mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Por aquele que sonha com o futuro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que te faça carinho, durante um filme todo, mesmo que você esteja dormindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que admire você dormindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Por um  homem que faça o teu sorriso ser o mais bonito e sincero, que tenha o olhar mais cheio de sentimentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem que lhe deixa sem palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que te escuta, que reza contigo, que sabe que sem a ajuda de Deus as coisas não andam!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Por aquele que tem o melhor abraço, o melhor afago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem que já se apaixonou por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Por aquele que não sabe explicar o tamanho de seu sentimento, e que você também não consegue dar a mesma explicação ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Apaixone-se por um homem, que te faça FELIZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Que você possa chamar de MEU AMOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Simplesmente APAIXONE-SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-5693781076373168797?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/5693781076373168797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/05/apaixone-se.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5693781076373168797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5693781076373168797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/05/apaixone-se.html' title='Apaixone-se'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-2910581628386531262</id><published>2010-05-09T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:25:22.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER MÃE DE BAILARINA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S-bT0sx6KWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4puYEHeiMBM/s1600/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S-bT0sx6KWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4puYEHeiMBM/s320/mae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469291699815197026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;É envolver-se até a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Misturando o amor com a dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;É perder-se  no tempo e observar os minutos que fogem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Vivendo intensamente cada um com sua filha em cima dos palcos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Desejando que o tempo pare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Para que você possa deter-se neste compasso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Deixando que a melodia assuma o comando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;E tornar-se prisioneira desta beleza que vem dos olhos da sua pequena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;É saber que a música que está na ponta dos seus pés, toca a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;É sentir orgulho da dedicação da sua bailarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Encantando-se com o brilho encontrado naquele sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;É saber que tudo que fazes chega antes em seu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ser mãe de bailarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;É acompanhar os  pés saltando do chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;É imaginar-se você e sua filha como sendo  únicas novamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Trazendo-na para o seu ventre e seguindo o pulsar do seu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Mãe obrigada por tudo, sei que ser mãe de bailarina não é fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Muito menos mãe de professora de Ballet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Que Deus continue te abençoando e te dando paciência para aguentar meus pitis!! hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&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/5206178957967829601-2910581628386531262?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/2910581628386531262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/05/ser-mae-de-bailarina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/2910581628386531262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/2910581628386531262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/05/ser-mae-de-bailarina.html' title='SER MÃE DE BAILARINA...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S-bT0sx6KWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4puYEHeiMBM/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-3824920920996615403</id><published>2010-04-17T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:32:10.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pertencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Mesmo minhas alegrias, como eram solitárias às vezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;E uma alegria solitária pode se tornar patética. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;É como ficar com um presente todo embrulhado com papel enfeitado de presente nas mãos - e não ter a quem dizer: tome, é seu, abra-o! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Não querendo me ver em situações patéticas e, por uma espécie de contenção, evitando o tom de tragédia, então raramente embrulho com papel de presente os meus sentimentos." Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;... Mas desta vez, sem medo de me parecer patética, simplesmente os embrulhei, com o papel de presente de beleza surpreendente, fiz-lhe um laço majestoso, aos olhos humanos, e simplesmente o entreguei a quem me cativou, pois ele será eternamente responsável por mim, pois conseguiu cativar-me, sem que eu ao menos percebesse que estava sendo cativada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Até o prezado momento, e espero que seja para sempre, meus sentimentos estão bem guardados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Quem sabe aparentemente me julguem patética, por isso, mas minha alegria não é mais solitária. Porque hoje eu a divido com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pois lhe dou a mão, não mais por solidão ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5206178957967829601-3824920920996615403?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/3824920920996615403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/04/pertencer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3824920920996615403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3824920920996615403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/04/pertencer.html' title='Pertencer'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-7947465000570930967</id><published>2010-03-07T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:08:37.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu avô!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S5P3vprEoeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8vMZg-SLF6I/s1600-h/vozinhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S5P3vprEoeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8vMZg-SLF6I/s320/vozinhu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445968772433486306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos é tirar essa pessoa de nossos sonhos e abraçá-la." [Clarice Lispector]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Não tem como explicar e muito menos como alguém entender a verdadeira falta que tu me faz!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Simplesmente e inexplicávelmente sinto SAUDADES ... Te amo e sempre te amarei!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small; font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-7947465000570930967?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/7947465000570930967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/03/meu-avo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7947465000570930967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7947465000570930967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2010/03/meu-avo.html' title='Meu avô!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S5P3vprEoeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8vMZg-SLF6I/s72-c/vozinhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-7545043316477453056</id><published>2010-02-07T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:55:35.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não confundas o amor com o delírio da posse, que acarreta os piores sofrimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque, contrariamente à opinião comum, o amor não faz sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O instinto de propriedade, que é o contrário do amor, esse é que faz sofrer. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei assim reconhecer aquele que ama verdadeiramente: é que ele não pode ser prejudicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor verdadeiro começa lá onde não se espera mais nada em troca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" (Antoine de Saint Exupéry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não esperes demasiadamente nada de mim, que também não esperarei de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas me cativas, que eu lhe cativarei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não preciso de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tu não precisas de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas, se tu me cativares, e se eu te cativar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ambos precisaremos, um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não esqueças que.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cativas!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-4356444157846038251</id><published>2009-12-09T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:21:48.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem tem o direito de te dizer que seu sonho não vale a pena?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SyBYyB7fJcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K_7ozzytQ6s/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SyBYyB7fJcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K_7ozzytQ6s/s400/IMG_1389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413424368633980354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, como é bom poder sentir essa alegria, a satisfação de dever cumprido, mesmo que amanhã tenha mais um espetáculo, de estar com brilho nos olhos por ter realizado uma coisa que você tinha como meta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje foi um dia desses que parece que nunca deveriam acabar, pois a alegria que você sentiu parecia que a qualquer momento poderia transbordar por seus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque quando você sente isso, é sinal, de que tudo valeu a pena, por enfrentar o que você achava que poderia engolir você a qualquer momento, pois não foi fácil, pode até ser um objetivo tolo para algumas pessoas, mas pra você era a única coisa que importava, poderiam fechar as portas do auditório, poderia vir a chuva, o frio ou até mesmo o calor, poderiam vir os guardas, os diretores, as mães os pais, os padres, seja quem ou o que fosse, você tinha aquele objetivo que tinha de cumprir, só para poder sentir mais uma vez o brilho dos olhos, a felicidade transbordante, a paixão que nunca acaba, o amor que nunca morre, a amizade que vale mais por qualquer coisa, o artista, o jogador que sempre te arrancou suspiros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma paixão que surge do nada, as coreografias que você construiu e ensaiou durante vários dias, algumas vezes melhores, outras piores, e depois ir novamente em um palco, com uma grandeza muito maior, que te faz querer chegar la um dia, poder representar para uma plateia que não caberia mais um único ser, que te aplaude em pé, te faz querer chorar, e quando você a felicidade dos próprios bailarinos, que agora já parecem até serem de outro mundo, a felicidade vem o brilho quer chegar não só aos olhos, mas vem aquela vontade louca de sentir o aroma da respiração ofegante, dos corpos trêmulos de alegria, tudo te faz querer sentir aquilo que você percebe no ar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;E você não sabe o que a vida vai te trazer mas você sabe o que quer, pelo menos, agora você sabe que não vai sair dali enquanto não falar com os responsáveis por te fazer sentir aquela felicidade que você sempre quis, a emoção que vem à tona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um camarim, vários bailarinos, uma diretora, familiares, amigos, pessoas que você nunca viu,  mas você sabe, que o caminho é longo e o seu destino depende de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para todos que tem uma meta, e que sabem que isso é o que eles realmente querem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Emoção é o tempero da vida, e se você não correr atrás de seus sonhos, quem vai correr por você? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem vai poder temperar a sua vida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Faça sua parte que o universo vai conspirar a seu favor. Quem a de impedir alguém que sonha? Alguém que vive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;E quem tem o direito de te dizer que seu sonho não vale a pena, que é impossível? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se você acredita em si mesmo, quem poderá duvidar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Camarim de Guarapuava, elenco academia de danças Rômani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Desejo tolo para muitos mas para mim era a única coisa que importava, a única coisa em que eu pensava, que eu desejava, conseguir dançar Harlequinade, perfeitamente bem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra mim, só pra mim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigada quem nos prestigiou!! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mágico de O´Z... PERFEITOooOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-4356444157846038251?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/4356444157846038251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/12/quem-tem-o-direito-de-te-dizer-que-seu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4356444157846038251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4356444157846038251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/12/quem-tem-o-direito-de-te-dizer-que-seu.html' title='Quem tem o direito de te dizer que seu sonho não vale a pena?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SyBYyB7fJcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K_7ozzytQ6s/s72-c/IMG_1389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-5011396034813915832</id><published>2009-10-24T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:13:56.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 anos!! SAUDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hoje agradeço a Deus o meu maior momento de alegria e minha grande conquista que foi te conhecer, ter o senhor como meu avô, não um simples, mais um incrível avô... O MEU AVÔ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ao seu lado aprendi a amar e a sentir-me amada,aprendi a respeitar e ser respeitada e principalmente aprendi que não podemos ter medo de lutar para ser feliz,devemos vencer nossos obstáculos pois Deus sempre está do nosso lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hoje sofro por não estar perto de você, mas Deus tranqüiliza meu coração,me fazendo aceitar e amar até mesmo meus dias mais tristes pois sei que logo estarei ao seu lado ai no céu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Exatamente 2 anos longe desse meu anjinho de olhos azuis... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fazem 2 anos que ganhei um anjinho no céu, pra me cuidar, proteger, para interceder à Deus por mim!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Meu avô que falta q tu faz aqui na terra ao meu lado... para me dizer o EU TE AMO mais sincero que já houvi o qual vinha lá do fundo do seu s2... que falta me faz a sua benção... seu sorriso, seu aceno, seu Bom Dia... AII vô dói tanto estar longe assim... tu faz tanta falta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  SAUDADES ETERNAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span name="caption" id="caption"&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/5206178957967829601-5011396034813915832?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/5011396034813915832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-anos-saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5011396034813915832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5011396034813915832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-anos-saudades.html' title='2 anos!! SAUDADES'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-3122858773652432110</id><published>2009-10-13T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:02:04.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/StUi2QrapJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e-XLiRow9HU/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392254444431385746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/StUi2QrapJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e-XLiRow9HU/s400/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O que me acontecia? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca saberei entender mas há de haver quem entenda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é em mim que tenho de criar esse alguém que entenderá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que apesar de já ter entrado no quarto, eu parecia ter entrado em nada. Mesmo dentro dele, eu continuava de algum modo do lado de fora. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se ele não tivesse bastante profundidade para me caber e deixasse pedaços meus no corredor, na maior repulsão de que eu já fora vítima: eu não cabia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embaraçada ali dentro por uma teia de vazios, eu esquecia de novo o roteiro de arrumação que traçara, e não sabia ao certo por onde começar a arrumar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O quarto não tinha um ponto que se pudesse chamar de seu começo, nem um ponto que pudesse ser considerado o fim. Era de um igual que o tornava indelimitado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma capacidade toda controlada me tomara, e por ser controlada ela era toda potência. Até então eu nunca fora dona de meus poderes - poderes que eu não entendia nem queria entender, mas a vida em mim os havia retido para que um dia enfim desabrochasse essa matéria desconhecida e feliz e inconsciente que era finalmente: eu! eu, o que quer que seja. "{A paixão segundo G.H. - Clarice Lispector}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-3122858773652432110?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/3122858773652432110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/10/clarice-lispector.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3122858773652432110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3122858773652432110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/10/clarice-lispector.html' title='Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/StUi2QrapJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e-XLiRow9HU/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-733802250712886742</id><published>2009-09-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:27:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela acreditava em anjos, e porque acreditava eles existiam!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/Sr5q_UXbWhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/chdLi4RYHJo/s1600-h/s2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385859840412965394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/Sr5q_UXbWhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/chdLi4RYHJo/s400/s2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todos nós precisamos sentir a presença real de um Anjo ao nosso lado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que não precisamos impressionar ou até correr o risco de perder, seja por orgulho, ou simplesmente pelo fato de não dar o braço a torcer. Pois sabemos que ao tirarmos a máscara,só um Anjo não foge assustado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Anjo não irá, jamais, nos julgar pelas palavras que omitimos ou dissemos, nem pelos atos que cometemos, nem reclamar pela mão que não estendemos. Não nos fará cobranças, nem nos falará de coisas e fatos que sequer sabemos. Não nos pedirá para agir com um estágio de consciência que ainda não temos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Anjo estará sempre conosco até o nosso final, Protegendo e nos guardando até o fim de nossos dias. Um Anjo é o retrato mais perfeito de alguém especial.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;Cada pessoa na Terra tem um anjo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes nossos Anjos não são loiros, de olhos azuis, nem sequer têm asas.&lt;br /&gt;E estão mais perto do que nossos pensamentos imaginam...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem será o seu anjo ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-733802250712886742?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/733802250712886742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-acreditava-em-anjos-e-porque.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/733802250712886742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/733802250712886742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-acreditava-em-anjos-e-porque.html' title='Ela acreditava em anjos, e porque acreditava eles existiam!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/Sr5q_UXbWhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/chdLi4RYHJo/s72-c/s2s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-8469797613976922373</id><published>2009-09-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:42:55.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleza da mulher!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Para ter lábios atraentes, diga palavras doces; para ter olhos belos, procure ver o lado bom das pessoas; para ter um corpo esguio, divida sua comida com os famintos; para ter cabelos bonitos, deixe uma criança passar seus dedos por eles pelo menos uma vez por dia; para ter boa postura, caminhe com a certeza de que nunca andará sozinho; pessoas, muito mais que coisas, devem ser restauradas, revividas, resgatadas e redimidas;lembre-se que, se alguma vez precisar de uma mão amiga, você a encontrará no final do seu braço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ao ficarmos mais velhos, descobrimos porque temos duas mãos, uma para ajudar a nós mesmos, a outra para ajudar o próximo; a beleza de uma mulher não está nas roupas que ela veste, nem no corpo que ela carrega, ou na forma como penteia o cabelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A beleza de uma mulher deve ser vista nos seus olhos, porque esta é a porta para seu coração, o lugar onde o amor reside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got my angel now!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-8469797613976922373?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/8469797613976922373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/09/beleza-da-mulher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8469797613976922373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8469797613976922373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/09/beleza-da-mulher.html' title='Beleza da mulher!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-4651406207843283837</id><published>2009-08-22T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:44:55.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se transforme em quem você é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SpA8Kzze3zI/AAAAAAAAADg/G4SuLlchu8w/s1600-h/prigui%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372860511855501106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SpA8Kzze3zI/AAAAAAAAADg/G4SuLlchu8w/s320/prigui%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SpA3kEE1AfI/AAAAAAAAADY/zoG8OnhW-Ds/s1600-h/DSC05435.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre é preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos, não importa o nome que damos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As coisas passam e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de começar um capítulo novo é preciso terminar o antigo: diga a si mesmo, que o que passou, jamais voltará. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembre-se de que houve uma época em que podia viver sem aquilo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada é insubstituível, um hábito não é uma necessidad! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode parecer óbvio, pode mesmo ser difícil, mas é muito importante. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encerrando ciclos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixe de ser quem era, e se transforme em quem é!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-4651406207843283837?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/4651406207843283837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SpA8Kzze3zI/AAAAAAAAADg/G4SuLlchu8w/s72-c/prigui%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-6234282211785552910</id><published>2009-07-16T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:08:16.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dançar, dançar, dançar e ser feliz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá meus poucos leitores como vão as férias??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por aqui não podiam estar melhores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe nada melhor que fazer o que realmente gosta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ás vezes temos sonhos que achamos que nunca iremos realizá-los...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o tempo parece que eles se distanciam mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até que vc se revolta e resolve fazer algo para que certos sonhos se realizem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois não tem como se tu não correr atrás para isso!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe se realmente tu acredita em algo, deves pedir ajuda de Deus para ter forças o suficiente para conseguir alcançar o que desejas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou fazendo isso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou dizer que não está sendo difícil, mas creio que terei a minha recompensa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois tudo posso NAQUELE que me fortalece!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te tens um sonho??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que tal correr atrás dele, antes que sejas tarde demais??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijinhos e boas férias a todos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-6234282211785552910?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/6234282211785552910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6234282211785552910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6234282211785552910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias.html' title='Dançar, dançar, dançar e ser feliz!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-6968419042671657369</id><published>2009-07-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:34:41.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem sonho que parece verdade, quando a gente esquece de acordar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não conheço ninguém que conseguiu realizar seu sonho, sem sacrificar feriados e domingos pelo menos uma centena de vezes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da mesma forma, se você quiser construir uma relação amiga com sua família, terá que se dedicar a isso, superar o cansaço, arrumar tempo para ficar com eles, deixar de lado o orgulho e o comodismo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sucesso é construído à noite!Durante o dia você faz o que todos fazem.Mas, para obter um resultado diferente da maioria, você tem que ser especial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se fizer igual a todo mundo, obterá os mesmos resultados.Não se compare à maioria, pois, infelizmente ela não é modelo de sucesso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você quiser atingir uma meta especial, terá que estudar no horário em que os outros estão tomando chope com batatas fritas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terá de planejar, enquanto os outros permanecem à frente da televisão.Terá de trabalhar enquanto os outros tomam sol à beira da piscina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A realização de um sonho depende de dedicação, há muita gente que espera que o sonho se realize por mágica, mas toda mágica é ilusão, e a ilusão não tira ninguém de onde está, em verdade a ilusão é combustível dos perdedores pois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem quer fazer alguma coisa, encontra um MEIO. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem não quer fazer nada, encontra uma DESCULPA."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afinal, você sabe qual é seu maior sonho??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-6968419042671657369?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/6968419042671657369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/07/tem-sonho-que-parece-verdade-quando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6968419042671657369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6968419042671657369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/07/tem-sonho-que-parece-verdade-quando.html' title='Tem sonho que parece verdade, quando a gente esquece de acordar!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-3357975880819340681</id><published>2009-06-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:54:47.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É nesse amor que eu confio agora!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SkT62NR1bHI/AAAAAAAAADA/vH6L0AUElbc/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351678066407337074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SkT62NR1bHI/AAAAAAAAADA/vH6L0AUElbc/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Todo este tempo eu esperei e orei por um milagre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talvez eu tenha esquecido. Talvez o real milagre estivesse a minha volta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talvez o maior dos milagres fosse poder deixá-lo ir e nunca perdê-lo. Por que? Eu não sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não creio que Deus explique porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não porque Ele não estivesse ouvindo ou não se importasse, mas talvez porque as razões não fizessam sentido, pelo menos não agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando Lázaro morreu, Cristo não disse às irmãs que estava tudo bem. Pois não estava. Lázaro estava morto e elas estavam sofrendo. Cristo sabia que Lázaro iria viver, mas não diminuiu a tristeza de seus amigos. Nem tentou explicar. Não tentou secar as lágrimas deles... Ele chorou com eles. Ele os amava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;É nesse amor que confio agora!!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saudades daqui, andava meio sem tempo pra net...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&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/5206178957967829601-3357975880819340681?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/3357975880819340681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-nesse-amor-que-eu-confio-agora.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3357975880819340681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3357975880819340681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-nesse-amor-que-eu-confio-agora.html' title='É nesse amor que eu confio agora!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SkT62NR1bHI/AAAAAAAAADA/vH6L0AUElbc/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-9168892997867103153</id><published>2009-05-17T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:00:35.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cuide bem do seu amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja quem for..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes paramos em defeitos que nos machucam, na amizade é preciso ultrapassar a dor da diferença, das brigas, da distância, da saudade, do ciúmes e não parar nessas dores…&lt;br /&gt;Temos que aprender a conviver muitas vezes com amigos que dizem TE AMAR, mas não fazem nada para te mostrar esse amor, aprendi com uma amiga minha que PRECISAMOS DEMOSTRAR O AMOR COM GESTOS CONCRETOS, mas falar é fácil viver é difícil, não somos capazes de amar o outro como ele precisa ou como ele quer ser amado, sempre irá haver algo a fazer e só seremos capazes de saber se realmente conhecermos esse amigo, e se doar inteiramente na aventura da amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando amamos queremos ver o outro feliz mesmo que isso nos machuque, mas assim como as rosas que nos machucam a recompensa é a sua beleza e o seu perfume, assim também é a amizade, muitas vezes estamos machucados por algo, mas se olharmos para a beleza dessa amizade, vamos ver que nenhuma dor é capaz de esconder essa beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amizade precisa ser cultivada a cada dia pelo amor, mas um amor puro, o amor é para a amizade como o adubo para a rosa, para ela ser linda e perfumada ela precisa ser cuidada a cada dia, assim também é a amizade precisa ser cuidada com amor, regada com lágrimas, e adubada com o perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Você é capaz de cuidar da sua amizade?É capaz de cultivar suas amizades?É capaz de amar verdadeiramente?&lt;br /&gt;É preciso cuidar com amor, paciência.Regar a amizade com as lágrimas da diferença, da saudade, do ciúmes.E adubada com o perdão a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Faça essa experiência de amar além dos seus limites, mostre ao seu amigo o quanto você o ama, mas não somente com palavras e sim cm GESTOS CONCRETOS,e verá a sua amizade crescer bela e perfumada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-9168892997867103153?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/9168892997867103153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuide.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/9168892997867103153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/9168892997867103153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuide.html' title='Cuide...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-4446181788956485738</id><published>2009-05-02T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:09:04.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAKAHÁRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SfyL5qZ9sQI/AAAAAAAAACw/tBw7odX4ikE/s1600-h/vegetarianismo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331289881651818754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SfyL5qZ9sQI/AAAAAAAAACw/tBw7odX4ikE/s320/vegetarianismo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahimsa é não violência em sânscrito.&lt;br /&gt;SHAKAHÁRA é o mesmo que vegetarianismo.&lt;br /&gt;Durante milhares de anos, o vegetarianismo foi um princípio de saúde e de ética ambiental quando ainda nem se falava nisto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Rishis, os antigos sábios da Índia, sempre viveram de acordo com este preceito, formando a base de crença para o posterior Hinduísmo que, desde sua origem, pregavam a não-violência e o vegetarianismo.&lt;br /&gt;*Vegetariano não come nenhum tipo de carne, seja da terra, do ar ou do mar. Vegetariano não comete este tipo de violência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEVEMOS MATAR PARA VIVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutamente não! Há vários motivos que levam uma pessoa a se tornar vegetariana: pode ser uma questão de higiene, pois ela não aceita comer carne em decomposição; pode ser por uma questão de saúde, pois ela sabe das inúmeras toxinas contidas na carne, desde os antibióticos, passando pelas vacinas e hormônios, até os agrotóxicos contidos no pasto. Ela sabe que a carne contém níveis prejudiciais de gordura saturada e excesso de proteína.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argumentos simplistas visam derrubar o vegetarianismo, dizendo que para se comer um vegetal também é preciso matá-lo. Então, como viver sem matar? Os Rishis já tinham pensado em tudo isso. Se é preciso matar para viver, que nós, seres humanos conscientes, optemos por nos alimentar dos seres com menor grau na escala evolutiva, mas não de animais. Os vegetais não possuem sistema nervoso, portanto não sentem dor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Não, não peço que sejam vegetarianos... Mesmo que eu seja!!! Mas acima de tudo espero que seja conciente de que vivemos em uma sociedade ridicula e incentivadora de um ato cruel e desumano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O mundo está ao contrário e ninguém reparou..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-4446181788956485738?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/4446181788956485738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/05/shakahara.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4446181788956485738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4446181788956485738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/05/shakahara.html' title='SHAKAHÁRA'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SfyL5qZ9sQI/AAAAAAAAACw/tBw7odX4ikE/s72-c/vegetarianismo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-504131297429226672</id><published>2009-04-29T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:38:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SfkA2TJTXgI/AAAAAAAAACo/m__vXuVGUss/s1600-h/jana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330292566821920258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SfkA2TJTXgI/AAAAAAAAACo/m__vXuVGUss/s200/jana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No dia Internacional da Dança, nada melhor que falar da minha melhor bailarina do mundo *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje é seu niver né minha mestre do ballet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Queria dizer que contigo reaprendi a dançar com a alma, com o coração!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aprendi que se consegue persistindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que você é aquela mão amiga que me levanta sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aprendi a não deixar barato, quando me chamam de merdinha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aprendi a respirar em meio as piruetas da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Você me ensinou a sonhar alto, e a realizar estes sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me ensinou a chorar menos, e a pensar mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ao seu lado sei que posso ser eu mesma... que posso falar d confidências e loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que você vai me amar mesmo assim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Contigo aprendi a concertar os erros, persistir no que acredito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Você me ensinou a usar bolsa térmica... ahshahshas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lembra da d morango??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Já passei tanta coisa contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quantas milhões de vezes atrapalhei a sua aula??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quantas vezes tu ouviu... Jana eu vou morrer... eu não sei mais dançar???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ashahshhahshahshhashahshahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Neste tempo de amizade foram muitas viajens, alegrias, surpresas, compras, loucuras, enjôos...&lt;br /&gt;mensagens, besteiras, brigadeiros, doces, seriados, filmes, pés machucados, dores de estômago, pittis, surtos, ataques de risos, piadas, caretas... festas, músicas, cafés da manhã, lanches, saladinhas... quantos mil dias de limão???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sabe minha orquidea com cheirinhu de uva, tu sabe q sou hiper grata a Deus, por ter te colocado no meu caminho, vc q me fez a profissional q sou hj, óbvio q tenho muito o q melhorar, quase 98%, mas se não fosse tu, jah tinha desistido d td!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AmOOo vc melhor mestre de ballet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que Deus te abençõe hj e sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/5206178957967829601-504131297429226672?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/504131297429226672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-internacional-da-danca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/504131297429226672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/504131297429226672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-internacional-da-danca.html' title='Dia Internacional da Dança'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SfkA2TJTXgI/AAAAAAAAACo/m__vXuVGUss/s72-c/jana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-6007982946838273173</id><published>2009-04-20T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:28:57.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo começou a um tempo atrás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/Seywj1NJY3I/AAAAAAAAACg/YJf_C8Kan-g/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826588896584562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/Seywj1NJY3I/AAAAAAAAACg/YJf_C8Kan-g/s400/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um ano atrás minha vida simplesmente mudou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um ano não me imaginava novamente em um palco, na ponta dos pés...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem me imaginava fazendo parte, da vida do povinho fresco...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não imaginava fazer parte de um FEDAG novamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aqui estou eu, louca pra fazer coreografias para um festival hiper importante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tudo que tem acontecido só tenho a agradecer à Deus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pq hj não danço por dançar, pros outros verem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu danço com o coração, com o brilho no olhar, para transmitir algo bom as pessoas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pq dançar não são simples movimentos, dançar vem do coração...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E hoje estou aqui só para agradecer a muitos que acreditaram em mim!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-6007982946838273173?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/6007982946838273173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-comecou-um-tempo-atras.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6007982946838273173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6007982946838273173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-comecou-um-tempo-atras.html' title='Tudo começou a um tempo atrás...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/Seywj1NJY3I/AAAAAAAAACg/YJf_C8Kan-g/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-7878835025265981575</id><published>2009-04-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:09:54.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penso que o modo mais digno de morrer é dando a vida por quem tu amas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus veio e morreu para nos salvar, foi uma morte muito digna ao meu ver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas me diz tu tem coragem de dar a vida por alguém??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu ao menos tem coragem de ajudar alguém que precisa??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melhor tu tens ajudado seus amigos??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua família???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não tem feito nada disso, acho que está na hora de refletir o verdadeiro significado da Páscoa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O significado que vá além de chocolates e guloseimas!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus te ama, deu seu Filho para te salvar, e tu não pode doar-se um pouquinho pelo seu irmão???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se o que seu irmão precisa, estiver fora de seus alcances, reza para que Deus aja na vida dele!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas faça algo, não deixe que as coisas passem por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-7878835025265981575?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/7878835025265981575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7878835025265981575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7878835025265981575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-7683247388203046380</id><published>2009-04-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:19:33.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHOS??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SdkfwhL9xyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MkrLcAyburs/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321319353117689634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SdkfwhL9xyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MkrLcAyburs/s400/DSC03291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Mais um ser humano queria abreviar a já brevíssima existência. Mais uma pessoa planejava desistir de viver. Era um tempo saturado de tristeza. Morriam mais pessoas interrompendo a própria vida do que nas guerras e nos homicídios. Os números deixavam atônitos os que refletiam sobre eles. A experiência do prazer havia se tornado larga como um oceano, mas tão rasa quanto um espelho d’água. Muitos privilegiados financeira e intelectualmente viviam vazios, entediados, ilhados em seu mundo. O sistema social assolava não apenas os miseráveis, mas também os abastados. " O Vendedor de Sonhos  Augusto Cury&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe aqueles sonhos de infância, que você passa anos imaginando como seria?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você já realizou algum deles?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você já lutou por algo que realmente sonhou?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ou desistiu de todos os seus sonhos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se me fizessem estas perguntas não sei o que eu responderia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre busquei realizar os sonhos dos outros, e poucas vezes fiz o que eu realmente queria fazer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De alguns anos para cá, percebi que não vivia a minha vida, e sim a que plenejavam para mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então gritei um basta ao mundo, e segui meu caminho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porém é difícil entender se tu estás caminhando pelo lugar certo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio que esteja... espero que eu esteja...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas queria muito saber como tudo acabará...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saber se um dia conseguirei ao menos, entender as confusões que ainda prevelacem em mim!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-7683247388203046380?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/7683247388203046380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7683247388203046380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7683247388203046380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonhos.html' title='SONHOS??!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SdkfwhL9xyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MkrLcAyburs/s72-c/DSC03291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-2265055526896078263</id><published>2009-03-20T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:40:13.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudanças:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gosto muito delas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, na minha vida ultimamente, toda semana ocorre alguma coisa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto, não consigo evitá-las!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou me adapto a elas, ou sou deixada para trás... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crescer é doloroso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualquer um que te disser que não, está mentindo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas aqui vai a verdade: às vezes, quanto mais as coisas mudam, mais elas permanecem as mesmas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E às vezes, ah, às vezes mudar é bom. Às vezes, mudar é tudo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, mudar é ruim. Às vezes mudar não é nada!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cada dia as coisas mudam gradativamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O passado deixa saudades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O futuro?? Deixa esperança!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas vou dar tempo, ao senhor TEMPO, para que ele realize seu trabalho!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-2265055526896078263?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/2265055526896078263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudancas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/2265055526896078263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/2265055526896078263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças??!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-6124921082040484348</id><published>2009-03-08T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:27:06.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SbRcGNOoBeI/AAAAAAAAACI/UhBlo9nquwo/s1600-h/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310971122276632034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SbRcGNOoBeI/AAAAAAAAACI/UhBlo9nquwo/s320/DSC02550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" O plano continuava se desenrolando em sua mente. Examinava-o de todos os ângulos, remexia nele, virava-o pelo avesso, procurava brechas, pontos fracos. Era como se caminhasse por uma ponte estreita sobre um abismo de insanidade. A loucura o cercava por todos os lados, ondulavam sem alvoroço como as asas de uma coruja de grandes olhos dourados. Ia mergulhando na loucura." - Stephen King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penso que peguei a paixão de livros da Cáh!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tinha de registrar esse momento que  foi muito intenso na leitura desse livro, sei que pode parecer fora de contexto, mas explicar a situação revelaria muito sobre a história......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ashahshahshhas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SbRV6qp7TUI/AAAAAAAAACA/IeSlnsQTfhk/s1600-h/all+star+roxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-6124921082040484348?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/6124921082040484348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/03/loucura.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6124921082040484348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/6124921082040484348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/03/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SbRcGNOoBeI/AAAAAAAAACI/UhBlo9nquwo/s72-c/DSC02550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-2405499372793063337</id><published>2009-03-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:57:42.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é como tem que ser!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SbMJaeo39_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/j-Sn-1gdLPE/s1600-h/P2010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310598736105699314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SbMJaeo39_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/j-Sn-1gdLPE/s320/P2010178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mais um dia, dias assim vem e vão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já deixei tanta coisa, pra trás.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podemos nos enganar, nós não somos mais crianças, temos que crescer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que posso dizer? As coisas são assim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida nos leva onde temos que ir, não dá pra fugir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difícil é perceber, bem-vindo ao mundo real, onde o tempo é incontrolável, incontrolável! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muita gente me diz que não sou a mesma mas, nada parece igual. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pior que mentir, é mentir pra si mesmo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É como não ter, pra onde ir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É como tem que ser, só na hora certa vamos entender...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-2405499372793063337?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/2405499372793063337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-e-como-tem-que-ser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/2405499372793063337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/2405499372793063337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-e-como-tem-que-ser.html' title='Tudo é como tem que ser!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SbMJaeo39_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/j-Sn-1gdLPE/s72-c/P2010178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-1427748315883633962</id><published>2009-02-23T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:28:05.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasão [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha pequena bailarina, hoje estou invadindo aqui (denovo)porque vim embora pra Kiev... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não podia deixar de agradecer, por este um ano de amizade, todos devem pensar mais só um ano??!!! Sim soh um ano!!! =S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Mas neste um ano que aprendi muito, mais do que em vários anos da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi como se dá aula de ballet para criança, sim suas aulas são as melhores com os pequenos, você passa uma segurança, um carisma a eles, que é único!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi a fazer brigadeiro, a ver seriados... Viciei em the O.C, culpa sua, agora vou levar seus dvds comigo, em julho te devolvo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi que se deve ter muita paciência com quem vc ama realmente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi a trabalhar junto, em equipe, não em EUQUIPE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi a quebrar algumas regras para poder ser FELIZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi também a sonhar e acreditar nos sonhos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;E mais um milhão de coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Queria dizer Obrigada por me ouvir inúmeras vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Por estar ao meu lado quando mais precisei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Obrigada por ser minha amiga, aquela das loucuras ( e que loucuras, Jana eu te enxo muito?? Não pequena eu soh tô com sono!!!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Obrigada por rir, chorar, partilhar, ouvir, reclamar, gritar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Obrigada pequena, por existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Saiba que admiro demais este seu jeitinho cativante, meigo, alegre, melancólico (Qndo tah cm TPM), risonho, bravo, afinal admiro seu jeito Chris de ser!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Mesmo eu estando longe, bem longe mesmo, sempre vou estar ao seu lado por telefone, msn, carta, sinal de fumaça, qualquer coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Pq amizade como a sua sei que não vou encontrar em lugar nenhum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Sucesso a ti bailarina preferida de todo o mundo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Amo vc pequena linda bailarina!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Beijinhus Jana -&gt; sua ex professora de ballet ( tu não sabe como dói "falar" isso  =S  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-1427748315883633962?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/1427748315883633962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/invasao-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/1427748315883633962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/1427748315883633962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/invasao-2.html' title='Invasão [2]'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-8704080928974324034</id><published>2009-02-22T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:56:45.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SaGfnpZYe7I/AAAAAAAAABo/abOJuhLmYow/s1600-h/amarelinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305697339495185330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SaGfnpZYe7I/AAAAAAAAABo/abOJuhLmYow/s200/amarelinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hoje faz mais um ano que passou o dia mais triste da minha vida!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tento esconder de mim mesma lembranças deste dia, mas lembro de cada minuto como se tivesse acontecido há um dia atrás...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazem anos que não escuto minha avó com toda aquela paciência do mundo me ensinando o que era certo, o que era errado, me ensinando letras, formas, cores, a pular AMARELINHA ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazem anos que não vou com meu avô naquele almoço de família, que eu roubava o pepino e as frutas dele, anos que ele não fala " eu vou pegar uma mininha...e eu saia gritando"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazem anos que não vou com meus avós e a Jeh no parque, nem ver vitrines aos domingos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anos que passaram...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ainda sinto AQUELA saudade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas coisas mudaram, muitas coisas aconteceram...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sou mais aquela meninha fofa, de vestidinho rosa, com xiquinhas correndo pelo parque pedindo algodão doce, ou um chalé da barbie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já aprendi muitas coisas ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ainda sou aquela neta, que gostaria muito DAQUELE colo dos avós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda sou a pequena de vocês, que adora um mimo, que come frutas no café das 15 horas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda sou a neta mais velha que cuida da Jeh, não importando a situação....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe hoje eu queria nem que fosse por um minuto poder ver e abraçar vocês... e dar aquela gargalhada!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar disso levei flores, rezei por vocês... e chorei!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais que os anos passem, a saudade só aumenta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu guardo com muito carinho tudo o que vivenciei com vocês!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADES... doem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas um dia encontro vocês aí no céu!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¬¬'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/5206178957967829601-8704080928974324034?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/8704080928974324034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudades.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8704080928974324034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8704080928974324034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SaGfnpZYe7I/AAAAAAAAABo/abOJuhLmYow/s72-c/amarelinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-654113472491911491</id><published>2009-02-19T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:43:38.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobrindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SZ38Kl5pssI/AAAAAAAAABg/FpS17HAHaR0/s1600-h/13+-+meias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304673195015123650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SZ38Kl5pssI/AAAAAAAAABg/FpS17HAHaR0/s320/13+-+meias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ser criança é ter esperança de ser quem quiser, de seguir qualquer profissão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser criança é ter aquele brilho no olhar, quando se sonha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter aquele amigo enseparável... que você não sabe viver sem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É poder rir em qualquer hora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poder dizer " EU QUERO A MINHA MÃE!!" quando depara-se com algo desconhecido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser criança é poder falar o que pensa sem sensuras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É não ter vergonha de pedir um abraço, quando está carente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pedir ajuda, sempre que precisar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ser dependente... sem saber o que é isso!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há muito tempo pensava que as crianças não tinham mais aquela magia do sonhar e acreditar no futuro, mas hoje um menino com seus 3/4 anos, me mostrou que se você quer algo é possível, que se você acreditar em si mesmo, as outras pessoas também acreditarão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele me fez acreditar no sonho dele, e fez todos os seus amiguinhos refletirem sobre preconceito... Sim bailarinos também podem ter famílias e nem todos são homosexuais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tomei isso como uma lição de vida, pois com o tempo deixamos de acreditar em nós mesmos, crescemos e esquecemos de sermos criança no coração!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ps.: texto tosco!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-654113472491911491?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/654113472491911491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/descobrindo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/654113472491911491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/654113472491911491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/descobrindo.html' title='Descobrindo...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SZ38Kl5pssI/AAAAAAAAABg/FpS17HAHaR0/s72-c/13+-+meias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-3151821831291549213</id><published>2009-02-17T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:04:07.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comer menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como muitos sabem, bailarinas não podem comer muito!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aí estão algumas dicas, que me ajudam muito, a não me intupir de comida... Espero que gostem!!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coma menos, mais vezes:&lt;/span&gt; ao invés de comer aquele gigantesto prato no almoço e na janta, procure fazer várias refeições pequenas por dia, evitando assim que você sinta muita fome e coma exageradamente;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não coma antes de ir dormir:&lt;/span&gt; procure comer aproximadamente 2 horas ou mais antes de dormir, pois dormindo quase não se queima calorias;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Escove os dentes cedo:&lt;/span&gt; é um hábito estranho, mas se você escovar os dentes mais cedo, após a última refeição do dia ficará mais difícil de comer algo novamente;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pare com o hábito de ingerir açúcar:&lt;/span&gt; procure bebidas diets ou utilize adoçante, isso pode fazer uma grande diferença;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coma a salada primeiro:&lt;/span&gt; além de diminuir a sensação de fome do estômago, uma salada é muito saudável e contém fibras que ajudarão na digestão;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tome bastante água:&lt;/span&gt; 30 minutos aproximadamente antes da sua próxima refeição, tome uma boa quantidade de água. Isso fará com que você tenha uma sensação de estômago cheio, reforçando o hábito de comer menos. Além disso, tome mais água o dia inteiro, se possível ande com uma garrafinha;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Faça compras pensando nas calorias: &lt;/span&gt;compare e leve sempre o mais benéfico para sua saúde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coma s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;empre em pratos pequenos:&lt;/span&gt; mesmo essa dica parecendo um pouco estranha, você verá que irá comer menos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;=**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-3151821831291549213?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/3151821831291549213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/comer-menos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3151821831291549213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3151821831291549213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/comer-menos.html' title='Comer menos...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-7960283225312737989</id><published>2009-02-10T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:51:23.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem nunca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1° Obrigada a quem lembrou da minha existência ontem!!! Obrigada de &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;!!! *-*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2° Vamos ao post!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estava pensando nas coisas que eu tenho feito últimamente, pensando que elas eram meio tolas, mas cheguei a conclusão que todos já tiveram atitudes parecidas com as minhas!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUEM NUNCA ?[...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escreveu seu nome junto do de αlguém numα folhα de cαderno? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nunca ficou fαzendo plαnos, deitαdo nα cαmα αntes de dormir? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nunca leu e releu um histórico de MSN e lembrou como se fosse nα horα? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα viu umα foto e pensou como seriα se você estivesse lα? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα precisou ouvir um elogio prα se sentir bem? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα fαlou αlgumα coisα e se αrrependeu depois? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα teve um sonho perfeito e ficou barvo de ter αcordαdo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα ouviu umα músicα e lembrou de αlguém? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα olhou pro celulαr αchαndo que erα ele e erα suα mαe? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα ficou bolαdα por um motivo ridículo e prometeu que nαo iriα mαis gostαr de quem te fez sofrer, mαs foi em vαo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα se iludiu? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα teve vontαde de sumir e só voltαr quαndo tudo estivesse bem? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα αmou e nαo foi correspondido? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem nuncα viu um filme de romαnce e quis ser feliz pαrα sempre? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensando bem, na vida tudo pode acontecer, tem coisas que acontecem casualmente, outros lutamos para que aconteçam e quase morremos quando realemnte acontece, outras rezamos para que não aconteçam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tem coisas que são inevitáveis, coisas boas e ruins...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo depende como você está vivendo seu presente!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps.: Acho que vou escrever um livro de auto-ajuda!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-7960283225312737989?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/7960283225312737989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-nunca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7960283225312737989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7960283225312737989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-nunca.html' title='Quem nunca...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-3805893144810349014</id><published>2009-02-02T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:02:59.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SYd6gE0g2eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f0n6lq-LGF0/s1600-h/DSC06943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298338178093079010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SYd6gE0g2eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f0n6lq-LGF0/s320/DSC06943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Neste restinho de férias, estou aproveitando para reencontrar meus amigos, visitar, passar um tempo com eles, pois com a correria de trabalho, faculdade e ballet, mal sobra tempo para ver todos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobri que algumas pessoas mudaram desde a nossa última conversa, os que eu julgava adultos demais para minhas loucuras compartilharam experiências comingo que nunca imaginaria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escutei meus amigos menores, com seus grandes problemas, é na idade delas também achava 'O PROBLEMA" aquele certo garoto nem me notar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outras amigas, me deram lições de vida, coisas que se não soubesse poderia realmente mudar todo o percurso da minha vida confusa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns amigos sumiram, mesmo eu tentando estabelecer algum contato... Ai fico pensando o que será que houve com eles???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros ainda não consegui visitar, mas tenho isso como objetivo até dia 14...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada como dedicar um tempo para aqueles que eu realmente posso chamar de amigos, aqueles que estiveram comigo em momentos alegres, tristes e cheio de noias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois o tempo pode fazer o trabalho dele, mas amizades verdadeiras vencem o tempo, e os obstáculos sempre!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-3805893144810349014?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/3805893144810349014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3805893144810349014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3805893144810349014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SYd6gE0g2eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f0n6lq-LGF0/s72-c/DSC06943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-8200367772499515534</id><published>2009-01-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:19:36.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Férias, este ano relamente estou descobrindo o que são férias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As minhas geralmente se resumiam em algumas viajens e ficar em casa largada no sofá vendo vídeo-show seguido de qualquer outra coisa que passasse na TV!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este ano minhas Férias, estão sendo muito diferentes, as viajens continuam, mas minhas estadias em casa são raras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho passado mais tempo com meus amigos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORÓÓ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobri com isso, que existem momentos hiper divertidos, como os inúmeros sorvetes, unos, can-can´s, banco imobiliário, imagem em ação, terere, filmes e por ai vai. Que têm momentos power como idas na Vila Corleone, parque de diversão ou Bob´s.E outros como uma tarde intediante de domingo que se torna cheia de risos!!Resumindo descobri que é muito melhor uma conversa ao vivo do que no msn, que é melhor sair e ouvir "Esta menina só passeia" do que ouvir "Ela não desliga esta TV e este computador"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só queria agradecer pela amizade e pela presença de vocês nestes poucos momentos (pois os ensaios, apresentações continuam)!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dizer que vocês vão fazer falta neste resto de mês que vou estar viajando!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Próxima postagem só dia 1° de fevereiro!!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;=** a tds q passaram o domingo comigo!!&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/5206178957967829601-8200367772499515534?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/8200367772499515534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/frias.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8200367772499515534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8200367772499515534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/frias.html' title='Férias...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-3174657908302409881</id><published>2009-01-07T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:19:14.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabei de terminar os 91 episódios de The O.C, passei muito tempo assistindo, e acompanhei as mudanças de seus personagens, igual fiz com Friends à um ano atrás...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comparando a minha vida com a dos seriados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percebi que o curso das nossas vidas mudam facilmente, que as pessoas mudam, que eu mudo com o tempo também. Existem pessoas que sempre estão ali do meu lado não importa o que aconteça, outras sempre estaveram ali e eu só percebi depois de um bom tempo, outras surgiram do nada, outras ainda, as quais eu jurava que veria sempre, podem ter se afastado por n motivos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei vocês mas sempre tive, "fases de amigos", cada época da minha vida eu andava por ai com pessoas diferentes, não que a amizade entre eu e estas pessoas tenha acabado, mas simplesmente estamos mais distantes. Isso é meio nostálgico, tenho saudades de alguns tempos vividos, mas inexplicávelmente todos os quais eu andei, passeie, vivi alguns bons momentos, eu nunca esquecerei. Porém com o tempo me aproximei de pessoas que eu nem imaginaria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando que imaginaria reencontrar uma amiga de primário, na faculdade e esta se tornar uma das pessoas que eu mais considero???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou me imaginaria melhor amiga da irmã do melhor amigo de adolescência do meu irmão??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou ainda amiga do menino emo, que me achava uma hiper patricinha??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou dançando um Pás Deux De com o menino que foi embora quando eu tinha 10 anos, o qual eu achava ninja??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca eu poderia imaginar nada disso... Pois tem coisas que não são planejadas por nós, que simplesmente acontecem!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nada acontece por acaso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existe uma força maior por trás de tudo isso... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que será que ainda está por vir??!! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-3174657908302409881?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/3174657908302409881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/mudanas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3174657908302409881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/3174657908302409881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/mudanas.html' title='Mudanças!??'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-8022807658924211515</id><published>2009-01-04T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:20:53.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferentes e iguais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287551342887580498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SWEn7oR0M1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-UBPtBp-W4Q/s320/Chris_m%C3%A3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Hoje ouvi uma frase que me chamou a atenção : "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A MÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; É O FUTURO DA FILHA, A FILHA É O FUTURO DA MÃE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;". Fiquei pensando nisso, conclui que tem uma certa lógica, pois analisando bem, uma se reconhece na outra, se admiram e ao mesmo tempo, também se invejam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A beleza que se perdeu aqui renasce ali, a força que ainda não há de um lado, é gigantesca do outro. Porém nem sempre mãe e filha conseguem ter uma boa conversa desse relacionamento. Existem fases duras, outras de muita alegria. Eu e minha mãe somos, tão diferentes e tão iguais ao mesmo tempo, que isso até me espanta! A ponte que nos une é invísivel e firme, sei que está lá, mas não a vejo, apenas a sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Entre desacertos e conversas (em alguns momentos rara), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EU AMO ELA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-8022807658924211515?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/8022807658924211515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/diferentes-e-iguais.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8022807658924211515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/8022807658924211515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/diferentes-e-iguais.html' title='Diferentes e iguais...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SWEn7oR0M1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-UBPtBp-W4Q/s72-c/Chris_m%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-5206769659063716008</id><published>2009-01-03T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:49:31.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 coisas que todo homem precisa saber antes de se CASAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje casamento do Sávio, irmão da Cáh, portanto ai estão algumas dicas para ele!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BÁSICO.:&lt;/span&gt; ajudar na arrumação da casa, assistir a comédias românticas juntinho, se dar bem com a sogra (ou fingir bem isso) e respoder a pergunta "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EU ENGORDEI?&lt;/span&gt;" sempre com a mesma frase.: "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CLARO QUE NÃOooO&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Nuna sabotar a dieta dela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Nunca pegar no pé dela caso ela resolva sair da dieta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Distrair o melhor amigo gay da mulher enquanto ela se arruma no quarto, para que ele não vá ajudar ela!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Fazer escova no cabelo da amada (afinal é preciso braços fortes para isso) e massagem relaxante ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Não perguntar "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;VOCÊ ESTÀ DE TPM?&lt;/span&gt;" toda vez que ela falar algumas verdades a você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Saber diferenciar um jeans skinny de um smibag e de um chlochard, caso algum dia por ventura ter de fazer a mala dela!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Nunca perguntar porque ela demorou no banheiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Só assistir jogos, ou abrir a geladeira coçando o bumbum ou arrotar e soltar pum, quando a mulher estiver muitOoOo longe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Seguir todos os itens acima e continuar sendo &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MACHO&lt;/span&gt;, muito &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MACHO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boa sorte Sávio!! Felicidades a vocês!!!Que DEUS os abençoe!! =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cáh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-5206769659063716008?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/5206769659063716008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-coisas-que-todo-homem-precisa-saber.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5206769659063716008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/5206769659063716008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-coisas-que-todo-homem-precisa-saber.html' title='10 coisas que todo homem precisa saber antes de se CASAR'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-4976400811149373548</id><published>2008-12-28T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:44:57.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homens??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como na postagem passada escrevi sobre o hiper direito que as mulheres têm de surtar e fui intimada a escrever sobre os homens, prometo tentar escrever um texto descente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio que os homens tem o incrível poder de guardarem alguns sentimentos para si mesmos, até explodirem para algum amigo, mas para eles creio que tenha que ser "o amigo", pois poucos homens confiam nas mulheres como guardiãs de segredos, seja isso conhecidência ou será que algumas não sabem guardar um segredo mesmo??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom homens gostam de liberdade, e de acreditarem que têm o poder de persuasão sob as mulheres, mas nem sempre isso acontece, é nós deixamos que vocês pensem que madam em tudo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homens gostam de ateção e carinho, são como nós, gostam de serem mimados, mas na medida certa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eles quando querem ser amigos de alguma mulher, fazem isso com a maior dedicação, sempre estão ali para o que precisar, ao menos não tenho nada a reclamar de nenhum dos meus amigos, eles nunca trairam a minha confiança...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homem não é falso. É mulheres temos que adimitir, homem quando é amigo é amigo e quando não gosta de alguém deixa bem claro, admiro isso neles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homens têm mais pensamentos perversos, porém não escondem isso de ninguém... Mas homens sabem fingir sentimentos, já mulheres são bem transparentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homens dizem que é difícil entender as mulheres, mas também é difícil compreender os homens, principalmente quando se fala em sentimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eles conseguem não amar mais alguém de um dia para o outro??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulheres são totalmente apaixonáveis, qualquer cortesia, ou maior índice de atenção já causam um certo desvio de pensamentos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há homens quem os entendem?? Quem vive sem eles??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&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/5206178957967829601-4976400811149373548?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/4976400811149373548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/homens.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4976400811149373548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4976400811149373548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/homens.html' title='Homens??!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-7545741688082967226</id><published>2008-12-26T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:26:53.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direito de surtar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda a mulher tem o direito de surtar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim toda mulher tem Tensão Pré-Menstrual, Mestrual e Pós-Menstrual... culpa dos hormônios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso que mulher tem o dever de surtar, extravasar às vezes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homens guardam tudo pra si mesmos, a maioria ao menos, penso que isso é muito deprimente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me diz quem sobrevive guardando histórias mal resolvidas, ou guardando aqueles dias em que você tenta fazer as coisas e nada da certo, ou os que você espera notícias de alguém que tem o incrível poder de sumir, ou ainda aqueles dias que você só queria um pouco de atenção de alguém em especial e não a recebe?? O que mais uma garota pode fazer do que jogar tudo pro ar e chorar por alguns minutos até perceber que chorar não leva a lugar algum, secar as lágrimas e sair com as amigas!!? Depois toda esta tensão passa e você se sente melhor, rivigorada e pronta para enfrentar qualquer problema. Logo, surtar às vezes faz bem!! Mas não vale sair surtando por aí, ainda mais em lugares públicos, um conselho, surte em casa, trancadinha no seu quarto, mil vezes melhor!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-7545741688082967226?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/7545741688082967226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/direito-de-surtar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7545741688082967226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7545741688082967226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/direito-de-surtar.html' title='Direito de surtar'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-7869275943133766942</id><published>2008-12-25T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:35:36.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Feliz Natal povo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje é Natal e pouca gente lembra o verdadeiro significado desta data...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;A maioria pensa em presentes, festas e comidas, além do mais comemoram com morte em suas mesas, isso me causa uma certa indignação!! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Natal não é só tempo de correr nas lojas, enfrentar filas, pesquisar preços e comprar presentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;É bem mais que isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;É tempo sentir o amor de Deus no coração, de ver Jesus no irmão, ajudando quem você conseguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;É tempo de esperança por um mundo melhor, mas de que vai adiantar esta esperança, se você não colaborar para o mundo realmente melhorar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Se você não fizer a sua parte ninguém fará por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu estou fazendo a minha, do meu jeito mas estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Então faça a sua e tudo correrá bem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#990000;"&gt;Que Deus os abençoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-7869275943133766942?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/7869275943133766942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-povo-hoje-natal-e-pouca.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7869275943133766942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/7869275943133766942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-povo-hoje-natal-e-pouca.html' title='Natal!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206178957967829601.post-4512264986348588678</id><published>2008-12-23T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:48:53.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SVEisGP3XCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wQ8Nu8pAclc/s1600-h/DSC08086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283041978869046306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SVEisGP3XCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wQ8Nu8pAclc/s320/DSC08086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não se preocupe em entender. Viver ultrapassa todo entendimento. Renda-se como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Eu sou uma pergunta."(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então quem sou eu??&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma pessoa no mundo dos blogs,&lt;br /&gt;querendo expor as minhas nóias, idéias ??&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que sou e não o que você acham que eu sou!&lt;br /&gt;Grande conclusão!!!&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Clarice Lispector.: eu sou uma pergunta!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ashahshahsh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206178957967829601-4512264986348588678?l=noiasdachris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/feeds/4512264986348588678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4512264986348588678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206178957967829601/posts/default/4512264986348588678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiasdachris.blogspot.com/2008/12/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00324038424749131862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/S8piG1iNjUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eL3kkaObqFo/S220/IMG_4427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mdDotaAQ2uM/SVEisGP3XCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wQ8Nu8pAclc/s72-c/DSC08086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
