<?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-8988326528185610766</id><updated>2012-02-12T13:03:11.455-02:00</updated><category term='clarice'/><category term='mário'/><category term='assim Pedro Bial'/><category term='roupa nova'/><category term='adulto'/><category term='jorge vercilo'/><category term='ana carolina'/><category term='coisas'/><category term='mar'/><category term='mágica'/><category term='MEU MUNDO FELIZ'/><category term='Mil vidas'/><category term='abismo'/><category term='mulher madura affonso romano santana'/><category term='camundongo'/><category term='pantera'/><category term='carlos drummond'/><category term='coração amor'/><category term='credula'/><category term='pin-up'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='byinha'/><category term='dote'/><category term='viva'/><category term='leo'/><category term='tempos modernos'/><category term='Pequena Parcela'/><category term='luya'/><category term='atitude'/><category term='criança'/><category term='verdade'/><category term='sorriso'/><category term='pirata'/><category term='mulheres'/><category term='filme'/><category term='água'/><category term='BRANCA DE NEVE'/><category term='namorados'/><category term='madura'/><category term='metade oswaldo montenegro'/><category term='victor'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='pablo picasso'/><category term='mário quintana'/><category term='patinete'/><category term='susto'/><category term='piada'/><category term='dor'/><category term='roberto carlos emoções amor'/><category term='morri'/><category term='Luya Machado'/><category term='insuportável'/><category term='lispector'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='parceria'/><category term='receita'/><category term='bens'/><category term='lulu santos'/><category term='insatisfeita'/><category term='beijo'/><category term='victor e leo'/><category term='40'/><category term='Valéria Costa'/><category term='coração'/><category term='quintana'/><category term='il divo'/><category term='Chico Xavier'/><category term='bailarina'/><category term='definir'/><category term='ideais'/><category term='cozinha'/><category term='sabedoria'/><category term='pedro'/><category term='arthur. távola'/><category term='morte'/><category term='distraída'/><category term='wild'/><category term='feliz'/><category term='Olavo Bilac'/><category term='designer'/><category term='perfeita'/><category term='tango'/><category term='FESTIVAL CINEMA TEATRO'/><category term='pai'/><category term='oscar'/><category term='cozinhar'/><category term='idade'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='festa'/><category term='ocre'/><category term='ideal'/><category term='mulher'/><category term='vida'/><category term='maturidade'/><category term='mirna'/><category term='relativa'/><category term='perdão'/><category term='anúncio'/><category term='doretto'/><category term='10000 acessos visitas'/><category term='salto'/><category term='coragem'/><category term='byinha amor travessura'/><category term='magico'/><category term='complicada'/><category term='organismo'/><category term='sucesso'/><category term='urso'/><category term='casa'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='neusa'/><category term='regra'/><category term='iluminada'/><category term='jogar'/><category term='amor arnaldo jabor namorar'/><category term='palavra'/><category term='amor'/><category term='prático'/><category term='ame'/><category term='bial'/><category term='caminho'/><category term='gargalhada'/><category term='risada'/><category term='magra'/><category term='geléia'/><category term='anamastê'/><category term='doretto sorriso amor dor fã clube over mundo'/><category term='cores'/><category term='overmundo'/><category term='saúde'/><category term='gato'/><category term='desvirando abóbora recomeçar'/><category term='amada'/><category term='olhar'/><category term='afetiva'/><category term='pé pés'/><title type='text'>UNIVERSO PARALELO!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>"SOMETHING IN THE WAY SHE MOVES ATTRACTS ME LIKE NO OTHER LOVER." 

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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Efeito fim de semestre!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;affff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;quem concorda!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Luya&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/8988326528185610766-9017691081655193366?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqU9ZIt3D3A/TVnLlET_74I/AAAAAAAABdw/c-D6GswSpMs/s400/jun08_%252879%2529_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573709851520921474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX7hFkdkMiw&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=45"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX7hFkdkMiw&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=45&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seu Olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px; "&gt;letra: Paulo Djorge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px; "&gt;voz: Greice Ive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px; "&gt;arranjo: Marco Brito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu penso o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me deixa&lt;br /&gt;Com a pulga atrás da orelha&lt;br /&gt;Um pé na frente eo outro atrás?&lt;br /&gt;E me deixando solta&lt;br /&gt;Mas me prendendo tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que pra me ganhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só olhar no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;É só olhar no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar mergulhar&lt;br /&gt;É só olhar no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar mergulhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me levanto cedo&lt;br /&gt;Te espero acordar&lt;br /&gt;E brindo logo com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;E por que não brindar?&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo brincadeiras&lt;br /&gt;Seu Jeito de amar&lt;br /&gt;Que pra me hipnotizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só olhar no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;É só olhar no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar mergulhar&lt;br /&gt;É só olhar no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar mergulhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&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/8988326528185610766-8422280313699967801?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqU9ZIt3D3A/TVnLlET_74I/AAAAAAAABdw/c-D6GswSpMs/s72-c/jun08_%252879%2529_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6136547059534243877</id><published>2011-02-14T22:10:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:19:38.766-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carlos drummond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Quando o amor acontece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhVEoRpiRH4/TVnEluGhH_I/AAAAAAAABdo/LPgy0uYsaco/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhVEoRpiRH4/TVnEluGhH_I/AAAAAAAABdo/LPgy0uYsaco/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573702166157271026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais &lt;b&gt;importante&lt;/b&gt; da sua &lt;b&gt;vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento, houver o mesmo &lt;b&gt;brilho&lt;/b&gt; intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e se os olhos encherem d’agua neste momento, perceba: existe algo &lt;b&gt;mágico&lt;/b&gt; entre vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o ultimo pensamento do dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chega a apertar o coração, agradeça: &lt;b&gt;Deus &lt;/b&gt;te mandou um presente divino – O &lt;b&gt;Amor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia tiverem que pedir perdão um ao outro por algum motivo e em troca receber um abraço, um sorriso, um afago nos cabelos e os gestos valerem mais que mil palavras, entregue-se: vocês foram feitos um pro outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por algum motivo você estiver triste, se a vida te deu uma rasteira e a outra pessoa sofrer o seu sofrimento, chorar as suas lágrimas e enxugá-las com &lt;b&gt;ternura&lt;/b&gt;, que coisa &lt;b&gt;maravilhosa&lt;/b&gt;: você poderá contar com ela em qualquer momento de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você conseguir, em pensamento, sentir o &lt;b&gt;cheiro&lt;/b&gt; da pessoa como se ela estivesse ali do seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente &lt;b&gt;linda&lt;/b&gt;, mesmo ela estando de pijamas velhos, chinelo de dedo e cabelos emaranhados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não consegue trabalhar direito o dia todo, ansioso pelo &lt;b&gt;encontro&lt;/b&gt; que está marcado para a noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não consegue imaginar de maneira alguma, um &lt;b&gt;futuro&lt;/b&gt; sem a pessoa ao seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a outra envelhecendo e, mesmo assim, tiver a &lt;b&gt;convicção&lt;/b&gt; que vai continuar sendo louco por ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você preferir morrer, antes de ver a outra partindo: é o &lt;b&gt;amor &lt;/b&gt;que chegou na sua vida. É uma &lt;b&gt;dádiva&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas apaixonam-se muitas vezes na vida, mas poucas ama ou encontram um &lt;b&gt;amor&lt;/b&gt; verdadeiro. Ou às vezes encontram e, por não prestarem atenção nesses sinais, deixam o amor passar, sem deixá-lo acontecer &lt;b&gt;verdadeiramente.&lt;/b&gt; É o livre arbítrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais – não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Amor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6136547059534243877?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6136547059534243877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6136547059534243877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6136547059534243877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6136547059534243877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2011/02/quando-o-amor-acontece.html' title='Quando o amor acontece'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhVEoRpiRH4/TVnEluGhH_I/AAAAAAAABdo/LPgy0uYsaco/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6970316794171843673</id><published>2011-02-11T22:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:35:40.305-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pequena Parcela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Xavier'/><title type='text'>Pequena Parcela - Chico Xavier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_WNeC85S1w/TVXTSSISuyI/AAAAAAAABdg/CDa8AU9idMg/s1600/olho%2Bverde.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_WNeC85S1w/TVXTSSISuyI/AAAAAAAABdg/CDa8AU9idMg/s400/olho%2Bverde.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572592424998583074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vale a leitura até o final.... vai lá.... coragem... =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pequena Parcela - Chico Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que eu continue a acreditar no outro&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo de alguns valores&lt;br /&gt;tão estranhos que permeiam o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu continue otimista...&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que o futuro que nos espera&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre é tão alegre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu continue com a vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a vida é em muitos&lt;br /&gt;momentos, uma lição difícil de ser aprendida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu permaneça com a vontade de ter grandes amigos,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que com as voltas do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;eles vão indo embora de nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu realimente sempre a vontade de ajudar&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas, mesmo sabendo que muitas delas&lt;br /&gt;são incapazes de ver, sentir, entender ou utilizar esta ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu mantenha meu equilíbrio, mesmo&lt;br /&gt;sabendo que os desafios são inúmeros ao longo do caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu exteriorize a vontade de amar,&lt;br /&gt;entendendo que amar não é sentimento de posse...&lt;br /&gt;É sentimento de doação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sustente a luz e o brilho no olhar,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas que&lt;br /&gt;vejo no mundo, escurecem meus olhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu retroalimente minha garra,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a derrota e a perda&lt;br /&gt;são ingredientes tão fortes quanto o Sucesso e a Alegria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu atenda sempre mais a minha intuição,&lt;br /&gt;que sinaliza o que de mais autêntico possuo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pratique sempre mais o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;de justiça, mesmo em meio à turbulência dos interesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o meu forte abraço e o distribua&lt;br /&gt;sempre; que eu perpetue a Beleza e o Brilho&lt;br /&gt;de ver, mesmo sabendo que as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;também brotam dos meus olhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que eu manifeste o amor por minha família,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que ela muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;me exige muito para manter sua harmonia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu acalente a vontade de ser grande,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que minha parcela&lt;br /&gt;de contribuição no mundo é pequena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, acima de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu lembre sempre que todos nós fazemos&lt;br /&gt;parte desta maravilhosa teia chamada Vida,&lt;br /&gt;criada por Alguém bem superior a todos nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que as grandes mudanças não ocorrem&lt;br /&gt;por grandes feitos de alguns&lt;br /&gt;e, sim, nas pequenas parcelas cotidianas de todos nós!&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/8988326528185610766-6970316794171843673?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6970316794171843673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6970316794171843673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6970316794171843673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6970316794171843673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2011/02/pequena-parcela-chico-xavier.html' title='Pequena Parcela - Chico Xavier'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_WNeC85S1w/TVXTSSISuyI/AAAAAAAABdg/CDa8AU9idMg/s72-c/olho%2Bverde.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6903273768465905095</id><published>2011-01-24T23:27:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:31:56.301-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neusa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doretto'/><title type='text'>Os Bens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TT4nSeT_HUI/AAAAAAAABdU/G602D7xBm8o/s1600/1170160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565929387804532034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TT4nSeT_HUI/AAAAAAAABdU/G602D7xBm8o/s400/1170160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tenho o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a teta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a tenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o tu do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NDoretto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poesiarapida.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://poesiarapida.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime!&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/8988326528185610766-6903273768465905095?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6903273768465905095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6903273768465905095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6903273768465905095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6903273768465905095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2011/01/os-bens_24.html' title='Os Bens'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TT4nSeT_HUI/AAAAAAAABdU/G602D7xBm8o/s72-c/1170160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-1403152349298377679</id><published>2011-01-16T00:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:12:25.557-02:00</updated><title type='text'>máquina do tempo.... TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TTJhBK9hQeI/AAAAAAAABc8/61hCajJJ8U0/s1600/dezembro%2B2008%2B108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562615162506133986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TTJhBK9hQeI/AAAAAAAABc8/61hCajJJ8U0/s400/dezembro%2B2008%2B108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem coisas que são atemporais.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;este é um post de 2008, mas vale relembrar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAFFFF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu encontro foi horrível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua caixa de chocolate Kopenhagen acabou justo hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não acertou sequer um número na loteria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encarou shopping cheio com calo no pé, salto alto e cólica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem hoje que você ousou sair sem rímel e com calça jeans surrada, encontrou um antigo desafeto, ela linda de viver, cheia de sacolas 'up' e você com uma sacolinha das Lojas Americanas... afffffff!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou ao estacionamento, o abençoado do pneu do seu carro estava furado e por isso, perdeu o último capítulo do seriado que acompanhou o ano inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente você quer e precisa matar alguém mas, ainda não é amiga do legista!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai minha única sugestão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depile a perna com pinça... ... ... ... quando terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus problemas podem não tenhar acabado, sua TPM pode não ter passado mas ao menos, sua perna já vai estar depilada...&lt;br /&gt;De resto, vá dormir que amanhã é outro dia... ah.... e&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA... NUNCA... NUNCA mais ouse sair de casa sem rímel e gloss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjkks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luya Machado "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(foto: Luya Designer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-1403152349298377679?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/1403152349298377679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=1403152349298377679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1403152349298377679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1403152349298377679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2011/01/maquina-do-tempo-tpm.html' title='máquina do tempo.... TPM'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TTJhBK9hQeI/AAAAAAAABc8/61hCajJJ8U0/s72-c/dezembro%2B2008%2B108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3487030720263834450</id><published>2010-12-31T22:34:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:49:12.391-02:00</updated><title type='text'>um esplendoroso 2011!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TR54D_DZU4I/AAAAAAAABc0/kDkIxONlvIA/s1600/100_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557011000082387842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TR54D_DZU4I/AAAAAAAABc0/kDkIxONlvIA/s400/100_2171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUE 2011 SEJA CHEIO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DE SAÚDE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAZ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISCERNIMENTO E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUITA SABEDORIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A TODOS AMIGOS E VISITANTES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ESPERO CONTINUAR CONTANDO COM A PARCERIA E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;PRESENÇA DE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;CADA UM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;MINHA COTIDIANA INSPIRAÇÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;BJKKS DA FAMÍLIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;UNIVERSO PARALELO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;UP PARA OS MAIS ÍNTIMOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ISA, MÍRIAN (BYINHA) E MALU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-3487030720263834450?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3487030720263834450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3487030720263834450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3487030720263834450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3487030720263834450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-esplendoroso-2011.html' title='um esplendoroso 2011!!!!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TR54D_DZU4I/AAAAAAAABc0/kDkIxONlvIA/s72-c/100_2171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6111084360266891107</id><published>2010-12-31T00:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:40:35.559-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TR1ClNnlhdI/AAAAAAAABck/yIBaINL25Y0/s1600/fogosartifsd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556670722323350994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TR1ClNnlhdI/AAAAAAAABck/yIBaINL25Y0/s400/fogosartifsd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter asas é Dançar na chuva... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É plantar uma arvore...&lt;br /&gt;Ver a inocência nos olhos de uma criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ficar bem quietinho ao lado da pessoa amada...&lt;br /&gt;É subir uma montanha...&lt;br /&gt;É encontrar os amigos e não falar nada importante, Mas falar, falar muito...&lt;br /&gt;É cantarolar uma música antiga ...&lt;br /&gt;É arrumar as gavetas, e dar um monte de roupa para quem precisa...&lt;br /&gt;É andar sem rumo, só por andar...&lt;br /&gt;É falar sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;É sorrir para aquele velhinho lá da praça...&lt;br /&gt;É ficar sentado na cozinha, assistindo a mãe fazer bolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! Ter asas é raspar a panela de brigadeiro com os dedos&lt;br /&gt;É brincar&lt;br /&gt;É rir de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;É ter um lugar secreto bem lindo e fugir para lá de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;E ficar de bobeira...&lt;br /&gt;É tomar um banho de cachoeira, nadar em um rio&lt;br /&gt;Ir para a praia, se cobrir de areia e pegar jacaré&lt;br /&gt;Ter asas é viver intensamente as coisas simples e belas&lt;br /&gt;Do dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter asas é ficar em silêncio e ouvir dentro da gente, o Deus emanuel&lt;br /&gt;É isso que desejo para o Ano Novo que está chegando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha asas como das águias!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a lua e as estrelas emprestem um pouco do seu brilho, para iluminar o novo ano, e que deus nos dê "asas de águia" para voarmos bem alto na construção de um mundo melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6111084360266891107?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6111084360266891107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6111084360266891107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6111084360266891107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6111084360266891107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TR1ClNnlhdI/AAAAAAAABck/yIBaINL25Y0/s72-c/fogosartifsd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8986748156133233354</id><published>2010-12-25T16:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:31:08.359-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEU MUNDO FELIZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRANCA DE NEVE'/><title type='text'>"Meu Mundo Feliz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TRY4M4zPHBI/AAAAAAAABcY/TVHfbbKy8nw/s1600/wallpaper1981262847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688984464956434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TRY4M4zPHBI/AAAAAAAABcY/TVHfbbKy8nw/s400/wallpaper1981262847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Meu Mundo Feliz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No meu mundo feliz&lt;br /&gt;Todos vivem sorrindo, cantando&lt;br /&gt;Um canto de paz&lt;br /&gt;Que meu mundo traz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu mundo feliz&lt;br /&gt;Só existe uma grande alegria&lt;br /&gt;Isso também&lt;br /&gt;Só meu mundo tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos vão passando&lt;br /&gt;A vida sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Falando só de amor&lt;br /&gt;Na beleza que uma flor tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos querem saber&lt;br /&gt;E perguntam a mim como eu fui achar&lt;br /&gt;Como eu fiz o meu mundo feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Branca de Neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-8986748156133233354?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/8986748156133233354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=8986748156133233354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8986748156133233354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8986748156133233354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-mundo-feliz.html' title='&quot;Meu Mundo Feliz&quot;'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TRY4M4zPHBI/AAAAAAAABcY/TVHfbbKy8nw/s72-c/wallpaper1981262847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2425553213992504750</id><published>2010-11-24T23:30:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:50:15.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Grande Homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TO2_r-RGNxI/AAAAAAAABcQ/vgmMmEmM32Y/s1600/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543297478532937490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TO2_r-RGNxI/AAAAAAAABcQ/vgmMmEmM32Y/s400/amizade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;por Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós homens nos caracterizamos por ser o sexo forte, embora muitas vezes caiamos por debilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, minha irmã chorava em sua casa... Com muita saudade, observei que meu pai chegou perto dela e perguntou o motivo de sua tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutei-os conversando por horas, mas houve uma frase tão especial que meu pai disse naquela tarde, que até o dia de hoje ainda me recordo a cada manhã e que me enche de força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meu pai acariciou o rosto dela e disse: “Minha filha, apaixone-se por Um Grande Homem e nunca mais voltará a chorar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei-me tantas vezes, qual era a fórmula exata para chegar a ser esse grande homem e não deixar-me vencer pelas coisas pequenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o passar dos anos, descobri que se tão somente todos nós homens lutássemos por ser grandes de espírito, grandes de alma e grandes de coração, O mundo seria completamente diferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que um Grande Homem... Não é aquele que compra tudo o que deseja, porque muitos de nós compramos com presentes a afeição e o respeito daqueles que nos cercam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai lhe dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não se apaixone por um homem que só fale de si mesmo, de seus problemas, sem preocupar-se com você... Enamore-se de um homem que se interesse por você, que conheça suas forças, suas ilusões, suas tristezas e que a ajude a superá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não creia nas palavras de um homem quando seus atos dizem o oposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afaste de sua vida um homem que não constrói com você um mundo melhor. Ele jamais sairá do seu lado, pois você é a sua fonte de energia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foge de um homem enfermo espiritual e emocionalmente, é como um câncer matará tudo o que há em você (emocional, mental, física, social e economicamente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não dê atenção a um homem que não seja capaz de expressar seus sentimentos, que não queira lhe dar amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se agarre a um homem que não seja capaz de reconhecer sua beleza interior e exterior e suas qualidades morais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não deixe entrar em sua vida um homem a quem tenha que adivinhar o que quer, porque não é capaz de se expressar abertamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se enamore de um homem que ao conhecê-lo, sua vida tenha se transformado em um problema a resolver e não em algo para desfrutar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se apaixone por um homem que demonstre frieza, insensibilidade, falta de atenção com você, corra léguas dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não creia em um homem que tenha carências afetivas de infância e que trata de preenchê-las com a infidelidade, culpando-a, quando o problema não está em você, e sim nele, porque não sabe o que quer da vida, nem quais são suas prioridades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer um homem que a abandonará se você não for como ele pretendia, ou se já não é mais útil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer um homem que a trocará por um cabelo ou uma cor de pele diferente, ou por uns olhos claros, ou por um corpo mais esbelto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer um homem que não saiba admirar a beleza que há em você, a verdadeira beleza… a do coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes me deixei levar pela superficialidade das coisas, deixando de lado aqueles que realmente me ofereciam sua sinceridade e integridade e dando mais importância a quem não valorizava meu esforço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custou-me muito compreender que GRANDE HOMEM não é aquele que chega no topo, nem o que tem mais dinheiro, casa, automóvel, nem quem vive rodeado de mulheres, nem muito menos o mais bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande homem é aquele ser humano transparente, que não se refugia atrás de cortinas de fumaça, é o que abre seu CORAÇÃO sem rejeitar a realidade, é quem admira uma mulher por seus alicerces morais e grandeza interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um grande homem é o que cai e tem suficiente força para levantar-se e seguir lutando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje minha irmã está casada e feliz, e esse Grande Homem com quem se casou, não era nem o mais popular, nem o mais solicitado pelas mulheres, nem o mais rico ou o mais bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse Grande Homem é simplesmente aquele que nunca a fez chorar… É QUEM NO LUGAR DE LÁGRIMAS LHE ROUBOU SORRISOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos por tudo que viveram e conquistaram juntos, pelos triunfos alcançados, por suas lindas recordações e por aquelas tristes lembranças que souberam superar, por cada alegria que repartem e pelos 3 filhos que preenchem suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse Grande Homem ama tanto a minha irmã que daria o que fosse por ela sem pedir nada em troca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse Grande Homem a quer pelo que ela é, por seu coração e pelo que são quando estão juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendamos a ser um desses Grandes Homens, para vivenciar os anos junto de uma Grande Mulher e NADA NEM NINGUÉM NOS PODERÁ VENCER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Arnaldo Jabor)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543297462062248306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TO2_rA6LcXI/AAAAAAAABcI/DcCv1GmyRxU/s400/mwbryce_cooper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8988326528185610766-2425553213992504750?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/2425553213992504750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=2425553213992504750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2425553213992504750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2425553213992504750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-grande-homem.html' title='Um Grande Homem'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TO2_r-RGNxI/AAAAAAAABcQ/vgmMmEmM32Y/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-4780498553145126501</id><published>2010-11-20T17:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:20:19.715-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor arnaldo jabor namorar'/><title type='text'>Arnaldo Jabor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TOgdNNpVybI/AAAAAAAABb4/NSoBSSJXcds/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541711454317955506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TOgdNNpVybI/AAAAAAAABb4/NSoBSSJXcds/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TOgcqMoFWkI/AAAAAAAABbw/0IPNpaUbjRk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Na hora de cantar todo mundo enche o peito nas boates, nos bares, levanta os braços, sorri e dispara: "eu sou de ninguém, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo é meu também. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;No entanto, passado o efeito do uísque com energético e dos beijos descompromissados, os adeptos da geração ´tribalista´ se dirigem aos consultórios terapêuticos, ou alugam os ouvidos do amigo mais próximo e reclamam de solidão, ausência de interesse das pessoas, descaso e rejeição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A maioria não quer ser de ninguém, mas quer que alguém seja seu.&lt;br /&gt;Não dá, infelizmente, para ficar somente com a cereja do bolo - beijar de língua, namorar e não ser de ninguém. Para comer a cereja é preciso comer o bolo todo e nele, os ingredientes vão além do descompromisso, como: não receber o famoso telefonema no dia seguinte, não saber se está namorando mesmo depois de sair um mês com a mesma pessoa, não se importar se o outro estiver beijando outra, etc, etc, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconhece a delícia de assistir a um filme debaixo das cobertas num dia chuvoso comendo pipoca com chocolate quente, o prazer de dormir junto abraçado, roçando os pés sob as cobertas e a troca de cumplicidade, carinho e amor.&lt;br /&gt;Namorar é algo que vai muito além das cobranças. É cuidar do outro e ser cuidado por ele, é telefonar só para dizer bom dia, ter uma boa companhia para ir ao cinema de mãos dadas, transar por amor, ter alguém para fazer e receber cafuné, um colo para chorar, uma mão para enxugar lágrimas, enfim, é ter ´alguém para amar´.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Somos livres para optarmos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E ser livre não é beijar na boca e não ser de ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É ter coragem, ser autêntico e se permitir viver um sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&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/8988326528185610766-4780498553145126501?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/4780498553145126501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=4780498553145126501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4780498553145126501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4780498553145126501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Arnaldo Jabor'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TOgdNNpVybI/AAAAAAAABb4/NSoBSSJXcds/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6545231273427394370</id><published>2010-10-29T00:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:24:05.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Jabor - Gostem ou não, o texto é muito bom e faz pensar qual sua posição nisto tudo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brasileiro é um povo solidário. Mentira. Brasileiro é babaca.&lt;br /&gt;Eleger para o cargo mais importante do Estado um sujeito que não tem escolaridade e preparo nem para ser gari, só porque tem uma história de vida sofrida;&lt;br /&gt;Pagar 40% de sua renda em tributos e ainda dar esmola para pobre na rua ao invés de cobrar do governo uma solução para pobreza;&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar que ONG's de direitos humanos fiquem dando pitaco na forma como tratamos nossa criminalidade. ..&lt;br /&gt;Não protestar cada vez que o governo compra colchões para presidiários que queimaram os deles de propósito, não é coisa de gente solidária.&lt;br /&gt;É coisa de gente otária.&lt;br /&gt;- Brasileiro é um povo alegre. Mentira. Brasileiro é bobalhão.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer piadinha com as imundices que acompanhamos todo dia é o mesmo que tomar bofetada na cara e dar risada.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um massacre que durou quatro dias em São Paulo, ouvir o José Simão fazer piadinha a respeito e achar graça, é o mesmo que contar piada no enterro do pai.&lt;br /&gt;Brasileiro tem um sério problema.&lt;br /&gt;Quando surge um escândalo, ao invés de protestar e tomar providências como cidadão, ri feito bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brasileiro é um povo trabalhador. Mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Brasileiro é vagabundo por excelência.&lt;br /&gt;O brasileiro tenta se enganar, fingindo que os políticos que ocupam cargos públicos no país, surgiram de Marte e pousaram em seus cargos, quando na verdade, são oriundos do povo.&lt;br /&gt;O brasileiro, ao mesmo tempo em que fica indignado ao ver um deputado receber 20 mil por mês, para trabalhar 3 dias e coçar o saco o resto da semana, também sente inveja e sabe lá no fundo que se estivesse no lugar dele faria o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Um povo que se conforma em receber uma esmola do governo de 90 reais mensais para não fazer nada e não aproveita isso para alavancar sua vida (realidade da brutal maioria dos beneficiários do bolsa família) não pode ser adjetivado de outra coisa que não de vagabundo.&lt;br /&gt;- Brasileiro é um povo honesto. Mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Já foi; hoje é uma qualidade em baixa.&lt;br /&gt;Se você oferecer 50 Euros a um policial europeu para ele não te autuar, provavelmente irá preso.&lt;br /&gt;Não por medo de ser pego, mas porque ele sabe ser errado aceitar propinas.&lt;br /&gt;O brasileiro, ao mesmo tempo em que fica indignado com o mensalão, pensa intimamente o que faria se arrumasse uma boquinha dessas, quando na realidade isso sequer deveria passar por sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 90% de quem vive na favela é gente honesta e trabalhadora. Mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Já foi.&lt;br /&gt;Historicamente, as favelas se iniciaram nos morros cariocas quando os negros e mulatos retornando da&lt;br /&gt;Guerra do Paraguai ali se instalaram.&lt;br /&gt;Naquela época quem morava lá era gente honesta, que não tinha outra alternativa e não concordava com o crime.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a realidade é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Muito pai de família sonha que o filho seja aceito como 'aviãozinho' do tráfico para ganhar uma grana legal.&lt;br /&gt;Se a maioria da favela fosse honesta, já teriam existido condições de se tocar os bandidos de lá para fora, porque podem matar 2 ou 3 mas não milhares de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, cooperariam com a polícia na identificação de criminosos, inibindo-os de montar suas bases de operação nas favelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O Brasil é um pais democrático. Mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Num país democrático a vontade da maioria é Lei.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria do povo acha que bandido bom é bandido morto, mas sucumbe a uma minoria barulhenta que se apressa em dizer que um bandido que foi morto numa troca de tiros, foi executado friamente.&lt;br /&gt;Num país onde todos têm direitos mas ninguém tem obrigações, não existe democracia e sim, anarquia.&lt;br /&gt;Num país em que a maioria sucumbe bovinamente ante uma minoria barulhenta, não existe democracia, mas um simulacro hipócrita.&lt;br /&gt;Se tirarmos o pano do politicamente correto, veremos que vivemos numa sociedade feudal: um rei que detém o poder central (presidente e suas MPs), seguido de duques, condes, arquiduques e senhores feudais (ministros, senadores, deputados, prefeitos, vereadores).&lt;br /&gt;Todos sustentados pelo povo que paga tributos que têm como único fim, o pagamento dos privilégios do poder. E ainda somos obrigados a votar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracia isso? Pense !&lt;br /&gt;O famoso jeitinho brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opinião, um dos maiores responsáveis pelo caos que se tornou a política brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;Brasileiro se acha malandro, muito esperto.&lt;br /&gt;Faz um 'gato' puxando a TV a cabo do vizinho e acha que está botando pra quebrar.&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia o caixa da padaria erra no troco e devolve 6 reais a mais, caramba, silenciosamente ele sai de lá com a felicidade de ter ganhado na loto... malandrões, esquecem que pagam a maior taxa de juros do planeta e o retorno é zero. Zero saúde, zero emprego, zero educação, mas e daí?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal somos penta campeões do mundo né?? ?&lt;br /&gt;Grande coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Brasil é o país do futuro. Caramba , meu avô dizia isso em 1950. Muitas vezes cheguei a imaginar em como seria a indignação e revolta dos meus avôs se ainda estivessem vivos.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vergonha eles se safaram...&lt;br /&gt;Brasil, o país do futuro !?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o futuro chegou e tivemos uma das piores taxas de crescimento do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;Puxa, essa eu não vou nem comentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me deixa mais triste e inconformado é ver todos os dias nos jornais a manchete da vitória do governo mais sujo já visto em toda a história brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;Para finalizar tiro minha conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O brasileiro merece! Como diz o ditado popular, é igual mulher de malandro, gosta de apanhar. Se você não é como o exemplo de brasileiro citado nesse e-mail, meus sentimentos amigo, continue fazendo sua parte, e que um dia pessoas de bem assumam o controle do país novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Aí sim, teremos todas as chances de ser a maior potência do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal aqui não tem terremoto, tsunami nem furacão.&lt;br /&gt;Temos petróleo, álcool, bio-diesel, e sem dúvida nenhuma o mais importante: Água doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só falta boa vontade, será que é tão difícil assim?&lt;br /&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6545231273427394370?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6545231273427394370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6545231273427394370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6545231273427394370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6545231273427394370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/10/jabor-gostem-ou-nao-o-texto-e-muito-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-5075387741776617992</id><published>2010-10-28T23:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:15:27.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Linguiça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por Arnaldo Jabor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A medida que envelheço e convivo com mulheres, valorizo mais ainda as que estão acima dos 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas não se importam com o que você pensa, mas se dispõem de coração se você tiver a intenção de conversar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ela não quer assistir ao jogo de futebol na tv, não fica à sua volta resmungando, pirraçando... vai fazer alguma coisa que queira fazer.... e geralmente é alguma coisa bem mais interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se conhece o suficiente para saber quem é, o que quer e quem quer, elas definitivamente não ficam com quem não confiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres se tornam psicanalistas quando envelhecem, você nunca precisa confessar seus pecados... elas sempre sabem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam lindas quando usam batom vermelho. O mesmo não acontece com mulheres mais jovens... Por que será, heim??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres mais velhas são diretas e honestas, elas te dirão na cara se você for um idiota, caso esteja agindo como um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca precisa se preocupar onde se encaixa na vida dela, basta agir como homem e o resto deixe que ela faça...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, nós admiramos as mulheres com mais de 30 anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente isto não é recíproco, pois para cada mulher com mais de 30 anos, estonteante, bonita, bem apanhada, sexy, e bem resolvida, existe um homem com mais de 30, careca, pançudo em bermudões amarelos, bancando o bobo para uma garota de 19 anos...&lt;br /&gt;Senhoras, eu peço desculpas por eles: não sabem o que fazem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os homens que dizem: 'Porque comprar a vaca, se você pode beber o leite de graça?', aqui está a novidade para vocês: Hoje em dia 80% das mulheres são contra o casamento e sabem porquê? "Porque as mulheres perceberam que não vale a pena comprar um porco inteiro só para ter uma linguiça!&lt;br /&gt;'Nada mais justo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-5075387741776617992?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5075387741776617992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5075387741776617992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5075387741776617992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5075387741776617992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/10/linguica-por-arnaldo-jabor-medida-que.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2939667655869757642</id><published>2010-08-15T23:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:34:23.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia Rápida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505830364429298946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TGiji5leLQI/AAAAAAAABbY/1UO2GFZ8C-0/s400/girassol_984_1600x1200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TGihSJMdnXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/JGxkOCWNqxA/s1600/doretto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505827877538340210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TGihSJMdnXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/JGxkOCWNqxA/s400/doretto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A vida é devoração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vamos comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vamos comer tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bem devagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mastigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vamos comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Morder os palitos da solidão e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;arrotar o tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vamos viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Devorar a felicidade que é farta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Experimentar com mordidas macias as coxas dos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A vida é devoração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vamos comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Temos garfos e estrelas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NDoretto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.komedi.com.br/escrita/leitura.asp?Texto_ID=13771"&gt;http://www.komedi.com.br/escrita/leitura.asp?Texto_ID=13771&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;uma singela homenagem ao renascimento da minha querida amiga NDoretto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos imensamente felizes por sua existência!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bjkks,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mí&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-2939667655869757642?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/2939667655869757642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=2939667655869757642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2939667655869757642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2939667655869757642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/08/poesia-rapida.html' title='Poesia Rápida'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TGiji5leLQI/AAAAAAAABbY/1UO2GFZ8C-0/s72-c/girassol_984_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8367655363274272109</id><published>2010-07-24T11:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:41:41.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amo desse jeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TEr66XjJbRI/AAAAAAAABbA/sxXTZF26X_I/s1600/lightning_kotsiopoulos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482175819902226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TEr66XjJbRI/AAAAAAAABbA/sxXTZF26X_I/s400/lightning_kotsiopoulos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Te amo desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Meio sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Saudade aperta o peito&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vê que eu sou assim&lt;br /&gt;Perdida de amor&lt;br /&gt;Começo pelo fim&lt;br /&gt;Te amo desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Meio do avesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço planos, casamento, filho pra criar&lt;br /&gt;E só depois de tudo paro e vejo&lt;br /&gt;Que você serve pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Meio sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Saudade aperta o peito&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vê que eu sou assim&lt;br /&gt;Perdida de amor&lt;br /&gt;Começo pelo fim&lt;br /&gt;Te amo desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Meio do avesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolho valsas, véu, vestidos, flores pro altar&lt;br /&gt;E só depois de tudo paro e vejo&lt;br /&gt;Que você serve pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou nome ao nossos filhos&lt;br /&gt;e o seu eu mando tatuar&lt;br /&gt;E só depois de tudo paro e vejo&lt;br /&gt;Que você serve pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-8367655363274272109?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/8367655363274272109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=8367655363274272109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8367655363274272109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8367655363274272109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/07/amo-desse-jeito.html' title='amo desse jeito'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TEr66XjJbRI/AAAAAAAABbA/sxXTZF26X_I/s72-c/lightning_kotsiopoulos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7795690205575220133</id><published>2010-06-26T11:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:51:48.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor das Onze Horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TCYfMZqMClI/AAAAAAAABa0/dVx7jJ1D2pY/s1600/IMG00826-20100624-1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487107493904255570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TCYfMZqMClI/AAAAAAAABa0/dVx7jJ1D2pY/s400/IMG00826-20100624-1438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flor das Onze Horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você é minha flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a flor das onze horas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sem você não vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dê-me seu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;preciso dele para viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ajude-me é só me dar seu carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que em onze horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nascerá uma nova flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a Flor das Onze Horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isadora Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(11 anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amo, querida Flor das Onze Horas de Onze Anos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esse é o real sentido da maternidade!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adoooooooooro!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7795690205575220133?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7795690205575220133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7795690205575220133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7795690205575220133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7795690205575220133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/06/flor-das-onze-horas.html' title='Flor das Onze Horas'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TCYfMZqMClI/AAAAAAAABa0/dVx7jJ1D2pY/s72-c/IMG00826-20100624-1438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-734096807629442130</id><published>2010-06-11T21:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:17:35.488-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namorados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempos modernos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mário quintana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulu santos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se perder um amor... não se perca!&lt;br /&gt;Se o achar... segure-o!&lt;br /&gt;Circunda-te de rosas, ama, bebe e cala.&lt;br /&gt;O mais... é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481673919712891874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TBLRYwcCk-I/AAAAAAAABak/s2kw5r1j2os/s400/M51_peris900r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Eu vejo a vida melhor no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo isso por cima de um muro&lt;br /&gt;De hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Que insiste em nos rodear&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a vida mais clara e farta&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de toda satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Que se tem direito&lt;br /&gt;Do firmamento ao chão&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero crer no amor numa boa&lt;br /&gt;Que isso valha pra qualquer pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que realizar&lt;br /&gt;A força que tem uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo um novo começo de era&lt;br /&gt;De gente fina elegante e sincera&lt;br /&gt;Com habilidade&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer mais sim do que não&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o tempo voa amor&lt;br /&gt;Escorre pelas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem se sentir&lt;br /&gt;E não há tempo que volte amor&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver tudo o que há pra viver&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos permitir&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero crer no amor numa boa&lt;br /&gt;Que isso valha pra qualquer pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que realizar&lt;br /&gt;A força que tem uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo um novo começo de era&lt;br /&gt;De gente fina elegante e sincera&lt;br /&gt;Com habilidade&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer mais sim do que não&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o tempo voa amor&lt;br /&gt;Escorre pelas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem se sentir&lt;br /&gt;E nao há tempo que volte amor&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver tudo o que há pra viver&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos permitir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lulu Santos (Tempos Modernos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481673925592884498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TBLRZGV8JRI/AAAAAAAABas/l2sjJ3C3SYQ/s400/leopardo_e_cao_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AMOR É SÍNTESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por favor, não me analise&lt;br /&gt;Não fique procurando cada ponto fraco meu.&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém resiste a uma análise profunda,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciumento, exigente, inseguro, carente&lt;br /&gt;Todo cheio de marcas que a vida deixou&lt;br /&gt;Vejo em cada grito de exigência&lt;br /&gt;Um pedido de carência, um pedido de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é síntese&lt;br /&gt;É uma integração de dados&lt;br /&gt;Não há que tirar nem pôr&lt;br /&gt;Não me corte em fatias&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém consegue abraçar um pedaço&lt;br /&gt;Me envolva todo em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;E eu serei o perfeito amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;br /&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/8988326528185610766-734096807629442130?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/734096807629442130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=734096807629442130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/734096807629442130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/734096807629442130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/06/se-perder-um-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/TBLRYwcCk-I/AAAAAAAABak/s2kw5r1j2os/s72-c/M51_peris900r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8577143764645172735</id><published>2010-05-28T10:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:51:35.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S__CQZXhOSI/AAAAAAAABaY/ePqAhLpTvR4/s1600/Fotos+importadas+00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309258849040674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S__CQZXhOSI/AAAAAAAABaY/ePqAhLpTvR4/s400/Fotos+importadas+00002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S__CQMan16I/AAAAAAAABaQ/q8gzbqX1vUA/s1600/Fotos+importadas+00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309255372396450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S__CQMan16I/AAAAAAAABaQ/q8gzbqX1vUA/s400/Fotos+importadas+00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S__CP7DCKhI/AAAAAAAABaI/ZSDf94ETsm4/s1600/100_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309250710055442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S__CP7DCKhI/AAAAAAAABaI/ZSDf94ETsm4/s400/100_0509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só não me peça para ser morna - parte II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;05/05/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que as palavras ditas, tanto quanto as escritas têem vida própria...&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje vôo com a pressa de uma borboleta é porque fui um dia lagarta.&lt;br /&gt;Passei e superei o processo de maturidade dessa transformação!&lt;br /&gt;Criei asas e coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Cresci e vivenciei nova etapa.&lt;br /&gt;Sair do solo e alçar vôo,&lt;br /&gt;Não é tão simples como parece!&lt;br /&gt;Criar asas é ABDICAR da segurança do conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;É lindo voar, mas é seguro ficar no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Borboletas não andam mais...&lt;br /&gt;Vivem aproximadamente apenas 24 horas... Porém... (como dizem)&lt;br /&gt;Morrer não dói!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, assusta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Luya Machado) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-8577143764645172735?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/8577143764645172735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=8577143764645172735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8577143764645172735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8577143764645172735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-nao-me-peca-para-ser-morna-parte-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S__CQZXhOSI/AAAAAAAABaY/ePqAhLpTvR4/s72-c/Fotos+importadas+00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3009187259491550459</id><published>2010-05-07T22:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:11:32.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S-S6Mtt2sTI/AAAAAAAABaA/FTvSdXPMRUE/s1600/for%C3%A7a+e+coragem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468700575127744818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S-S6Mtt2sTI/AAAAAAAABaA/FTvSdXPMRUE/s400/for%C3%A7a+e+coragem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;É preciso ter força para ser firme,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ser gentil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para se defender,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para baixar a guarda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para ganhar uma guerra,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para se render.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para estar certo,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ter dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para manter-se em forma,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ficar de pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para sentir a dor de um amigo,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para sentir as próprias dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para esconder os próprios males,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para demonstrá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para suportar o abuso,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para faze-lo parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para ficar sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para pedir apoio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para amar,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter força para sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso coragem para viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você sente que lhe faltam a força e a coragem,&lt;br /&gt;queira Deus que o mundo possa abraçá-lo hoje com seu calor e Amor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o vento possa levar-lhe uma voz que lhe diz que há um Amigo,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo num outro lado do Mundo, desejando que você esteja bem e que,&lt;br /&gt;acima de tudo, seja muito feliz!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvia Schmidt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mantenha-se FORTE, CORAJOSO E HONRADO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bjkks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mí&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/8988326528185610766-3009187259491550459?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3009187259491550459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3009187259491550459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3009187259491550459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3009187259491550459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-preciso-ter-forca-para-ser-firme-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S-S6Mtt2sTI/AAAAAAAABaA/FTvSdXPMRUE/s72-c/for%C3%A7a+e+coragem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-1988867134962883261</id><published>2010-05-07T11:23:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:29:31.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se um cachorro fosse o seu professor, você aprenderia coisas assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S-QnXEzzAKI/AAAAAAAABZ4/HD_touMBBZo/s1600/100_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468539124916093090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S-QnXEzzAKI/AAAAAAAABZ4/HD_touMBBZo/s400/100_0422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(essa é a nossa amiguinha, hoje com 15 anos, Mariana, ela é o máximo!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se um cachorro fosse o seu professor, você aprenderia coisas assim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*Quando alguém que você ama chega em casa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corra ao seu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nunca perca uma oportunidade de &lt;strong&gt;ir passear&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Permita-se experimentar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ar fresco do vento no seu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Mostre aos outros&lt;/strong&gt; que estão invadindo o seu território.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tire uma sonequinha no meio do dia e &lt;strong&gt;espreguice antes de levantar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Corra, pule e brinque &lt;strong&gt;todos os dias&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Tente se dar bem com o próximo&lt;/strong&gt; e deixe as pessoas te tocarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Não morda &lt;strong&gt;quando um simples rosnado&lt;/strong&gt; resolve a situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em dias quentes, pare e role na grama, beba bastante líquidos e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deite debaixo da sombra de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*Quando você estiver feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dance e balance todo o seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Não importa quantas vezes o outro te magoa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se sinta&lt;br /&gt;culpado...volte e faça as pazes novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aproveite o &lt;strong&gt;prazer de uma longa caminhada&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Se alimente com gosto&lt;/strong&gt; e entusiasmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Coma &lt;strong&gt;só o suficiente&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nunca pretenda ser &lt;strong&gt;o que você não é&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o MAIS importante de tudo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando alguém estiver nervoso ou triste, fique em silêncio, fique por&lt;br /&gt;perto e mostre que você está ali para confortar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A amizade verdadeira não aceita limitações!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;desconheço autoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recebi por email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Flavita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjkks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8988326528185610766-1988867134962883261?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/1988867134962883261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=1988867134962883261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1988867134962883261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1988867134962883261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/05/essa-e-nossa-amiguinha-hoje-com-15-anos.html' title='Se um cachorro fosse o seu professor, você aprenderia coisas assim'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S-QnXEzzAKI/AAAAAAAABZ4/HD_touMBBZo/s72-c/100_0422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-9145780018225744142</id><published>2010-04-25T16:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:29:43.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou te levar comigo pra longe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S9SaUOWT-nI/AAAAAAAABZo/oL1kSZ_GrkA/s1600/100_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464161920146995826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S9SaUOWT-nI/AAAAAAAABZo/oL1kSZ_GrkA/s400/100_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Minha Liberdade Absoluta é poder ser INTEIRA...&lt;br /&gt;na minha solteirice, na minha fidelidade, em meu estar só sem estar sozinha ou vice-versa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Minha Liberdade Absoluta é poder discordar sem comedimentos (exceto os que firam meu interlocutor, porque a gente sempre sabe o que fere o outro...), é poder mudar de idéia sem pedir licença a ninguém e poder ter princípios e valores que rasgam o tempo e perduram.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Minha Liberdade Absoluta é não abrir mão de acreditar na vida, nas pessoas. É não precisar pedir desculpas por ser como sou. é não precisar me onerar para ser aceita como sou. É não pedir licença para existir!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Minha Liberdade Absoluta é ter trilha sonora romântica, é não ter lido ou conhecer autores com nomes complicados, é poder dizer "quem é ele?" ou "me explique melhor isso, quero entender mais..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Minha Liberdade Absoluta é não beijar bocas que não desejo, é desejar bocas que possam me acompanhar, sem medir o tempo. É mudar de opinião amanhã, é ter TPM irritante, é ser comedida, tolerante, ambígua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Minha Liberdade Absoluta.... ah, essa muda todo dia... e é só minha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LUYA MACHADO&lt;br /&gt;(21/10/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-9145780018225744142?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/9145780018225744142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=9145780018225744142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/9145780018225744142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/9145780018225744142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/04/vou-te-levar-comigo-pra-longe.html' title='Vou te levar comigo pra longe'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S9SaUOWT-nI/AAAAAAAABZo/oL1kSZ_GrkA/s72-c/100_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2651132294296102386</id><published>2010-04-25T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:18:09.278-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher madura affonso romano santana'/><title type='text'>Mulher madura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulher Madura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(eis a crônica completa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rosto da mulher madura entrou na moldura dos meus olhos. De repente, a surpreendo num banco; olhando de soslaio, aguardando sua vez no balcão. Outras vezes ela passa por mim na rua entre os camelôs. Vezes outras a antevejo no espelho de uma joalheria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher madura, com seu rosto denso e esculpido como o de uma atriz, tem qualquer coisa de Melina Mercouri ou de Anouke Aimé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma serenidade nos seus gestos, longe dos desperdícios da adolescência, quando se esbanjam pernas, braços e bocas ruidosamente. A adolescente não sabe ainda os limites de seu corpo e vai florescendo estabanada. É como um nadador principiante, faz muito barulho, joga muita água para os lados. Enfim, desborda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher madura nada no tempo e flui com a serenidade de um peixe. O silêncio em torno de seus gestos tem algo de repouso de garça sobre o lago. Seu olhar sobre os objetos não é de gula ou de concupisciência. Seus olhos não violam as coisas, mas as envolvem ternamente. Sabem a distância entre seu corpo e o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher madura é assim: tem algo de orquídea que brota de um tronco, inteira. Não é um canteiro de margaridas jovens tagarelando nas manhãs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A adolescente, com o brilho de seus cabelos, com essa irradiação que vem dos dentes e dos olhos, nos extasia. Mas a mulher madura tem um som de adágio em suas formas. E até no gozo ela soa com a profundidade de um violoncelo e a sutileza de um oboé sobre a campina do leito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boca da mulher madura tem uma indizível sabedoria. Ela chorou na madrugada e abriu-se em opaco espanto. Ela conheceu a traição e ela mesma saiu sozinha para se deixar invadir pela dimensão de outros corpos. Por isto as suas mãos são líricas no drama e repõem no seu corpo um aprendizado da macia paina de Setembro a Abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo da mulher madura é um corpo que já tem história. Inscrições se fizeram em sua superfície. Seu corpo não é como na adolescência uma pura e agreste possibilidade. Ela conhece seus mecanismos, apalpa suas mensagens, decodifica as ameaças numa intimidade respeitosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que falo de uma certa mulher madura localizada numa classe social e os mais politizados têm que ter condescendência e me entender. A maturidade também vem à mulher pobre, mas vem com tal violência que o verde se perverte, e sobre os casebres e corpos tudo se reveste de uma marrom tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, talvez a mulher madura não se saiba assim ante seu olho interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturidade é essa coisa dupla: um jogo de espelhos revelador. Cada idade tem seu esplendor. É um equívoco pensá-lo apenas como um relâmpago de juventude, de um brilho de raquetes e pernas sobre as praias do tempo. Cada idade tem seu brilho e é preciso que cada um descubra o fulgor do próprio corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher madura está pronta para algo definitivo. Merece, por exemplo, sentar-se naquela Praça de Siena à tarde, acompanhando com o complacente olhar o vôo das andorinhas e as crianças a brincar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher madura descolou-se da superfície das coisas. Merece profundidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher madura é um ser luminoso às 4 horas da tarde, o dia. Pena que seu marido não note, perdido que está nos escritórios e mesquinhas ações nos múltiplos mercados de gestos. Ele não sabe, mas deveria voltar para casa tão maduro quanto Yves Montand e Paul Newman, quando nos seus filmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabem o que perderam em não esperá-la madurar. Ali está uma mulher madura, mais que nunca pronta para quem a souber amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Affonso Romano de SantAna) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-2651132294296102386?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/2651132294296102386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=2651132294296102386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2651132294296102386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2651132294296102386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/04/mulher-madura.html' title='Mulher madura'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3904491530572642400</id><published>2010-04-21T14:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:15:50.155-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byinha amor travessura'/><title type='text'>Quando a gente ama, simplesmente ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S88xRY2sfCI/AAAAAAAABZc/ymJX_I_M0XI/s1600/Campinas+2010+Jantar+Olavo+17abr+4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462639047823096866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S88xRY2sfCI/AAAAAAAABZc/ymJX_I_M0XI/s400/Campinas+2010+Jantar+Olavo+17abr+4.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRAVESSURAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu insisto em cantar&lt;br /&gt;Diferente do que ouvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nada há, mas há de vir&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Era ingênuo, e daí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa geração não quer sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois que sonhe, a que há de vir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso é te provar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que ainda sou o mesmo menino (a mesma menina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não dorme a planejar travessuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fez do som da tua risada um hino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-3904491530572642400?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3904491530572642400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3904491530572642400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6645597137468202823</id><published>2010-04-01T15:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:11:50.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quando A Gente Ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Marcelo Barbosa Barreti / Nil Bernardes / Fábio Caetano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem vai dizer ao coração,&lt;br /&gt;Que a paixão não é loucura&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pareça&lt;br /&gt;Insano acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonei por um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Por um gesto de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem palavra&lt;br /&gt;Alguma pra falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor,a vida passa num instante&lt;br /&gt;E um instante é muito pouco pra sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a gente ama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplesmente ama&lt;br /&gt;É impossível explicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Quando a gente ama&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente ama! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6645597137468202823?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6645597137468202823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6645597137468202823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6645597137468202823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6645597137468202823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/04/quando-gente-ama-oswaldo-montenegro.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-1123590860732205290</id><published>2010-03-29T21:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:28:43.609-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metade oswaldo montenegro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não me impeça de ver o que anseio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a morte de tudo em que acredito&lt;br /&gt;Não me tape os ouvidos e a boca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe&lt;br /&gt;Seja linda ainda que tristeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja pra sempre amada&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo&lt;br /&gt;Não sejam ouvidas como prece e nem repetidas com fervor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Apenas respeitadas&lt;br /&gt;Como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Seja um dia recompensada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mas a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;e que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto um doce sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me lembro ter dado na infância &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por que metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui&lt;br /&gt;A outra metade eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pra me fazer aquietar o espírito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ela não saiba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar&lt;br /&gt;Porque é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é platéia&lt;br /&gt;E a outra metade é canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor&lt;br /&gt;E a outra metade também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-1123590860732205290?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/1123590860732205290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=1123590860732205290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1123590860732205290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1123590860732205290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/03/metade-composicao-oswaldo-montenegro.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-337578730430931054</id><published>2010-03-07T22:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:53:10.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rever o BOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vale a pena reler, rever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2008/12/emoes.html"&gt;http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2008/12/emoes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/11/dias-melhores.html"&gt;http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/11/dias-melhores.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2007/10/tome-as-rdeas-da-sua-vida.html"&gt;http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2007/10/tome-as-rdeas-da-sua-vida.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bjkks&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/8988326528185610766-337578730430931054?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-4781555442431202207</id><published>2010-03-03T08:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:19:13.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camundongo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coragem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideal'/><title type='text'>O Mágico e o Camundongo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S45FRxrThSI/AAAAAAAABY0/fka-rFQvoWI/s1600-h/black-panther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444365171232572706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S45FRxrThSI/AAAAAAAABY0/fka-rFQvoWI/s400/black-panther.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Mágico e o Camundongo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Conta-se, uma antiga fábula que um camundongo vivia angustiado com medo do gato. Um mágico teve pena dele e o transformou em gato. Mas aí ele ficou com medo de cão, por isso o mágico o transformou em pantera. Então ele começou a temer os caçadores. A essa altura o mágico desistiu. Transformou-o em camundongo novamente e disse:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Nada que eu faça por você vai ajudá-lo, porque você tem apenas a coragem de um camundongo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É preciso coragem para romper com o projeto que nos é imposto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas saiba que coragem não é a ausência do medo; é sim, a capacidade de avançar, apesar do medo; caminhar para frente e enfrentar as adversidades, vencendo os medos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É isto que devemos fazer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podemos nos derrotar, nos entregar por causa dos medos. Assim, jamais chegaremos aos lugares que tanto almejamos em nossas vidas! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos refletir, sobre que tipo de coragem estamos tendo em nosso dia-a-dia! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua coragem é de um camundongo ou de uma pantera?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bjkks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444363425698999378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S45DsLDq7FI/AAAAAAAABYs/Ej1uAUZmbcA/s400/forca_e_coragem.gif" /&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/8988326528185610766-4781555442431202207?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/4781555442431202207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=4781555442431202207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4781555442431202207'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8678960316185554670</id><published>2010-02-15T21:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:05:02.985-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S3nS206krQI/AAAAAAAABYk/hmRS2Z3Bi7Y/s1600-h/amizade-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438609864385670402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S3nS206krQI/AAAAAAAABYk/hmRS2Z3Bi7Y/s400/amizade-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Pagai o mal&lt;br /&gt;com o bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque o amor&lt;br /&gt;é vitorioso&lt;br /&gt;no ataque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e invulnerável&lt;br /&gt;na defesa.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-8678960316185554670?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/8678960316185554670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=8678960316185554670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8678960316185554670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8678960316185554670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/02/pagai-o-mal-com-o-bem-porque-o-amor-e.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/S3nS206krQI/AAAAAAAABYk/hmRS2Z3Bi7Y/s72-c/amizade-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-5079420662035830340</id><published>2010-02-15T15:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:53:11.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já postei esse texto anteriormente, porém, hoje, quero-o aqui, na capa outra vez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uma mulher acordou uma manhã, olhou no espelho e percebeu que tinha somente três fios de cabelo na cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, ela disse, acho que vou trançar meus cabelos hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Assim ela fez e teve um dia maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia seguinte, ela acordou, olhou no espelho e viu que tinha somente dois fios de cabelo na cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Humm, ela disse, acho que vou partir meu cabelo no meio hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Assim ela fez e teve um dia magnífico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No dia seguinte, ela acordou, olhou no espelho e percebeu que tinha apenas um fio de cabelo na cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, ela disse, hoje vou amarrar meu cabelo como um rabo de cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim ela fez e teve um dia divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, ela acordou, olhou no espelho e percebeu que não havia um único fio de cabelo na cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa! ela exclamou, não tenho que pentear meu cabelo hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATITUDE É TUDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Viva com simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ame generosamente.&lt;br /&gt;Cuide intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;Fale com gentileza.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o restante com Deus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que tem medo do inexistente... credo... relaxa!&lt;br /&gt;Não é momento para ceninhas...&lt;br /&gt;Não é momento para manipulações e chantagens veladas!&lt;br /&gt;Chega por último e quer sentar na janelinha e pior, no lugar da velhinha...&lt;br /&gt;afffff......&lt;br /&gt;Mereça primeiro seu lugar, confiança não se esmola, se conquista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-5079420662035830340?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5079420662035830340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5079420662035830340&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A prudente atenção ao presente requer a experiência do passado e a previsão do futuro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASPICE, RESPICE, PROSPICE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veja, reveja, preveja&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6324908563538425146?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mil vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valéria Costa&lt;br /&gt;(Composição: Alex Burton/Pablo Rigo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O tempo passa o dia inteiro eu fico a te imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo de poder de novo te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Cai a madrugada tanto tempo sem te ver.&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei já fiz de tudo pra te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar vivo escondendo minha solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança de você, minha inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade 'tá' me machucando,&lt;br /&gt;Não 'tô' mais aguentando sem você aqui.&lt;br /&gt;'Tá' difícil ficar sem você, vem tomar conta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou continuar sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei até quando terei que esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Só você não vê que eu estou chorando,&lt;br /&gt;Resistindo a tua ausência eu volto a respirar.&lt;br /&gt;O meu tempo está se acabando.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida inteira está a se passar.&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras e verdades vão se misturando.&lt;br /&gt;Só peço que escute o que eu vou falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei mil vidas se preciso for.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em apenas uma me dê a mão. &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/8988326528185610766-3315048203885721007?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3315048203885721007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3315048203885721007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-5676182500762915111</id><published>2010-01-08T02:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:24:00.749-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pagai o mal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com o bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque o amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é vitorioso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no ataque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e invulnerável &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na defesa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amo você, visceralmente!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e isso é lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sua imgem me desconcentra, sua força me atrai, sua ausência é sedutora, a espera me excita, em breve... ... ... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas, quem é você???&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/8988326528185610766-5676182500762915111?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5676182500762915111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5676182500762915111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5676182500762915111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5676182500762915111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2042717255601459850</id><published>2009-12-30T17:47:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:06:22.048-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não posso acabar com todos os seus problemas, dúvidas ou medos, mas eu posso ouvir você e juntos podemos procurar soluções.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso impedir que você leve tombos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas posso oferecer minha mão para você agarrar e levantar-se. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas alegrias, triunfos, sucessos e felicidades não me pertencem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas seus risos e sorrisos fazem parte dos meus maiores bens.&lt;br /&gt;Não é de minha alçada as decisões que você toma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu posso apoiar, encorajar e ajudar se me pedir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não posso traçar ou impor-lhe limites, mas posso apontar-lhe caminhos alternativos, procurar com você medidas de crescimento, formas de encontrar-se, meios de ser você mesmo sem medo da rejeição. Eu não posso salvar a sua alma de ser partida pela dor, pela mágoa, perda ou tristeza, mas posso chorar com você e ajudá-lo a juntar os pedaços.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso dizer quem você é ou como deveria ser: eu só posso amar você e ser sua amiga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELIZ 2.010 E QUE DEUS ILUMINE SEMPRE SEU CAMINHO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(desconheço autoria, recebi por email, Obrigada!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-2042717255601459850?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/2042717255601459850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=2042717255601459850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2042717255601459850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2042717255601459850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-nao-posso-acabar-com-todos-os-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8256864724883399054</id><published>2009-12-22T11:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:56:18.438-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pássaro de Fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SzDP7ckU7RI/AAAAAAAABYI/bikpM7h00Wo/s1600-h/tattoo+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418058971914497298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SzDP7ckU7RI/AAAAAAAABYI/bikpM7h00Wo/s320/tattoo+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vai se entregar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Como a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Vai delirar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o meu calor&lt;br /&gt;Vai me pertencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou pássaro de fogo&lt;br /&gt;Que canta ao teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Vou ganhar esse jogo,&lt;br /&gt;Te amando feito um louco&lt;br /&gt;Quero teu amor bandido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minh'alma viajante, coração independente&lt;br /&gt;Por você corre perigo&lt;br /&gt;To afim dos teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;De tirar o teu sossego&lt;br /&gt;Ser bem mais que um amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que não&lt;br /&gt;Não negue a você&lt;br /&gt;Um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe do chão&lt;br /&gt;Serei os seus pés&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas do sonho rumo ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Permita sentir&lt;br /&gt;Se entrega pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Cavalga em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Oh minha eterna paixão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Paula Fernandes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8988326528185610766-8256864724883399054?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/8256864724883399054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=8256864724883399054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8256864724883399054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8256864724883399054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/12/passaro-de-fogo.html' title='Pássaro de Fogo'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SzDP7ckU7RI/AAAAAAAABYI/bikpM7h00Wo/s72-c/tattoo+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-1050700956211250570</id><published>2009-12-05T21:36:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:49:26.351-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411901690665746466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sxrv6gd3wCI/AAAAAAAABYA/HkMXGgoMiLU/s320/sorriso-jovem-2502081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sxrv6USlzzI/AAAAAAAABX4/qpS3lYghzaU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411901687397207858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sxrv6USlzzI/AAAAAAAABX4/qpS3lYghzaU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Amo esse texto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Processo seletivo na Volkswagen do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A redação abaixo foi desenvolvida por um candidato num processo de seleção. O teste solicitava que ele fizesse uma redação sobre o tema: "Qual a sua experiência?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele foi aprovado e seu texto está fazendo sucesso e ele com certeza será sempre lembrado pela sua criatividade, sua poesia e acima de tudo pela sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Já fiz cosquinha na minha irmã só pra ela parar de chorar, já me queimei brincando com vela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz bola de chiclete e melequei todo o rosto, já conversei com o espelho, e até já brinquei de ser bruxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já quis ser astronauta, violonista, mágico, caçador e trapezista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me escondi atrás da cortina e esqueci os pés pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já passei trote por telefone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tomei banho de chuva e acabei me viciando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já roubei beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já confundi sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei atalho errado e continuo andando pelo desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já raspei o fundo da panela de arroz carreteiro, já me cortei fazendo a barba apressado, já chorei ouvindo música no ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei esquecer algumas pessoas, mas descobri que essas são as mais difíceis de se esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já subi escondido no telhado pra tentar pegar estrelas, já subi em árvore pra roubar fruta, já caí da escada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz juras eternas, já escrevi no muro da escola, já chorei sentado no chão do banheiro, já fugi de casa pra sempre, e voltei no outro instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já corri pra não deixar alguém chorando, já fiquei sozinho no meio de mil pessoas sentindo falta de uma só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi pôr-do-sol cor-de-rosa e alaranjado, já me joguei na piscina sem vontade de voltar, já bebi uísque até sentir dormentes os meus lábios, já olhei a cidade de cima e mesmo assim não encontrei meu lugar. Já senti medo do escuro, já tremi de nervoso, já quase morri de amor, mas renasci novamente pra ver o sorriso de alguém especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já acordei no meio da noite e fiquei com medo de levantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já apostei em correr descalço na rua, já gritei de felicidade, já roubei rosas num enorme jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me apaixonei e achei que era para sempre, mas sempre era um "para sempre" pela metade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já deitei na grama de madrugada e vi a Lua virar Sol, já chorei por ver amigos partindo, mas descobri que logo chegam novos, e a vida é mesmo um ir e vir sem razão.Foram tantas coisas feitas, momentos fotografados pelas lentes da emoção, guardados num baú, chamado coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora um formulário me interroga, me encosta na parede e grita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Qual sua experiência?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa pergunta ecoa no meu cérebro: "experiência... experiência..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ser "plantador de sorrisos" é uma boa experiência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não!!! Talvez eles não saibam ainda colher sonhos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora gostaria de indagar uma pequena coisa para quem formulou esta pergunta: Experiência? Quem a tem, se a todo momento tudo se renova?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-1050700956211250570?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/1050700956211250570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=1050700956211250570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1050700956211250570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1050700956211250570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/12/amo-esse-texto-processo-seletivo-na.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sxrv6gd3wCI/AAAAAAAABYA/HkMXGgoMiLU/s72-c/sorriso-jovem-2502081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-4242182196582844329</id><published>2009-12-05T21:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:25:23.315-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajude a auto-estima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sxrrj-UfxrI/AAAAAAAABXw/3bsjHc1Zfg0/s1600-h/Espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411896905495987890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sxrrj-UfxrI/AAAAAAAABXw/3bsjHc1Zfg0/s320/Espelho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gurus da saúde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com dicas simples (sic), preparadores físicos, nutricionistas e médicos ajudam paulistanos a abandonar vícios, sair do sedentarismo, melhorar hábitos alimentares e, assim, conquistar a tão sonhada qualidade de vida. Mas será que é tão fácil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os dez mandamentos de Nuno Cobra, preparador físico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 - Durma pelo menos oito horas e tente acordar sem despertador. "Ele é uma agressão ao organismo"&lt;br /&gt;2 - Alimente-se em pequenas quantidades a cada três horas.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Cheire a comida, pegue as folhas com as mãos e mastigue o mais devagar possível&lt;br /&gt;4 - Exerça alguma atividade física pelo menos três vezes por semana. Uma hora de caminhada pode ser praticada por qualquer pessoa, em qualquer lugar, e é suficiente para obter os benefícios do esporte&lt;br /&gt;5 - Evite ficar nervoso. Em situações de stress, experimente bocejar e espreguiçar&lt;br /&gt;6- Dedique pelo menos quinze minutos do dia à meditação. Escolha um local silencioso, sente-se numa posição confortável e se esqueça da vida&lt;br /&gt;7 - Tome ao menos dois banhos frios por dia. Esse hábito é energizante&lt;br /&gt;8- Nenhum tratamento irá funcionar se você não abandonar seus vícios, a começar pelo cigarro&lt;br /&gt;9- Quando fizer exercícios físicos, concentre-se apenas neles. Não leia enquanto pedala na bicicleta nem ouça música enquanto corre&lt;br /&gt;10 - Preste atenção ao fluxo de ar que entra e sai de seu pulmão e procure respirar mais profundamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, faça elogios com mais freqüência. Essa tática funciona como um ímã e faz com que todos queiram estar a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os cinco mandamentos de Alfredo Halpern, endocrinologista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 - Não se culpe por ser gordo. Procure ajuda e emagreça&lt;br /&gt;2 - Fuja das fórmulas mágicas e das dietas milagrosas. O que vale é aprender a comer&lt;br /&gt;3 - Não há alimento proibido. O segredo é não exagerar em nada&lt;br /&gt;4 - É possível comer bem e ter um peso normal&lt;br /&gt;5- Obesidade é uma doença e, às vezes, seu tratamento requer a intervenção de medicamentos. Mas lembre-se: eles precisam ser receitados por um médico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os cinco mandamentos de Fernanda Lima e Ari Stiel Radu, reumatologistas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Não pratique exercícios em locais expostos à poluição, como avenidas movimentadas. Escolha horários com menos tráfego ou deixe para se exercitar em casa, numa esteira, por exemplo&lt;br /&gt;2 - A regularidade traz mais benefícios à saúde do que a intensidade da atividade física&lt;br /&gt;3 - Fique atento à postura. Se você não se cuidar, todo o seu esforço com atividades fisicas poderá ser em vão&lt;br /&gt;4 - Seja paciente com seu corpo. Em um mês, você não vai recupar o atraso de dez anos&lt;br /&gt;5 - Evite exercitar-se em horários de calor excessivo, para não sofrer desidratação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os cinco mandamentos de Mauricio Hirata, clínico geral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Arrume um espaço na agenda para fazer ginástica, como o horário do almoço&lt;br /&gt;2 - Coma alimentos saudáveis. Se for o caso, leve a comida de casa&lt;br /&gt;3 - Ponha um comedouro para pássaros na janela de sua casa ou apartamento e observe os movimentos dos animais. "É excelente para relaxar"&lt;br /&gt;4 - Não perca muito tempo de seu dia no trânsito. Se você mora longe do trabalho, mude-se para mais perto&lt;br /&gt;5 - Deixe a janela do quarto entreaberta se você tem dificuldade em acordar de manhã. A luz ajuda o cérebro a perceber que já é dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os cinco mandamentos de Tânia Rodrigues, nutricionista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 - Acostume-se a beber mais água. Deixe uma garrafa de meio litro sobre a mesa de trabalho e outra dentro do carro&lt;br /&gt;2 - Inclua pelo menos três frutas na alimentação diária. Elas garantem quantidades mínimas de vitaminas, fibras e minerais, que ajudam a prevenir diversos tipos de câncer&lt;br /&gt;3 - Não saia de casa sem se alimentar. Se sua refeição for apenas um cafezinho, pelo menos acrescente um pouco de leite à xícara&lt;br /&gt;4 - O jantar deve ser a refeição mais leve do dia. Se você tem mais fome à noite, faça um esforço e coma menos nesse horário. O corpo se acostumará e você terá mais apetite de manhã&lt;br /&gt;5 - Coma uma pequena porção de algum alimento rico em carboidrato trinta minutos antes das atividades físicas. Isso vai melhorar seu rendimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os cinco mandamentos de Hong Jin Pai, acupunturista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Reclamar da vida só causa stress. Em vez de resmungar porque faz frio, vista um agasalho&lt;br /&gt;2 - Passamos a maior parte do dia no trabalho. Por isso, você precisa amar o que faz&lt;br /&gt;3 - Aproveite o trânsito para escutar alguma música de que goste, estudar um idioma ou, se não estiver dirigindo, ler&lt;br /&gt;4 - Seja otimista. Lembre-se de que todas as crises são passageiras&lt;br /&gt;5 - A terceira idade deve ser a melhor fase da vida. Estude, exercite-se e leia. Ficar parado só acelera o envelhecimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-4242182196582844329?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/4242182196582844329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=4242182196582844329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4242182196582844329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4242182196582844329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/12/ajude-auto-estima.html' title='Ajude a auto-estima'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sxrrj-UfxrI/AAAAAAAABXw/3bsjHc1Zfg0/s72-c/Espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3306801575428742867</id><published>2009-12-05T20:40:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:52:40.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Namorar é preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxrmMz8OoCI/AAAAAAAABXk/9qqwn9Sy8uE/s1600-h/cortesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411891010014715938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxrmMz8OoCI/AAAAAAAABXk/9qqwn9Sy8uE/s320/cortesia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Namorar é preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namorar é preciso - com todo mundo, o tempo todo, sempre. Esse namoro de que estou falando não tem nenhuma conotação sexual; é uma coisa leve, um charme suave, que deveria existir entre todas as pessoas em todos os momentos do dia. Namorai-vos uns aos outros deveria ser um lema de vida, o que não tem nada a ver com o amai-vos, que é muito complicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando entrar num botequim para comprar cigarros, no lugar de dizer, com a cara amarrada, "um maço de cigarros", pode começar já com um sorriso perguntando "será que eu vou ter a alegria de pagar pelo cigarro o mesmo preço que paguei ontem?". É uma bobagem, mas não tenha dúvidas de que vai receber uma resposta à altura -e também um sorriso; nada mal, hein? Uma amiga me contou que um dia, no aeroporto de Roma, pediu uma água mineral e, quando perguntou quanto era, o garçom respondeu, olhando para ela bem dentro dos olhos: "Para você, 400 liras". Tudo bem, ela tinha marido, filhos, estava embarcando de volta para casa e não tinha a mais leve intenção de jogar tudo para o alto e viver um romance de amor, mas que gostou, ah, isso gostou -e nunca esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feira é um lugar onde esse charme existe naturalmente o tempo todo. "Freguesinha bonita, prove um pedacinho do abacaxi doce como mel, não existe nenhum igual ao meu." Não dá para resistir e você, que mora sozinha, compra logo seis. Esse namoro, ou charme, ou flirt, não tem nada a ver com beleza, idade, posição social. É o prazer de ter prazer pelo prazer, e os que são imunes a isso não sabem o que perdem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namoram-se crianças de berço, gatos, cachorros, o macaco do jardim zoológico, e, quando se começa, sempre há um retorno: faça a experiência e depois me diga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você diz a sua empregada "Sebastiana, estou com vontade de comer aquele franguinho assado que só você sabe fazer, com a pelinha crocante; e em meia hora, ou eu desmaio", alguma dúvida de que em 25 minutos ele vai estar pronto e acompanhado da pergunta, também entre sorrisos, "será que ficou como a senhora gosta?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservar passagem na véspera de um feriado prolongado é praticamente impossível, mas quando você recebe um não daqueles definitivos, use seu charme; pergunte ao funcionário como ele se chama e diga: "Paulo, você não vai fazer isso comigo; meu namorado está me esperando e você, que deve ter uma namorada, sabe que avião lotado não foi feito para gente apaixonada. Pelo menos me ponha em lista de espera e jure que vai fazer o impossível para me botar no vôo". Falando assim, já conta com 80% de probabilidades de embarcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vamos começar; hoje você vai namorar todo mundo, começando pelo porteiro e chegando até o flanelinha -é, até o flanelinha. Se na hora de pegar o carro, cheia de sacolas, você, desesperada, não puder nem pensar em procurar a carteira no fundo da bolsa para pegar aquele troco que, no fundo, não tem nenhuma obrigação de dar, abra um sorriso e diga: "Querido, estou sem trocado; não fique zangado, mas vai ficar para a próxima -desculpe, tá?". Garanto que ele vai dizer um "tudo bem, madame" bem legal e até sorrir (pode também te dar um tiro, mas isso faz parte).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma maneira de viver que deve ser exercitada e que pode trazer resultados inesperados. Como as pessoas vão gostar mais de você, de repente dá até para reformular o que foi dito lá em cima, com ar de grande verdade: "Namorar, sempre, e sem nenhuma conotação sexual"." Porque, com conotação, fica melhor ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Danuza Leão) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"...Com conotação fica melhor ainda...", gostei disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hummmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alguém se candidata??? (rsrsrsr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bjkks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mí&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411891006195949890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxrmMltw4UI/AAAAAAAABXc/MyI0wYkyCxw/s320/dianamoradosjanelinha4rt.png" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxrlEPYfxZI/AAAAAAAABXU/zJRoiy0tVEg/s1600-h/amizade-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-3306801575428742867?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3306801575428742867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3306801575428742867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3306801575428742867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3306801575428742867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/12/namorar-e-preciso.html' title='Namorar é preciso'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxrmMz8OoCI/AAAAAAAABXk/9qqwn9Sy8uE/s72-c/cortesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-1004601580606306761</id><published>2009-11-28T22:18:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:30:39.803-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO É CASA-AO-VIVO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxG_572MzyI/AAAAAAAABXE/BFECMR-xzf0/s1600/CASA-AO-VIVO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409315629487148834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxG_572MzyI/AAAAAAAABXE/BFECMR-xzf0/s320/CASA-AO-VIVO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMIGO É CASA-AO-VIVO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudades dos meus amigos-casa-ao-vivo!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saga da Costelinha assada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mírian:&lt;/em&gt; (em pensamento:.. hummm, que cheiro esquisito.. deixa quieto, deve ser o tempero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neusa&lt;/em&gt;: - Tá sentindo esse cheiro!?!? O que será isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mírian:&lt;/em&gt; - é, 'tô sentindo... o que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neusa:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(toda desesperada, claro!&lt;/em&gt;) - Que cheiro é esse, meudeus, o que é isso, o que será... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neusa abre o forno... futrica.. furtrica... (morrendo de medo de encontrar algo morto)... qdo de repente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neusa:&lt;/em&gt; - O que é aquilo lá no fundo (do forno, até a costelinha ela já tinha tirado) meudeus o que será aquilo, ái credo, tô até com medo de olhar... Pink, olha lá o que é aquilo.... credo, o que será....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mírian:&lt;/em&gt; - eu hein.... vê logo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neusa:&lt;/em&gt; - Affff, .........&lt;br /&gt;- Olha Pink, não acredito... olha o que era.... (e mostra com todo simbolismo, uma massa retorcida e derrretida), olha Pink, esqueci de tirar a espátula....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(muitas gargalhadas noite a fora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I-NES-QUE-CÍ-VEL!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor costelinha, regada a espátula derretida.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para muitas coisas tem mastercard&lt;br /&gt;para gargalhadas e costelinhas e espátulas entre amigas, não tem preço!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Neutzscha : Apague meu spotlight !&lt;br /&gt;- Menina, você fez a crônica exata, exata daquela noite!!&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa mais carinhosa,queridíssima, amei!&lt;br /&gt;Amei ter lido, ter recordado,revivido. No geral, e olhe que isso é amplo,amplo,amplo, minha grande, grande amiga! O carinho meu, da mamae, do Duka,estão diarimamente, e sempre, prontinhos para receber você !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-1004601580606306761?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/1004601580606306761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=1004601580606306761&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1004601580606306761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1004601580606306761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/11/amigo-e-casa-ao-vivo.html' title='AMIGO É CASA-AO-VIVO!!!!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SxG_572MzyI/AAAAAAAABXE/BFECMR-xzf0/s72-c/CASA-AO-VIVO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8959097875239842744</id><published>2009-11-23T23:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:50:23.987-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEM NA GEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sws6nllDjDI/AAAAAAAABW8/elOYoP0JRgw/s1600/100_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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FESTIVAL DE CINEMA DE BRASÍLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IMPERDÍVEL!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;17 terça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;20h, Sala Villa-Lobos do Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, para convidados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abertura do Festival com apresentação da Orquestra Sinfônica do Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, sob a regência do maestro Ira Levin e exibição do filme Lula, o Filho do Brasil, de Fábio Barreto, com Glória Pires e Rui Ricardo Diaz, com a presença do diretor e todo o elenco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine Brasília, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Exposição \'Cartazes do Festival\' - até o dia 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;18 quarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10h, Cine Brasília, escolas agendadas Festivalzinho, O Grilo Feliz e os Insetos Gigantes, de Rafael Ribas e Walbercy Ribas&lt;br /&gt;11h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala B, acesso livre Debate com a equipe do filme Lula, o Filho do Brasil, de Fábio Barreto&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala B, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;IV Seminário Locações Brasil, Painel: Progressos e desafios do cenário atual das FCs no Brasil: Film Commissions nacionais e autoridades do governo federal&lt;br /&gt;Apresentação de Cases: Rio Film Commission e Brasilia Film Commission&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Sala 11 Workshop de Interpretação e Dramaturgia do Ator para Cinema - a Emoção e a Câmera, com Luciana Martuchelli. Até o dia 23&lt;br /&gt;15h, Sala Martins Pena, Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, entrada franca Mostra Brasília Digital e debate 2009, Ano da França no Brasil, de Kleber Robson de Araújo Fernandes, 7min23, DF - Big Bang e o Gênesis, de Cleuberth Choi, 12min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Casulo, de Rafael Morbeck, 16min8, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Xamã-Gaia, o Caminho da Sacerdotiza, de Rogerio Quintão, 16min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Você Não!, de Lívia Fernandez e Patrícia Dantas, 11min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Dada, de Allex Medrado, 8min53, DF&lt;br /&gt;- El Cine No Muerto, de André Miranda, 10min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Entrada Franca, de Yana Carla Monteiro Lopes e Camila Nogueira Alves, 8min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Sobre a Pele, de Márcio Mota, 16min57, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Catando a Poesia, de André Catuaba, 8min11, DF&lt;br /&gt;15h30, 18h e 20h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil Mostra Petrobras Filme Restaurado, A Hora da Estrela, de Suzana Amaral, 96min, SP&lt;br /&gt;18h, Saguão do Hotel Nacional, acesso livre Lançamento do livro Brasília Cinematográfica, Ministério de Turismo e Instituto Dharma.&lt;br /&gt;18h30, Estações do Metrô: Central, 108 Sul, Taguatinga e Ceilândia, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Petrobras Revelando os Brasis&lt;br /&gt;- Brilhantino, deÉriton Bernardes Berçaco, ES&lt;br /&gt;- O Paraíso de Maria, deMaria José Estevam de Souza, CE&lt;br /&gt;- Documentário sobre Chico Abelha, deUiara Maria Carneiro da Cunha, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Revelando Minha Vida, deFleury da Silva de Almeida, GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;20h, Praça do Centro Cultural Itapuã, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Cinema no Gama&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital&lt;br /&gt;20h30 e 23h30, Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Homem-Bomba, de Tarcísio Lara Puiati, 13min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Amigos Bizarros do Ricardinho, de Augusto Canani, 20min, RS&lt;br /&gt;- Filhos de João, Admirável Mundo Novo Baiano, de Henrique Dantas, 75min, BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;19 quinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10h, Cine Brasília, escolas agendadas&lt;br /&gt;Festivalzinho, Grilo Feliz e os Insetos Gigantes, de Rafael Ribas e Walbercy Ribas&lt;br /&gt;10h e 14h, Hotel Nacional, Sala 12&lt;br /&gt;Encontro do Congresso Brasileiro de Cinema&lt;br /&gt;11h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho Ala B, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Debate com as equipes dos filmes da Mostra Competitiva 35mm exibidos na noite anterior no Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala A, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Roteiro em Questão IV, com os roteiristas Marcos Bernstein, Newton Cannito, Eduardo Benaim e Thiago Dottori&lt;br /&gt;15h, Hotel Nacional, Sala 1, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;IV Seminário Locações Brasil, Assembleia Geral ABRAFIC&lt;br /&gt;Aprovação do Balanço Financeiro 2008-2009&lt;br /&gt;Deliberações para o futuro da entidade&lt;br /&gt;Eleição e Posse da Nova Diretoria e Conselho Fiscal para o biênio 2010-2011&lt;br /&gt;15h, Sala Martins Pena, Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, entrada franca&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital e debate&lt;br /&gt;- Às Vezes, de Virna Smith, 6min45, DF&lt;br /&gt;- À Cabidela, de Ignácio Amaral, 13min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Centelha, de Thiago Moysés, 19min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Espaço Novacap, de Cleverton Silva e Sandra Torres, 15min17, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Homilia, de José de Campos, 15min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Um Cineasta Brasiliense em Goiânia, de Gustavo Serrate, 16min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Rock Ceilândia, de Gil Pedro Macedo, 19min54, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Clara e o Relógio, de Fabio Brasil, 17min40, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Só Minha Hora Deus Sabe, de Emanuel Aragão, 15min, DF&lt;br /&gt;15h30, 18h e 20h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Homem-Bomba, de Tarcísio Lara Puiati, 13min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Amigos Bizarros do Ricardinho, de Augusto Canani, 20min, RS&lt;br /&gt;- Filhos de João, Admirável Mundo Novo Baiano, de Henrique Dantas, 75min, BA&lt;br /&gt;18h30, Estações do Metrô: Central, 108 Sul, Taguatinga e Ceilândia, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Petrobras Revelando os Brasis&lt;br /&gt;- Uma Pescadora Rara no Litoral do Ceará, deSidnéia Luzia da Silva, CE&lt;br /&gt;- O Sonho de Loreno, deAlana Rosa Batista Almondes, ES&lt;br /&gt;- Tropeiros, deArthur Gomes dos Santos, PE&lt;br /&gt;- O Circo Chegou, deThiago de Souza Santos, SP&lt;br /&gt;19h, Fercal, Sobradinho, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Cinema Voador - exibição de curtas e longas nacionais – até o dia 21&lt;br /&gt;20h, Praça do Centro Cultural Itapuã, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Cinema no Gama&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital&lt;br /&gt;20h30 e 23h30, Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Bailão, de Marcelo Caetano, 16min, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Água Viva, de Raul Maciel,14min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Perdão, Mister Fiel, de Jorge Oliveira, 95min, DF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;20 sexta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;0h, Cine Brasília, escolas agendadas&lt;br /&gt;- Festivalzinho, Grilo Feliz e os Insetos Gigantes, de Rafael Ribas e Walbercy Ribas&lt;br /&gt;10h e 14h, Hotel Nacional, Sala 12&lt;br /&gt;- Encontro do Congresso Brasileiro de Cinema&lt;br /&gt;11h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala B, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Debate com as equipes dos filmes da Mostra Competitiva 35mm exibidos na noite anterior no Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;14h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala B, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Seminário Imagens e Imaginários de Brasília - Brasilia 50 Anos&lt;br /&gt;temas: Itinerários imagéticos sobre Brasília: Dispersos diálogos analógicos e digitais: Prof. Dra. - Tania Montoro (coordenadora do seminário), Universidade de Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;- Cartas para JK: Imaginando a nova capital: Prof. Dra. Ivany Câmara Neiva, Universidade Católica de Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;- Se esta quadra fosse minha: Imagens e imaginários da cidade: Prof. Dra. Teresa Negrão, Universidade de Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;- Curta Brasília: O olhar do cinema candango para a cidade: Msc. Patrícia Albernazm, Ministério do Turismo e Centro de Excelência em Turismo da Unb. Imagens e fotogramas de Brasília: A cidade frame a frame: Fotógrafo e Prof. Msc Duda Bentes, Universidade de Brasília&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala A, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Roteiro em Questão IV, com os roteiristas Marcos Bernstein, Newton Cannito, Eduardo Benaim e Thiago Dottori&lt;br /&gt;15h, Hotel Nacional, Sala 1, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;IV Seminário Locações Brasil,Assembléia Geral da Abrafic&lt;br /&gt;15h, Sala Martins Pena, Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, entrada franca&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva Digital e debate&lt;br /&gt;- A Última Quinta, de Fernando Arze, 14min40, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Apreço, de Gabriel Trajano, 18min, BA&lt;br /&gt;- Lembrança, de Mauricio Osaki, 17min, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Sala de Montagem, de Umberto Martins, 3min, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Santa Bárbara do Oeste, de Tato Carvalho, 7min, SP&lt;br /&gt;15h30, 18h e 20h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Bailão, de Marcelo Caetano, 16min, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Água Viva, de Raul Maciel,14min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Perdão Mister Fiel, de Jorge Oliveira, 95min, DF&lt;br /&gt;18h30, Estações do Metrô: Central, 108 Sul, Taguatinga e Ceilândia, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Petrobras Revelando os Brasis&lt;br /&gt;- Valei-me São Sebastião, é o Fim do Mundo!, de Marcondes Dantas, BA&lt;br /&gt;- O Dono do Carnaval, deMaria de Lourdes Scabine Lezo, SP&lt;br /&gt;- O Barbeiro de São Pedro da União, deFrancisco Tadeu Pereira, MG&lt;br /&gt;- Paixão e Alegria, deAdner de Almeida Sena, MG&lt;br /&gt;19h e 21h30, Cinemark Pier 21&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Homem-Bomba, de Tarcísio Lara Puiati, 13min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Amigos Bizarros do Ricardinho, de Augusto Canani, 20min, RS&lt;br /&gt;- Filhos de João, Admirável Mundo Novo Baiano, de Henrique Dantas, 75min, BA&lt;br /&gt;20h, Praça do Centro Cultural Itapuã, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Cinema no Gama&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital&lt;br /&gt;20h30 e 23h30, Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Dias de Greve, de Adirley Queirós, 24min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Ave Maria ou Mãe dos Sertanejos, de Camilo Cavalcante, 12min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- Quebradeiras, de Evaldo Mocarzel, 71min, SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;21 sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala B, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Debate com as equipes dos filmes da Mostra Brasília e da Mostra Competitiva 35mm exibidos no dia anterior no Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;11h, Hotel Nacional, Sala 1, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Seminário: Narrativas do curta-metragem, experiências de produção e circulação do filme curto. mesa: Bernard Payen, coordenador da competição de curtas da Semana da Crítica do Festival de Cannes; Damien Manivel, curta-metragista e Brigitte Veyne, adida audiovisual da Embaixada da França. Mediadores: Josiane Osório, diretora do Festival Internacional de Filmes Curtíssimos no Brasil; Pedro Anísio, cineasta, Marcus Ligocki, roteirista e produtor e Thiago Moysés, cineasta&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Sala 12&lt;br /&gt;- Oficina Prática de Direção de Atores: Análise Ativa de Roteiros e Dramaturgias, com Heloisa Toledo. Até o dia 23&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala A, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Roteiro em Questão IV, com os roteiristas Marcos Bernstein, Newton Cannito, Eduardo Benaim e Thiago Dottori.&lt;br /&gt;15h, Sala Martins Pena, Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, entrada franca.&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva Digital e debate&lt;br /&gt;- De Muro a Muro, de Marina Watanabe e Rebeca Damian, 20min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Mas na Verdade uma História Só, de Francisco Craesmeyer, 12min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- O Canalha, de Latege Romro Filho e Rodrigo Luiz Martins, 13min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Os Pais, de Lello Kosby, 20min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Dois Mundos, de Thereza Jessouroun, 15min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Obra Prima, de Andréa Midori Simão e Thiago Faelli, 20min, SP&lt;br /&gt;15h, Cine Brasília, entrada franca&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Petrobras Filme Restaurado, A Hora da Estrela, de Suzana Amaral, 96min, SP&lt;br /&gt;15h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva Digital&lt;br /&gt;- A Última Quinta, de Fernando Arze, 14min40, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Apreço, de Gabriel Trajano, 18min, BA&lt;br /&gt;- Lembrança, de Mauricio Osaki, 17min, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Sala de Montagem, de Umberto Martins, 3min, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Santa Bárbara do Oeste, de Tato Carvalho, 7min, SP&lt;br /&gt;16h30, Cine Brasília, entrada franca&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- As Estalactites de Davi, de R.C.Ballerini, 10min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- As Coisas Acontecem, de Denilson Félix, 12min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Feijão com Arroz, de Daniela Marinho, 8min30, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Princípio da Incerteza, de Cauê Brandão, 13min44, GO/DF&lt;br /&gt;- Deus-Arma, de Johil Carvalho e Sérgio Lacerda, 12min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Hollywood no Cerrado, de Armando Bulcao, 85min, DF&lt;br /&gt;18h e 20h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Dias de Greve, de Adirley Queirós, 24min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Ave Maria ou Mãe dos Sertanejos, de Camilo Cavalcante, 12min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- Quebradeiras, de Evaldo Mocarzel, 71min, SP&lt;br /&gt;19h e 21h30, Cinemark Pier 21&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Bailão, de Marcelo Caetano, 16min, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Água Viva, de Raul Maciel,14min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Perdão Mister Fiel, de Jorge Oliveira, 95min, DF&lt;br /&gt;20h, Praça do Centro Cultural Itapuã, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Cinema no Gama&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital&lt;br /&gt;20h30 e 23h30, Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Verdadeiro ou Falso, de Jimi Figueiredo, 14min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Recife Frio, de Kleber Mendonça Filho, 23min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- O Homem Mau Dorme Bem, de Geraldo Moraes, 90min, DF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;22 domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala A, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Encontro do Centro de Pesquisadores do Cinema Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;- Conferência de Preservação Cinematográfica – A Hora da Estrela: Suzana Amaral, diretora; José Dumont, ator. Marcélia Cartaxo, atriz e Myrna Brandão, coordenadora da restauração. E Homenagem a José Tavares de Barro: Carlos Augusto Brandão, pesquisador; crítico e diretor do CPCB, Solange Stecz, diretora do CPCB e coordenadora da Cinemateca de Curitiba e Heliana Barros, esposa do homenageado. Exibição de curtas de José Tavares de Barros&lt;br /&gt;10h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala B, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Debate com as equipes dos filmes da Mostra Brasília e da Mostra Competitiva 35mm exibidos no dia anterior no Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;11h, Hotel Nacional, Sala 1, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Seminário: Narrativas do curta-metragem, experiências de produção e circulação do filme curto&lt;br /&gt;mesa: Bernard Payen, coordenador da competição de curtas da semana da Crítica do Festival de Cannes; Damien Manivel, curta-metragista e Brigitte Veyne, adida audiovisual da Embaixada da França. Mediadores: Josiane Osório, diretora do Festival Internacional de Filmes Curtíssimos no Brasil; Pedro Anísio, cineasta; Marcus Ligocki, roteirista e produtor e Thiago Moysés, cineasta&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala A, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Roteiro em Questão IV, com os roteiristas Marcos Bernstein, Newton Cannito, Eduardo Benaim e Thiago Dottori.&lt;br /&gt;15h, Sala Martins Pena, Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, entrada franca&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva Digital e debate&lt;br /&gt;- Vladimir Palmeira - A História Sem Mitos, de Roberto Reis Stefanelli, 20min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Roteiro para Minha Morte, de Pablo Gonçalo, 15min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Inexorável, de Juliano Coacci Silva, 3min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Quase de Verdade, de Jimi Figueiredo, 13min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Cerol, de Bruno Mello Castanho, 17min30, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Dois Pra Lá, Dois Pra Cá, de Marcela Bertoletti, 19min , RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Ensaio de Cinema, de Allan Ribeiro, 16min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;15h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva Digital&lt;br /&gt;- De Muro a Muro, de Marina Watanabe e Rebeca Damian, 20min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Mas na Verdade uma História Só, de Francisco Craesmeyer, 12min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- O Canalha, de Latege Romro Filho e Rodrigo Luiz Martins, 13min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Os Pais, de Lello Kosby, 20min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Dois Mundos, de Thereza Jessouroun, 15min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Obra Prima, de Andréa Midori Simão e Thiago Faelli, 20min, SP&lt;br /&gt;16h30, Cine Brasília, entrada franca&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Senhoras, de Adriana Vasconcelos, 11min30, DF&lt;br /&gt;- A Descoberta do Mel, de Joana Limongi, 16min08, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Reconhecimento, de Ítalo Cajueiro, 12min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- O Galinha Preta, de Cibele Amaral, 95min, DF&lt;br /&gt;17h30, Saguão do Hotel Nacional, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Lançamento dos livros: Os Lençóis e os Sonhos, de Orlando Senna; Diário de Sintra – Ensaios em torno do filme de Paula Gaitán, de Rodrigo de Oliveira; Caminhos de poeira e estrelas, de Tony de Sousa; Acervo Alex Viany, idealizado por Betina Viany; Roberto Pires - Inventor de Cinema, de Aléxis Góis; O cinema e seus outros – organizado por Renato Cunha; Novos Monstros, de Newton Cannito e o DVD - O artesão de Sonhos, de Petrus Pires e Paulo Hermida&lt;br /&gt;18h e 20h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Verdadeiro ou Falso, de Jimi Figueiredo, 14min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Recife Frio, de Kleber Mendonça Filho, 23min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- O Homem Mau Dorme Bem, de Geraldo Moraes, 90min, DF&lt;br /&gt;19h e 21h30, Cinemark Pier 21&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Dias de Greve, de Adirley Queirós, 24min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Ave Maria ou Mãe dos Sertanejos, de Camilo Cavalcante, 12min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- Quebradeiras, de Evaldo Mocarzel, 71min, SP&lt;br /&gt;20h, Praça do Centro Cultural Itapuã, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Cinema no Gama&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital&lt;br /&gt;20h30 e 23h30, Cine Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Carreto, de Marilia Hughes e Claudio Marques, 12min, BA&lt;br /&gt;- A Noite por Testemunha, de Bruno Torres, 24min50, DF&lt;br /&gt;- É Proibido Fumar, de Anna Muylaert, 86min, SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;23 segunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10h, Cine Brasília, escolas agendadas&lt;br /&gt;Festivalzinho, Grilo Feliz e os Insetos Gigantes, de Rafael Ribas e Walbercy Ribas&lt;br /&gt;10h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho Ala B, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Debate com as equipes dos filmes da Mostra Brasília e da Mostra Competitiva 35mm exibidos no dia anterior no Cine Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Sala 1, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Mesa-redonda: Os letreiros de cinema - Design, tipografia e ação!&lt;br /&gt;Luiz Fernando Las-Casas, coordenador, UnB, DF; Marcelo Pallotta, designer gráfico, Moovie, SP; Isabela Aragão, professora e designer, UFPE, Recife; e Buraco-de-Bala, Design Gráfico Audiovisual, DF&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala A, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Roteiro em Questão IV, com os roteiristas Marcos Bernstein, Newton Cannito, Eduardo Benaim e Thiago Dottori&lt;br /&gt;15h, Sala Martins Pena, Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro, entrada franca.&lt;br /&gt;- Mostra Brasília Digital e debate&lt;br /&gt;- Macumba, de Fábio Rafael de Paiva, 20min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- O general Uchôa e os Discos Voadores, de Patrícia Saldanha, 19min39, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Jardim Japonês, de Érico Cazarré, 4min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- No Ano de 2009 Decibéis, de Dryka de Souza e Anils Marthyns, 9min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- O Homem Torre, de Rafael Dominici, 12min51, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Rock Solidário é Rock Mesmo - O Filme, de Rogério Aguas, 12min , DF&lt;br /&gt;- Rodoviária do Plano Piloto, de Lorena de Sá, 5min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Reticências, de Jackson Villela, 15min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- A Casa de Lairson, de Jorge Martins Rodrigues, 20min , DF&lt;br /&gt;15h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva Digital&lt;br /&gt;- Vladimir Palmeira - A História Sem Mitos, de Roberto Reis Stefanelli, 20min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Roteiro para Minha Morte, de Pablo Gonçalo, 15min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Inexorável, de Juliano Coacci Silva, 3min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Quase de Verdade, de Jimi Figueiredo, 13min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Cerol, de Bruno Mello Castanho, 17min30, SP&lt;br /&gt;- Dois Pra Lá, Dois Pra Cá, de Marcela Bertoletti, 19min , RJ&lt;br /&gt;- Ensaio de Cinema, de Allan Ribeiro, 16min, RJ&lt;br /&gt;18h e 20h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Carreto, de Marilia Hughes e Claudio Marques, 12min, BA&lt;br /&gt;- A Noite por Testemunha, de Bruno Torres, 24min50, DF&lt;br /&gt;- É Proibido Fumar, de Anna Muylaert, 86min, SP&lt;br /&gt;18h30, Estações do Metrô: Central, 108 Sul, Taguatinga e Ceilândia, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Petrobras Revelando os Brasis&lt;br /&gt;- Edilamar, deIvy Goulart, SC&lt;br /&gt;- O Bilhete, deLetícia Tonon, SP&lt;br /&gt;- O Grande Balé de Damiana, deJoão Loureiro Jr., PA&lt;br /&gt;- A Dois Passos do Paraíso, deAlan Russel, TO&lt;br /&gt;19h e 21h30, Cinemark Pier 21&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Verdadeiro ou Falso, de Jimi Figueiredo, 14min, DF&lt;br /&gt;- Recife Frio, de Kleber Mendonça Filho, 23min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- O Homem Mau Dorme Bem, de Geraldo Moraes, 90min, DF&lt;br /&gt;20h, Teatro dos Bancários (314/15 sul), entrada franca&lt;br /&gt;Cozinheiro do Tempo - Bené Fonteles, de André Luiz Oliveira, Documentário, 56min, 2009&lt;br /&gt;20h, Praça do Centro Cultural Itapuã, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Cinema no Gama&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital&lt;br /&gt;20h30 e 23h30, Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Azul, de Eric Laurence, 19min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- Faço de Mim o Que Quero, de Sérgio Oliveira e Petrônio de Lorena, 20min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- A Falta que me Faz, de Marília Rocha, 80min, MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;24 terça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;10h, Cine Brasília, escolas agendadas&lt;br /&gt;- Festivalzinho, Grilo Feliz e os Insetos Gigantes, de Rafael Ribas e Walbercy Ribas&lt;br /&gt;11h, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala B, acesso livre Debate com as equipes dos filmes da Mostra Competitiva 35mm exibidos na noite anterior no Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;14h30, Hotel Nacional, Salão Vermelho, Ala A, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;- Roteiro em Questão IV, com os roteiristas Marcos Bernstein, Newton Cannito, Eduardo Benaim e Thiago Dottori&lt;br /&gt;15h30, 18h e 20h30, CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Azul, de Eric Laurence, 19min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- Faço de Mim o Que Quero, de Sérgio Oliveira e Petrônio de Lorena, 20min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- A Falta que me Faz, de Marília Rocha, 80min, MG&lt;br /&gt;18h, Saguão do Hotel Nacional, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Anúncio da restauração do filme Dragão da Maldade, de Glauber Rocha&lt;br /&gt;18h30, Estações do Metrô: Central, 108 Sul, Taguatinga e Ceilândia, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Petrobras Revelando os Brasis&lt;br /&gt;- Manã Bai, deZezinho Yube, AC&lt;br /&gt;- Bate Paus, deJorge Kuster Jacob, ES&lt;br /&gt;- De Tempos em Tempos, deAna Johann, PR&lt;br /&gt;- A Encomenda do Bicho Medonho, deAndré da Costa Pinto, PB&lt;br /&gt;19h e 21h30, Cinemark Pier 21&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Carreto, de Marilia Hughes e Claudio Marques, 12min, BA&lt;br /&gt;- A Noite por Testemunha, de Bruno Torres, 24min50, DF&lt;br /&gt;- É Proibido Fumar, de Anna Muylaert, 86min, SP&lt;br /&gt;20h, Praça do Centro Cultural Itapuã, acesso livre&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Cinema no Gama&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Brasília Digital&lt;br /&gt;20h, Cine Brasília, para convidados&lt;br /&gt;Solenidade de premiação com exibição do curta Brasília, Capital do Século, de Gerson Tavares e do longa Brasília a Última Utopia, dePedro Anísio, Geraldo Moraes, Vladimir Carvalho, Pedro Jorge de Castro, Moacir de Oliveira, Roberto Pires. Entrega dos troféus e prêmios, com a presença de diretores, produtores, técnicos e atores e realizadores em geral dos filmes premiados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;25 quarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19h e 21h30, Cinemark Pier 21&lt;br /&gt;Mostra Competitiva 35mm&lt;br /&gt;- Azul, de Eric Laurence, 19min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- Faço de Mim o Que Quero, de Sérgio Oliveira e Petrônio de Lorena, 20min, PE&lt;br /&gt;- A Falta que me Faz, de Marília Rocha, 80min, MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endereços do Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival de Brasília do Cinema Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;Secretaria de Estado de Cultura do DF&lt;br /&gt;SCN, Via N2, Anexo do Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro&lt;br /&gt;270041-905 Brasília – DF - 61 - 3325 7777/ 3325 6212&lt;br /&gt;festbrasilia@sc.df.gov.br e cinema@sc.df.gov.br&lt;br /&gt;Cine Brasília&lt;br /&gt;EQS 106/107 - 61 - 3244 1660&lt;br /&gt;Teatro Nacional Claudio Santoro&lt;br /&gt;Setor Cultural Norte, Via N2 - 61 - 3325 6239 e 3325 6240&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Nacional&lt;br /&gt;SHS - Quadra 1, Bloco A - 61- 3321 7575&lt;br /&gt;CCBB - Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;SCES Trecho 2 Lote 22 - 61 - 3310 7081&lt;br /&gt;Cinemark do Pier 21&lt;br /&gt;Pier 21, SCE/s, Trecho 2, Conjunto 32 e 33  - 61 - 3223 7506 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acesse www.sc.df.gov.br e www.festbrasilia.com.br&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7352342086152540736?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7352342086152540736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7352342086152540736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7352342086152540736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7352342086152540736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/11/42o-festival-de-cinema-de-brasilia.html' title='42o. FESTIVAL DE CINEMA DE BRASÍLIA'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8334108010970651714</id><published>2009-11-15T23:24:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:59.068-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assim Pedro Bial'/><title type='text'>Bom Ruim Assim Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SwC348dZXrI/AAAAAAAABW0/EfvwSaAfiww/s1600-h/(www.imotion.com.br)+6642tulipa1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404521741774577330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SwC348dZXrI/AAAAAAAABW0/EfvwSaAfiww/s400/(www.imotion.com.br)+6642tulipa1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SwC24wLJ_7I/AAAAAAAABWs/M4f8NZB2UUQ/s1600-h/100_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bom Ruim Assim Assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pedro Bial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber de uma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode ser bom, ruim e principalmente assim assim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao mesmo tempo ou não, e não necessariamente nessa ordem&lt;br /&gt;Bom é chegar na praia à tardinha, anuncio de por de Sol,&lt;br /&gt;a água de ondas mansinhas&lt;br /&gt;Jogar bola na espuma e sob o céu encaixa como se fora Tafaréu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom também quando começa a chover&lt;br /&gt;E as gotas fazem cócegas na superfície do mar&lt;br /&gt;Como se um cardume infinito prometesse matar a fome&lt;br /&gt;De todo o Vidigal, Rocinha, Cidade de Deus e Vigário Geral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruim é lembrar daquele amigo que de prancha na mão&lt;br /&gt;Morreu de um beijo roubado de um raio, da lembrança a correria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo… o medo… medo é bom, ruim é o medo de ter medo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom voltar trocar chuva por chopp e passar atrás da pelada&lt;br /&gt;A bola vai pra fora e como na crônica de Rubem Braga sobra pra você&lt;br /&gt;Que mata no peito faz embaixadinha e devolve redondo… num chute perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Ruim é a fisgada na coxa sair mancando disfarçadamente…&lt;br /&gt;A vergonha de ta decadente não é ruim, ruim é o orgulho que se&lt;br /&gt;nega a reconhecer a decadência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom a cidade estranha em que você nunca esteve e sabe que nunca mais vai voltar&lt;br /&gt;E nesse lugar você tem uma obrigação sem graça que cumpre com estilo e precisão&lt;br /&gt;Traçando um dia perfeito no arco do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cai a noite é bom tomar um banho e sob o chuveiro é bom sentir saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Ruim é não ter saudade, e como é bom sair sem direção pelas ruas da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Pensando no que você fez da sua vida e no que a vida fez em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom é sonhar, realizar não é tão bom, mas ruim mesmo é não realizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim de um grande amor é muito, muito ruim, um grande amor não tem fim!&lt;br /&gt;Bom é amar, ruim é amar… Bom é encarar a vida com fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando um poeta desaparece é bom colocar chapéu de Bogar que&lt;br /&gt;tudo pode solucionar…&lt;br /&gt;Ruim é encontrar o precipício, morrer não deve ser tão ruim assim…&lt;br /&gt;E pode ser bom falar sobre bom e ruim, e pode ser pior assim assim … bom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-8334108010970651714?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/8334108010970651714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=8334108010970651714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8334108010970651714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8334108010970651714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Bom Ruim Assim Assim'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SwC348dZXrI/AAAAAAAABW0/EfvwSaAfiww/s72-c/(www.imotion.com.br)+6642tulipa1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7613525533551859931</id><published>2009-11-11T22:25:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:28:10.085-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3,4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Svt-YQ15i_I/AAAAAAAABWk/DoM3ozwvDVI/s1600-h/linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403051133264038898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Svt-YQ15i_I/AAAAAAAABWk/DoM3ozwvDVI/s400/linda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (essa foto recebi do Acrísio por email para combinar com meus sapatos... =) Obrigada!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Svt-YW1JF7I/AAAAAAAABWc/FkI3Ez7hq0Y/s1600-h/linda+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Svt-BwKKEpI/AAAAAAAABWU/lPQxD3mvSgg/s1600-h/GALETERIA+30+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050746533515922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Svt-BwKKEpI/AAAAAAAABWU/lPQxD3mvSgg/s400/GALETERIA+30+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mírian Machado por Acrísio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIAS MELHORES... Mais sorrisos compartilhados. Mais &lt;em&gt;cosquinhas&lt;/em&gt; divididas... Mais bons-dias ao acaso... Mais atenção à palavra ouvida... Mais ‘me desculpe’, ‘te desculpo’, ‘me perdoe’, ‘te perdôo’... mais aulas assistidas.. mais fluência no italiano... mais poupança para as férias... mais beijo na boca... no queixo... na orelha... no umbigo... mais pacientes... mais processos concluídos... mais preparo...mais preparo...mais preparo... Ah, menos tempo perdido no trânsito, mais planejamento de itinerário... mais viagens, menos peso, mais espelho... mais poesia, menos oratória... mais massagens, menos espera...menos espera...menos espera... Mais gratidão... Mais perdão... menos esmola, esmola emocional, recebida e oferecida... Mais cama arrumada, menos cobrança... mais sonho, mais ação... mais choro, mais coração... menos lágrima retida, mais lágrima escorrida... menos dor, mais aula... menos espera...menos espera...menos espera... mais ação...mais ação...mais ação... EU, você, ela, elas, nós e um saco de sal! Perdoe-me, já comecei. Não sei chegar a você, a porta está fechada. A chave? Tudo bem, vou procurar mais um pouco. Okay, achei!!! Cheguei!!! Sorrio. Sorria! É noite, é o dia!!! Escolho... Ando. PARO. PENSO. AJO. Obrigada Pai amado, Pai eterno, fulano, sicrano... VOCÊ... Obrigada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mírian Machado. 07/11/2009.&lt;br /&gt;(Luya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1,2,3,4....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7613525533551859931?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7613525533551859931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7613525533551859931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7613525533551859931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7613525533551859931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/11/dias-melhores.html' title='1,2,3,4...'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Svt-YQ15i_I/AAAAAAAABWk/DoM3ozwvDVI/s72-c/linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2305646759991547801</id><published>2009-11-01T01:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:38:05.932-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quem tem um amigo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que um só,&lt;br /&gt;não importa onde se encontre,&lt;br /&gt;jamais sofrerá de solidão;&lt;br /&gt;poderá morrer de saudades,&lt;br /&gt;mas não estará só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amir Klink&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/8988326528185610766-2305646759991547801?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/2305646759991547801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=2305646759991547801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2305646759991547801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2305646759991547801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/11/quem-tem-um-amigo-mesmo-que-um-so-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-226507566077337290</id><published>2009-10-25T20:04:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:42:22.128-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BENEFÍCIOS DE UM ABRAÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SuTLyWsg6BI/AAAAAAAABVM/ppCXHZjGqwY/s1600-h/2382780371_3a5f11e7b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396662319442880530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SuTLyWsg6BI/AAAAAAAABVM/ppCXHZjGqwY/s400/2382780371_3a5f11e7b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um abraço quente&lt;br /&gt;alegra&lt;br /&gt;e não leva o bom da vida&lt;br /&gt;nem o mistério&lt;br /&gt;do amor solto no ar&lt;br /&gt;que é um balão&lt;br /&gt;imenso&lt;br /&gt;para&lt;br /&gt;soltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDoretto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-226507566077337290?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/226507566077337290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=226507566077337290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/226507566077337290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/226507566077337290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/10/beneficios-de-um-abraco.html' title='BENEFÍCIOS DE UM ABRAÇO'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SuTLyWsg6BI/AAAAAAAABVM/ppCXHZjGqwY/s72-c/2382780371_3a5f11e7b5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-9134086775447629090</id><published>2009-10-18T21:24:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:31:31.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StusAu0IhkI/AAAAAAAABU8/guZDJCm4F88/s1600-h/Fotos+importadas+00027+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394094107272971842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StusAu0IhkI/AAAAAAAABU8/guZDJCm4F88/s400/Fotos+importadas+00027+a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; luya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um romance é breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o vento leva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bolhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se paga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não se deve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É gratuito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neusa Doretto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-9134086775447629090?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/9134086775447629090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=9134086775447629090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/9134086775447629090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/9134086775447629090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-romance-e-breve-leve-e-o-vento-leva.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StusAu0IhkI/AAAAAAAABU8/guZDJCm4F88/s72-c/Fotos+importadas+00027+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7305592558151329292</id><published>2009-10-12T01:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:47:02.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>20.000 acessos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;" Os ventos que αs vezes tirαm αlgo que αmαmos, &lt;br /&gt;são os mesmos que trαzem αlgo que αprendemos α αmαr. &lt;br /&gt;Por isso não devemos chorαr pelo que nos foi tirαdo e sim, &lt;br /&gt;prender α αmαr o que nos foi dαdo. &lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo αquilo que é reαlmente nosso, &lt;br /&gt;nuncα se vαi pαrα sempre! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Bob Marley )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StKzVQfFNzI/AAAAAAAABUY/Nvs9WUm7qPY/s1600-h/byinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StKzVQfFNzI/AAAAAAAABUY/Nvs9WUm7qPY/s400/byinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391568881699862322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StKzU9fi_AI/AAAAAAAABUQ/j2QtV9DJ3Cg/s1600-h/hhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StKzU9fi_AI/AAAAAAAABUQ/j2QtV9DJ3Cg/s400/hhh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391568876601539586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StKzUYhxrdI/AAAAAAAABUI/gj75q9280SI/s1600-h/100_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StKzUYhxrdI/AAAAAAAABUI/gj75q9280SI/s400/100_0535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391568866678779346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7305592558151329292?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7305592558151329292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7305592558151329292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7305592558151329292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7305592558151329292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-ventos-que-s-vezes-tirm-lgo-que-mmos.html' title='20.000 acessos'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/StKzVQfFNzI/AAAAAAAABUY/Nvs9WUm7qPY/s72-c/byinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-1420911084165207104</id><published>2009-10-04T22:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:48:40.437-03:00</updated><title type='text'>arte de uma criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SslczJ-gTSI/AAAAAAAABUA/WIPkCrCnk14/s1600-h/100_0541+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sqx7FvyHbwI/AAAAAAAABSo/d98I3gn5buQ/s200/2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou feita de sonhos interrompidos, detalhes despercebidos, amores mal resolvidos.&lt;/span&gt; Sou feita de choros sem ter razão, pessoas no coração, atos por impulsão.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Sinto falta de lugares que não conheci, experiências que não vivi, momentos que já esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Eu sou amor e carinho constante distraída até o bastante, não paro por instante. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Já tive noites mal dormidas, perdi pessoas muito queridas, cumpri coisas não-prometidas&lt;/span&gt;. Muitas vezes eu desisti sem mesmo tentar, pensei em fugir, para não enfrentar, sorri para não chorar.&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Eu sinto pelas coisas que não mudei, amizades que não cultivei, aqueles que eu julguei, coisas que eu falei&lt;/span&gt;. Tenho saudade, de pessoas que fui conhecendo, lembranças que fui esquecendo, amigos que acabei perdendo, mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sqx-wxlE7bI/AAAAAAAABTI/7oQQnqxPGC4/s1600-h/100_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380815031208570290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sqx-wxlE7bI/AAAAAAAABTI/7oQQnqxPGC4/s200/100_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sqx7GFloyJI/AAAAAAAABSw/N_HcqgZLOwc/s1600-h/100_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"_Entediante ter de explicar, sempre, tudo novamente; sabe, explicar aquelas coisas que se fala nas entrelinhas... explicações que se tornariam desnecessárias se uns ouvissem, ou melhor, sentissem aos outros..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luya Machado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380814420465709074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sqx-NOYocBI/AAAAAAAABTA/Ux3X9eJCDbY/s400/FLOR+CASTOR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sqx7FcvaZRI/AAAAAAAABSg/rZE8UwGsET8/s1600-h/FLOR+CASTOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-5181369749834878479?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5181369749834878479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5181369749834878479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5181369749834878479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5181369749834878479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-sou-feita-de-sonhos-interrompidos.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sqx7FvyHbwI/AAAAAAAABSo/d98I3gn5buQ/s72-c/2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-5084501212234051726</id><published>2009-09-11T01:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:37:40.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desvirando abóbora recomeçar'/><title type='text'>DESVIRANDO ABÓBORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SqnQuDdzniI/AAAAAAAABSY/QFgfMIEca9Q/s1600-h/2165452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380060719493652002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SqnQuDdzniI/AAAAAAAABSY/QFgfMIEca9Q/s400/2165452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)A vida tem sons&lt;br /&gt;Que prá gente ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Precisa aprender&lt;br /&gt;A começar de novo&lt;br /&gt;É como tocar&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo violão&lt;br /&gt;E nele compor&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova canção...&lt;br /&gt;Que fale de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que faça chorar&lt;br /&gt;Que toque mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Esse meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Coração!&lt;br /&gt;Se apronta prá recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Coração!&lt;br /&gt;Esquece esse medo&lt;br /&gt;De amar de novo(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a vida É um mantra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;só entende quem não teme repetir quantas vezes forem necessárias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O recomeço... é contínuo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(por mais ambíguo que possa parecer a 'primeira vista') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;é muito legal receber as energias, os comentários, essa interação me motiva, me resgata... OBRIGADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;LUYA&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/8988326528185610766-5084501212234051726?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5084501212234051726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5084501212234051726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5084501212234051726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5084501212234051726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/09/desvirando-abobora.html' title='DESVIRANDO ABÓBORA'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SqnQuDdzniI/AAAAAAAABSY/QFgfMIEca9Q/s72-c/2165452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2436158688879277404</id><published>2009-09-06T01:47:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:16:55.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UPLOAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SqM_MuFM1AI/AAAAAAAABRY/89RcjcZvHC4/s1600-h/boca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378211867771327490" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sn0ca9obwZI/AAAAAAAABPk/F3mpEW6TRYY/s400/KKBVERWSDF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7764133432939797653?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7764133432939797653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7764133432939797653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7764133432939797653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7764133432939797653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/08/anda-enquanto-o-dia-acorda-gente-ama-to.html' title='PALAVRAS DE UM FUTURO BOM!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sn0cagYqO5I/AAAAAAAABPc/5GG8tBLaVGE/s72-c/1182188009_overlua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-4085114637642899968</id><published>2009-08-06T00:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:27:00.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpSoCif11I/AAAAAAAABOs/15U8OKpWMkA/s1600-h/betelgeuse_eso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692753795176274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpSoCif11I/AAAAAAAABOs/15U8OKpWMkA/s400/betelgeuse_eso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Entra na minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Como Zaqueu quero subir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O mais alto que eu puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só pra te ver, olhar para Ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E chamar Tua atenção para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu preciso de Ti Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu preciso de Ti ó Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou pequeno demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me dá a Tua paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu desejo Te servir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Entra na minha casa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;entra na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mexe com minha estrutura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sara todas as feridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me ensina a ter Santidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero amar somente a Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O senhor é meu bem maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;faz o milagre em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693744405409714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpThs2Yb7I/AAAAAAAABO0/Xy0t2GMuZE8/s400/entra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-4085114637642899968?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/4085114637642899968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=4085114637642899968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4085114637642899968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4085114637642899968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/08/entra-na-minha-casa-como-zaqueu-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpSoCif11I/AAAAAAAABOs/15U8OKpWMkA/s72-c/betelgeuse_eso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8259021081139378915</id><published>2009-08-06T00:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:40:45.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Danças Comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpP6prbkkI/AAAAAAAABOc/PNJYIV1TlNk/s1600-h/nana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366689775004389954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpP6prbkkI/AAAAAAAABOc/PNJYIV1TlNk/s400/nana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpP6JRdcZI/AAAAAAAABOU/82JftIewSiQ/s1600-h/casal+dan%C3%A7ando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366689766305526162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpP6JRdcZI/AAAAAAAABOU/82JftIewSiQ/s400/casal+dan%C3%A7ando.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero, sentada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ouço dentro de mim uma música que toca incessantemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inspiro fundo. Custa-me a respirar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A música é cada vez mais forte, e nesse momento sinto um sorriso a rasgar-me a cara, e não consigo evitar que o meu corpo seja contagiado pelo ritmo envolvente que ouço... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto uma mão que me puxa, um braço que me envolve e juntos, os nosso corpos começam um jogo de sedução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Passo a passo vamos criando laços que nos envolvem, e sem darmos conta a nossa respiração é uma só... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu corpo e o teu são um só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Consigo sentir o teu bater de coração, a respiração torna-se ofegante e tudo à volta desaparece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voamos por minutos, instantes que passam velozmente sem deixar perceber se foi realidade ou se de um sonho se tratava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instantes que deixam um sorriso nos lábios e vontade de mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero voar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vamos voar?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voa comigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deixa os nossos corpos envolverem-se novamente no doce enlevo de uma mazurka... sente o meu coração num ritmo acelerado... fecha os olhos, sente os nossos corpos colados, esquece toda a gente na sala e voa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danças comigo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fonte:&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/ru79zG4"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/ru79zG4&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366689759694850482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpP5wpWibI/AAAAAAAABOM/w-0ZX9OyRBY/s400/ballroom%252032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366689778676182066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpP63W2rDI/AAAAAAAABOk/SAbZIzv09pk/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-8259021081139378915?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/8259021081139378915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=8259021081139378915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8259021081139378915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/8259021081139378915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/08/dancas-comigo.html' title='Danças Comigo'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SnpP6prbkkI/AAAAAAAABOc/PNJYIV1TlNk/s72-c/nana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2204331726978270133</id><published>2009-07-28T23:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:19:31.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sm-wqzq7wrI/AAAAAAAABN8/95mrXgQkxyE/s1600-h/auroracorona_kenwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363699930692829874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sm-wqzq7wrI/AAAAAAAABN8/95mrXgQkxyE/s400/auroracorona_kenwell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sm-wqqbyG2I/AAAAAAAABN0/Gj_lLGq4pC4/s1600-h/abcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não sei se é um dever sacrificar a felicidade e a vida pela verdade... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sei que é um dever, quando se quer ensinar a verdade, ensiná-la toda, ou então de jeito nenhum; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ensiná-la claramente e sem rodeios, sem mistérios, sem reservas, sem desconfiar de sua força e da sua utilidade... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois quanto mais grosseiro o erro, tanto mais curto e direto o caminho que conduz à verdade; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em contrapartida, o erro refinado pode manter-nos eternamente afastados da verdade, tão difícil nos é reconhecê-lo como erro... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele que só pensa em vender a verdade sob toda espécie de máscaras e artifícios bem poderia ser seu rufião, nunca seu amante."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LESSING, bibliotecário em Wolfenbüttel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(citado por Rosa Luxemburgo, num discurso no Congresso de Fundação do Partido Comunista Alemão, realizado entre 30 de dezembro de 1918 e 1o de janeiro de 1919.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu só posso estar na vida do outro para fazer o bem, para acrescentar, caso contrário , sou perfeitamente dispensável."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O egoísmo não consiste em vivermos conforme os nossos desejos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sim em exigirmos que os outros vivam da mesma forma que nós gostaríamos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O altruísmo em deixarmos todo mundo viver do jeito que quiser...“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oscar Wilde)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363699936641449298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sm-wrJ1MfVI/AAAAAAAABOE/WyA8H-hI114/s400/janeiro+2009+098.jpg" border="0" /&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/8988326528185610766-2204331726978270133?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/2204331726978270133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=2204331726978270133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2204331726978270133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2204331726978270133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-sei-se-e-um-dever-sacrificar.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sm-wqzq7wrI/AAAAAAAABN8/95mrXgQkxyE/s72-c/auroracorona_kenwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7780807996388523461</id><published>2009-07-20T00:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:40:35.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&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/8988326528185610766-7780807996388523461?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7780807996388523461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7780807996388523461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7780807996388523461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7780807996388523461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6592818903422213376</id><published>2009-07-14T00:40:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:04:29.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida tem sons que p'rá gente ouvir, precisa aprender a começar de novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Slv_XOmpdVI/AAAAAAAABNk/5Ty8kTnllWs/s1600-h/M%C3%AD+Caldas+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156956209608018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Slv_XOmpdVI/AAAAAAAABNk/5Ty8kTnllWs/s400/M%C3%AD+Caldas+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Slv_WzGlDiI/AAAAAAAABNc/JADRBe9PFoI/s1600-h/coraco186%2BDOIS%2BCORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2595ES%2BVERMELHOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156948827344418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Slv_WzGlDiI/AAAAAAAABNc/JADRBe9PFoI/s400/coraco186%2BDOIS%2BCORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2595ES%2BVERMELHOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo, meio e fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Roupa Nova)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida tem sons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que prá gente ouvir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precisa entender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que um amor de verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É feito canção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualquer coisa assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tem seu começo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu meio e seu fim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida tem sons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que prá gente ouvir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precisa aprender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A começar de novo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É como tocar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mesmo violão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nele compor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma nova canção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que fale de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que faça chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que toque mais forte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse meu coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Coração!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se apronta prá recomeçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Coração!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esquece esse mêdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De amar de novo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156958829757170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Slv_XYXVwvI/AAAAAAAABNs/OaefmcGb-4Q/s400/gotica082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SaWTDDlmyKI/AAAAAAAABFk/THdl_f4208k/s1600-h/2q30i76.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ora (direis) ouvir estrelas! Certo&lt;br /&gt;Perdeste o senso”! E eu vos direi, no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;Que, para ouvi-las, muita vez desperto&lt;br /&gt;E abro as janelas, pálido de espanto…&lt;br /&gt;E conversamos toda a noite, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;A via láctea, como um pálio aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Cintila. E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,&lt;br /&gt;Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Direis agora! “Tresloucado amigo!&lt;br /&gt;Que conversas com elas? Que sentido&lt;br /&gt;Tem o que dizem, quando estão contigo?”&lt;br /&gt;E eu vos direi: &lt;em&gt;“Amai para entendê-las:&lt;br /&gt;Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de ouvir e de entender estrelas”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Olavo Bilac&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156943975754226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Slv_WhB3qfI/AAAAAAAABNU/swdJWA4gFYg/s400/31044.jpg" border="0" /&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/8988326528185610766-6592818903422213376?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6592818903422213376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Perdido seja para nós &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquele dia em que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;não s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;e dançou nem uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt; vez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6387770399866066666?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6387770399866066666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6387770399866066666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6387770399866066666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6387770399866066666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/07/perdido-seja-para-nos-aquele-dia-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2330658589729671316</id><published>2009-06-20T01:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:50:40.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SjxoKw-hnHI/AAAAAAAABNM/c5LOW9Y_SyY/s1600-h/belo.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349264991564438642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SjxoKw-hnHI/AAAAAAAABNM/c5LOW9Y_SyY/s400/belo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Falando sério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É bem melhor você parar com essas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;de olhar pra mim com olhos de promessas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;depois sorrir, como quem nada quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você não sabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;mais é que eu tenho cicatrizes que a vida fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;e tenho medo de fazer planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;de tentar e sofrer outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Falando sério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;eu não queria ter você por um programa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;e apenas ser mais uma em sua cama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;por uma noite apenas nada mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Falando sério..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;entre nos dois tinha de haver mais sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;não quero seu amor por um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;e ter a vida inteira pra me arrepender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/8988326528185610766-2330658589729671316?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/2330658589729671316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=2330658589729671316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2330658589729671316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/2330658589729671316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SjxoKw-hnHI/AAAAAAAABNM/c5LOW9Y_SyY/s72-c/belo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-5763804832393697353</id><published>2009-06-07T16:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:44:10.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei rimar romã com travesseiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sixqy7JtQDI/AAAAAAAABNE/w0mNkr-yHp0/s1600-h/100_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344764280886345778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sixqy7JtQDI/AAAAAAAABNE/w0mNkr-yHp0/s400/100_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Céu perfeito de Brasília - pôr-do-sol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto by MaLu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se fiquei esperando meu amor passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já me basta que então, eu não sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amar e me via perdido e vivendo em erro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem querer me machucar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por culpa do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas você e eu podemos namorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E era simples: ficamos fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando se aprende a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mundo passa a ser seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando se aprende a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mundo passa a ser seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei rimar romã com travesseiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero a minha nação soberana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com espaço, nobreza e descanso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se fiquei esperando meu amor passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já me basta que estava então longe de sereno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E fiquei tanto tempo duvidando de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por fazer amor fazer sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Começo a ficar livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero. Acho que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De olhos fechados não me vejo e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você sorriu pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Cordeiro de Deus que tirai os pecados do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tende piedade de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cordeiro de Deus que tirai os pecados do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tende piedade de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cordeiro de Deus que tirai os pecados do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dai-nos a paz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se Fiquei Esperando Meu Amor Passar&lt;br /&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Dado Villa-Lobos/Renato Russo/Marcelo Bonfá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344764274768474802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SixqykXF8rI/AAAAAAAABM8/n-_vPwmNVkk/s400/100_1113a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(vaquinha perfeita do pijama perfeito da Byinha - foto by Luya Designer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-5763804832393697353?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5763804832393697353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5763804832393697353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5763804832393697353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5763804832393697353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/06/sei-rimar-roma-com-travesseiro.html' title='Sei rimar romã com travesseiro'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sixqy7JtQDI/AAAAAAAABNE/w0mNkr-yHp0/s72-c/100_1037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6924362340239535079</id><published>2009-05-29T22:02:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:24:35.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma escrita em papel pardo de saco de pão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;original da autora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Eita,esse tá bom? 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3330199730253464960</id><published>2009-05-23T22:30:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:36:20.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas e sacos de pão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFHQhCbI/AAAAAAAABLs/ZmkH2_4yUwg/s1600-h/saco+de+p%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339202164048857522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFHQhCbI/AAAAAAAABLs/ZmkH2_4yUwg/s320/saco+de+p%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;escritos em papel pardo de saco de pão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surgidos sem aviso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqueles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de vida própria!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Luya Machado)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFucOHfI/AAAAAAAABMM/jarlVibSajQ/s1600-h/ouvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339202174566931954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFucOHfI/AAAAAAAABMM/jarlVibSajQ/s320/ouvido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFpg9NVI/AAAAAAAABME/f_9mJsIlAAA/s1600-h/untitleddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339202173244618066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFpg9NVI/AAAAAAAABME/f_9mJsIlAAA/s320/untitleddd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFpg9NVI/AAAAAAAABME/f_9mJsIlAAA/s1600-h/untitleddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFucOHfI/AAAAAAAABMM/jarlVibSajQ/s1600-h/ouvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFucOHfI/AAAAAAAABMM/jarlVibSajQ/s1600-h/ouvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abro o sentimento e faço um poema. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela quer todos os meus poemas sussurrados ao seu ouvido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, então, faço voz bonita e declamo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela sonha, imagina e quer mais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora, uma história. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu conto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela gosta, fica encantada, com os olhos brilhando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois fica triste porque acabou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembro de outra história. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um conto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela ouve, nem respira, e solta risos curtos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo contando. Ela fecha os olhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela entra na história. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu perco controle: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela entra em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NDoretto)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShiohZ4wT7I/AAAAAAAABMU/r0v2f7IxSZ0/s1600-h/Jurgen%2BKirchhoff,_.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339202650085806002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShiohZ4wT7I/AAAAAAAABMU/r0v2f7IxSZ0/s320/Jurgen%2BKirchhoff,_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFEZoJNI/AAAAAAAABL0/jjhuEUyekmA/s1600-h/POEMASVALENTIMCASAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-3330199730253464960?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3330199730253464960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3330199730253464960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3330199730253464960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3330199730253464960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/05/poemas-e-sacos-de-pao.html' title='Poemas e sacos de pão'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShioFHQhCbI/AAAAAAAABLs/ZmkH2_4yUwg/s72-c/saco+de+p%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-9095745602678202279</id><published>2009-05-23T00:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:45:37.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça a sua frase... Divertido!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShdvuYokq7I/AAAAAAAABLk/jfzyc_Ymnhk/s1600-h/frase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338858725948304306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShdvuYokq7I/AAAAAAAABLk/jfzyc_Ymnhk/s320/frase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divida sua frase conosco... escreva-a nos comentários...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bjkks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mí&lt;/strong&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/8988326528185610766-9095745602678202279?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/9095745602678202279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=9095745602678202279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/9095745602678202279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/9095745602678202279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/05/faca-sua-frase-divertido.html' title='Faça a sua frase... Divertido!!!!!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShdvuYokq7I/AAAAAAAABLk/jfzyc_Ymnhk/s72-c/frase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6613397005273098649</id><published>2009-05-17T18:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:07:47.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANDO O AMOR CHEGAR... QUERO ME VESTIR DE PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShCIWJn4wuI/AAAAAAAABLU/AWYUww0P90Q/s1600-h/Wilde-tulipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336915472555754210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShCIWJn4wuI/AAAAAAAABLU/AWYUww0P90Q/s320/Wilde-tulipas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUANDO A AMOR CHEGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUANDO O AMOR CHEGAR...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUERO ME VESTIR DE PRIMAVERA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAZER DO TEU SORRISO MINHA QUIMERA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FICAR MAIS MADURA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E SENTIR QUE REALMENTE ESTOU SENDO AMADA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUERO COMPARTILHAR TEUS SONHOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E PORQUE NÃO, DEVANEIOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUERO ESTAR LIVRE DAS TRAMOIAS DO CIUME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E DE ALMA, UMA GOTA SERENA RESPIRAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUERO APENAS LEVITAR DE UMA PAIXÃO ARDENTE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DE UM BEIJO QUENTE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DE UMA FORMA GOSTOSA E PLENA ME ENTREGAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARA SER REALMENTE TÃO FELIZ NO AMOR...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MÁRCIA ALVARENGA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hendersonmarcia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hendersonmarcia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6613397005273098649?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6613397005273098649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6613397005273098649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6613397005273098649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6613397005273098649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-o-amor-chegar-quero-me-vestir-de.html' title='QUANDO O AMOR CHEGAR... QUERO ME VESTIR DE PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ShCIWJn4wuI/AAAAAAAABLU/AWYUww0P90Q/s72-c/Wilde-tulipas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3440473568238517851</id><published>2009-05-11T01:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:30:03.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde que você não seja mais velho que Oscar Niemeyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SgeoIxWkXUI/AAAAAAAABLM/KnyvAVjLq74/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417152284056898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SgeoIxWkXUI/AAAAAAAABLM/KnyvAVjLq74/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UM ACHADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetarei.com.br/100anos/index.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://www.planetarei.com.br/100anos/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É só escolher o ano e checar quais músicas faziam sucesso no ano em que você nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(também conhecido como 'naquela época'  rsrsrsrs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E dá pra ouvir algumas músicas no Youtube &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(desde que vc não seja mais velho que o Oscar Niemeyer). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fala-se tanto da necessidade de deixar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"um planeta melhor para os nossos filhos",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;e esquece-se da urgência de deixarmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"filhos melhores para o nosso planeta"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(educados, respeitadores, responsáveis, honestos, com caráter...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetarei.com.br/100anos/index.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-3440473568238517851?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3440473568238517851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3440473568238517851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3440473568238517851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3440473568238517851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/05/desde-que-voce-nao-seja-mais-velho-que.html' title='Desde que você não seja mais velho que Oscar Niemeyer'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SgeoIxWkXUI/AAAAAAAABLM/KnyvAVjLq74/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-4192958358872553460</id><published>2009-04-25T18:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:32:23.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TERREMOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SfOSGAkOV0I/AAAAAAAABLE/gnAEwpSraOY/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328763416038233922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SfOSGAkOV0I/AAAAAAAABLE/gnAEwpSraOY/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SfOHJy45ecI/AAAAAAAABK8/cC_dZptKv5o/s1600-h/viagem+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SfOHJvwR0qI/AAAAAAAABK0/59VQ0hu9jo0/s1600-h/viagem+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TERREMOTOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**Dizem que passado o terremoto de Lisboa (1755),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o Rei perguntou ao General o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se havia de fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele respondeu ao Rei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Sepultar os mortos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuidar dos vivos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fechar os portos'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essa resposta simples,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;franca e direta tem muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a nos ensinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muitas vezes temos em nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'terremotos' avassaladores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exatamente o que disse o General:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Sepultar os mortos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuidar dos vivos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fechar os portos'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o que isso quer dizer para a nossa vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sepultar os mortos&lt;/em&gt; significa que não adianta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ficar reclamando e chorando o passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É preciso 'sepultar' o passado&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colocá-lo debaixo da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isso significa 'esquecer' o passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enterrar os mortos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuidar dos vivos&lt;/em&gt; significa que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;depois de enterrar o passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em seguida temos que &lt;em&gt;cuidar do presente&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuidar do que ficou vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuidar do que sobrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuidar do que realmente existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fazer o que tiver que ser feito para salvar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que restou do terremoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fechar os portos&lt;/em&gt; significa não deixar as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'portas' abertas para que novos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problemas possam surgir ou  'vir de fora' enquanto estamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuidando e salvando o que restou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do terremoto de nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Significa concentrar-se na reconstrução&lt;/em&gt;, no novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É assim que a história nos ensina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso a história é 'a mestra da vida'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Portanto, quando você enfrentar um terremoto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não se esqueça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enterre os mortos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuide dos vivos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feche os portos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-4192958358872553460?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/4192958358872553460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=4192958358872553460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4192958358872553460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4192958358872553460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/04/terremotos.html' title='TERREMOTOS'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SfOSGAkOV0I/AAAAAAAABLE/gnAEwpSraOY/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2370955204117383687</id><published>2009-04-12T22:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:44:27.429-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10000 acessos visitas'/><title type='text'>UNIVERSO PARALELO COM 10.000 ACESSOS ...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SeKsTLRiNRI/AAAAAAAABKM/iOLVSOsLdbw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324007154949174546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SeKsTLRiNRI/AAAAAAAABKM/iOLVSOsLdbw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabei de perceber que o Universo Paralelo tem registrado 10 mil acessos... deve ser como um aniversário, né!?!... =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sejam sempre bem vindos a esse cantinho em que, &lt;em&gt;no meu silêncio&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gritado em imagens ou palavras de outrem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; divido emoções e sensações que o cotidiano insiste em encouraçar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coisas muito raras estão aqui no UP, coisas que vocês não me ouvirão falar em outro lugar (tudo bem que eu não 'falo' diretamente aqui também, rs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porém, ocorreu uma transformação não esperada desde agosto de 2007 até hoje... .... ..... ..... ..... ..... .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não está bom assim.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje vejo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos camisetas emprestadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos Martha Medeiros.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos imagens coloridas......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos gente real por perto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos comentários, mesmo que internos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos músicas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais espaço entre as datas de posts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nananinanão.... assim não....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou buscar minha caixa de lápis de cor e resolver logo isso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UP é um lugar para as bobagens boas, um lugar colorido, quente, acolhedor... meio novelo de lã... meio vulcão em erupção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alguém ai tem um estojo de canetinhas e pode me ajudar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre obrigada pelas perseverantes visitas, agora percebi que de grão em grão o contador vai a um milhão... . hahahahahahah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bjkks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luya Machado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324007153644517842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SeKsTGaeudI/AAAAAAAABKE/aVMrqC-CIIQ/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SeKn6-HwmmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/3eNVQEwvsew/s1600-h/Fermi3month_labeled_c900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324002341055142498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SeKn6-HwmmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/3eNVQEwvsew/s320/Fermi3month_labeled_c900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;navega&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pela &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;evite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempestades &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;águas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bravias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixe-as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;navegue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bons &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marinheiros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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PARALELO COM 10.000 ACESSOS ...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SeKsTLRiNRI/AAAAAAAABKM/iOLVSOsLdbw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7470816220185822815</id><published>2009-03-27T18:08:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:32:31.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CALMA,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;CALMA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;TUDO SE RESOLVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Algumas pessoas insistem em me dizer que eu sou &lt;div align="center"&gt;branco(a) demais e preciso pegar um solzinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1AhonpDrI/AAAAAAAABIE/DrpSjXWJ5nM/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977681577971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1AhonpDrI/AAAAAAAABIE/DrpSjXWJ5nM/s320/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...você acha que eu estou preocupado(a)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que implica com o meu penteado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com o meu cabelo e com a forma como me arrumo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977685044730338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1Ah1iLmeI/AAAAAAAABIM/dW4KcFaDsYU/s320/Imagem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...olha a minha cara de preocupação!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que reclama quando a internet tá lenta, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;o site é bloqueado na empresa, a rede caiu, o Outlook parou.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977690453223570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1AiJrqqJI/AAAAAAAABIU/a_JrASVbArw/s320/Imagem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nossa! Que saco né? rs rs rs rs rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem até quem me manda tomar banho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e ainda reclama da minha aparência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977689183739826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1AiE8_37I/AAAAAAAABIc/mEncLRhhbys/s320/Imagem4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ops.... Olha a minha preocupação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas têm medo de surpresas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novidades e não querem mudanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977696209350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1AifICLiI/AAAAAAAABIk/mv0UfSTYFWQ/s320/Imagem5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eu quero descobrir coisas novas a cada instante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tenho que ser igual a todo mundo e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fazer sempre as mesas coisas que os outros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978246484545298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1BChD3TxI/AAAAAAAABJE/IG-7hfdMoc0/s320/Imagem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou igual a ninguém. Você também não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero deixar o meu cabelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do jeito que eu achar melhor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978242733804098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1BCTFnikI/AAAAAAAABI8/4J3TmgtcAPg/s320/Imagem7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ...e não do jeito que as pessoas querem me ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser taxado(a) disso ou daquilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por causa das minhas escolhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978241604642210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1BCO4Z5aI/AAAAAAAABI0/39svYmFvy6U/s320/Imagem8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa que me achem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gordo(a) ou magro(a)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978239529251378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1BCHJl8jI/AAAAAAAABIs/wk98SvspO08/s320/Imagem9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importa que eu me sinto bem como sou!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relaxe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317979546099482642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1COKgNgBI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ZPGjC26xqa0/s320/Imagem10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça os problemas e dificuldades um pouco...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curta a sua vida hoje, enquanto ainda há tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978964010463522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1BsSDX8SI/AAAAAAAABJs/vBLvpTg7_bA/s320/Imagem11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que seus problemas diários sejam maiores que as suas alegrias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se: a vida só começa a ser boa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;quando você começar a viver....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978965463369218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1BsXdxhgI/AAAAAAAABJk/EKroL_9zkHc/s320/Imagem12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e se você compartilhar a sua felicidade de viver a vida com alguém, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ela fica melhor ainda!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978955957504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1Br0DZiPI/AAAAAAAABJc/poZfg8f8hXk/s320/Imagem13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique calmo(a) e tenha um BOM DIA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978957777024018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1Br61NNBI/AAAAAAAABJU/o8taL78LiSk/s320/Imagem14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo se resolve! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978947618428322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1BrU_NVaI/AAAAAAAABJM/V4TM4TDCwWw/s320/Imagem15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7470816220185822815?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7470816220185822815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7470816220185822815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7470816220185822815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7470816220185822815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/03/calma.html' title='CALMA,'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/Sc1AhonpDrI/AAAAAAAABIE/DrpSjXWJ5nM/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-2877875406420654664</id><published>2009-03-20T22:39:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:05:29.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DETALHES... INTERPRETE-OS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315450529399898466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ScRGGBILAWI/AAAAAAAABGU/N0Jd1qRvvYI/s320/2062113656_00f283eea5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315450527764491458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ScRGF7CQrMI/AAAAAAAABGE/XTmt6J-Ixtg/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+klgjb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ScRIT1BJmCI/AAAAAAAABHM/ew-vAxNct00/s1600-h/0aa63b41c064dffc5a59adf813dbd085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315452965690644514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ScRIT1BJmCI/AAAAAAAABHM/ew-vAxNct00/s320/0aa63b41c064dffc5a59adf813dbd085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ScRIUesOcAI/AAAAAAAABHc/ZwVOFs33Lfo/s1600-h/Imagem9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315452976877170690" style="DISPLAY: block; 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INTERPRETE-OS...'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/ScRGGBILAWI/AAAAAAAABGU/N0Jd1qRvvYI/s72-c/2062113656_00f283eea5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7395213875386792997</id><published>2009-03-01T23:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:18:06.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem comigo, no caminho eu te explico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SatOu4fz4lI/AAAAAAAABF0/2UjHitYHDKo/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308423153133019730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SatOu4fz4lI/AAAAAAAABF0/2UjHitYHDKo/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um pouco mais de calma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até quando o corpo pede &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um pouco mais de alma...&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:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida não pára...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto o tempo acelera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;e pede pressa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou na valsa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é tão rara...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto todo mundo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;espera a cura do mal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a loucura finge &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que isso tudo é normal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mundo vai girando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada vez mais veloz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente espera do mundo e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mundo espera de nós...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que é o tempo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que lhe falta pra perceber... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que temos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esse tempo pra perder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem quer saber... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um pouco mais de calma... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até quando o corpo pede &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um pouco mais de alma... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vida não pára não... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida não pára.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7395213875386792997?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7395213875386792997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7395213875386792997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7395213875386792997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7395213875386792997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/03/vem-comigo-no-caminho-eu-te-explico.html' title='Vem comigo, no caminho eu te explico!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SatOu4fz4lI/AAAAAAAABF0/2UjHitYHDKo/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6137490287393108828</id><published>2009-02-25T15:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:51:49.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olavo Bilac'/><title type='text'>- Vem comigo, no caminho eu explico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SaWTDDlmyKI/AAAAAAAABFk/THdl_f4208k/s1600-h/2q30i76.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306809416637925538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SaWTDDlmyKI/AAAAAAAABFk/THdl_f4208k/s400/2q30i76.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ora (direis) ouvir estrelas! Certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdeste o senso”! E eu vos direi, no entanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que, para ouvi-las, muita vez desperto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E abro as janelas, pálido de espanto…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E conversamos toda a noite, enquanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A via láctea, como um pálio aberto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cintila. E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direis agora! “Tresloucado amigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que conversas com elas? Que sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem o que dizem, quando estão contigo?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu vos direi: “Amai para entendê-las:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Capaz de ouvir e de entender estrelas”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olavo Bilac&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/8988326528185610766-6137490287393108828?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6137490287393108828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6137490287393108828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6137490287393108828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6137490287393108828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/02/vem-comigo-no-caminho-eu-explico.html' title='- Vem comigo, no caminho eu explico!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SaWTDDlmyKI/AAAAAAAABFk/THdl_f4208k/s72-c/2q30i76.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3522580383674553235</id><published>2009-02-20T15:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:31:22.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça parte da solução, e não do problema!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SZ8ABl7ORDI/AAAAAAAABFU/xG4EBe5Rr9Q/s1600-h/tiago_xavier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304958913426113586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SZ8ABl7ORDI/AAAAAAAABFU/xG4EBe5Rr9Q/s400/tiago_xavier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SZ8ABHKaXCI/AAAAAAAABE0/dApRueHzxa8/s1600-h/responsabilidade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304958905168321570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SZ8ABHKaXCI/AAAAAAAABE0/dApRueHzxa8/s400/responsabilidade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É fácil livrar-se das responsabilidades. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difícil é escapar das conseqüências &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por &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-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&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-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se ter livrado delas"&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Graciliano Ramos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304958910750461282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SZ8ABb9TDWI/AAAAAAAABFM/1fDVvxoRSJw/s400/responsabilidade4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anúncio da WWF – Bélgica para alertar sobre o aquecimento global&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dicas para combater o aquecimento global&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Faça parte da solução, e não do problema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Compre consciente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma garrafa de um litro requer menos energia que 3 de meio litro. Alem disso, compre produtos de papel reciclado: ele precisam de 70% a 90% menos energia para serem feitos e previnem a derrubada de florestas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Escolha produtos que tenham a opção de refil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim você diminui a produção e a energia gasta para fazer o produto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Compre alimentos frescos em vez de congelados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alimentos congelados usam 10 vezes mais energia para serem produzidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Plante uma árvore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma arvore absorve 10 toneladas de dióxido de carbono durante a sua vida. Alem disso a sombra fornecida pelas arvores pode reduzir o uso do ar condicionado em 10%. Comece agora mesmo e plante uma árvore... &lt;a href="http://www.clickarvore.com.br/"&gt;www.clickarvore.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Deixar o carro na garagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caminhe, dê umas pedaladas, compartilhe o carro com o vizinho, ou vá trabalhar de ônibus de vez em quando. Cada 10 quilômetros sem utilizar o carro é igual a menos 3 quilos de dióxido de carbono no ambiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Reciclagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acredite ou não, se você reciclar apenas a metade do seu lixo estará deixando de emitir em torno de 1.000 quilos de dióxido de carbono anuais. Sua cidade não tem coleta seletiva de lixo? Tudo bem, promova a idéia entre os vizinhos da sua rua. Já é o início.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Pressão dos pneus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manter a pressão dos pneus no valor correto ajuda a melhorar o rendimento do combustível do automóvel. Se não sabe a calibragem correta, olhe na parte interna da tampa de combustível ou no manual do carro. Cada litro de gasolina libera 2.5 Kg de dióxido de carbono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Sacolas plásticas e embalagens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pare de brigar com a caixa do supermercado porque ela colocou toda a sua compra numa sacolinha só e evite produtos com embalagens plásticas. Se reduzir em 10% este tipo de lixo, diminuirá 545 quilos de dióxido de carbono ao ano. Você pode também usar uma bolsa própria (lona ou pano) quando for às compras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Comprar a briga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Converta-se em parte da solução e não do problema. Assim como a eu, a Bertollini e tantos outros, divulgue esta mensagem. Comece a agir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304958907809019746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SZ8ABRAAN2I/AAAAAAAABE8/3h9IUHvwXLM/s400/responsabilidade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-3522580383674553235?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3522580383674553235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3522580383674553235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3522580383674553235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/3522580383674553235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/02/faca-parte-da-solucao-e-nao-do-problema.html' title='Faça parte da solução, e não do problema!'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SZ8ABl7ORDI/AAAAAAAABFU/xG4EBe5Rr9Q/s72-c/tiago_xavier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7792138112127733258</id><published>2009-02-08T03:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:04:25.950-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MISTAKES ARE LESSONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SY5noAIlwVI/AAAAAAAABD8/UtG70WKR5fE/s1600-h/Imagem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300287748390109522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SY5noAIlwVI/AAAAAAAABD8/UtG70WKR5fE/s400/Imagem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando cometer um erro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não olhe para trás por muito tempo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Analise as coisas e então olhe para diante. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erros são lições de sabedoria. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O passado não pode ser mudado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O futuro ainda está em seu poder. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8988326528185610766-7792138112127733258?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7792138112127733258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7792138112127733258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7792138112127733258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7792138112127733258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/02/mistakes-are-lessons.html' title='MISTAKES ARE LESSONS'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SY5noAIlwVI/AAAAAAAABD8/UtG70WKR5fE/s72-c/Imagem6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-5722751532766736161</id><published>2009-02-03T00:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:59:14.347-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Before You" and "Just Sail"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYeyGdGKm1I/AAAAAAAABDs/9YyAMNqBp0k/s1600-h/Imagem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298399310584126290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYeyGdGKm1I/AAAAAAAABDs/9YyAMNqBp0k/s400/Imagem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Antes de falar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;escute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Antes de escrever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;pense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Antes de gastar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;ganhe.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de julgar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;espere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Antes de rezar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;perdoe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Antes de desistir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;tente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYeyGZdO9yI/AAAAAAAABD0/f21DoPzICus/s1600-h/Imagem4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298399309607139106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYeyGZdO9yI/AAAAAAAABD0/f21DoPzICus/s400/Imagem4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Enquanto navega pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Não evite tempestades e águas bravias.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas deixe-as passar.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas navegue.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre se lembre:&lt;br /&gt;mares calmos não fazem bons marinheiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;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/8988326528185610766-5722751532766736161?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5722751532766736161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5722751532766736161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5722751532766736161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5722751532766736161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-you-and-just-sail.html' title='&quot;Before You&quot; and &quot;Just Sail&quot;'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYeyGdGKm1I/AAAAAAAABDs/9YyAMNqBp0k/s72-c/Imagem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-4513577637083808101</id><published>2009-02-02T00:54:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:01:43.757-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mágica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roupa nova'/><title type='text'>MÁGICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZhUY7dWlI/AAAAAAAABDU/rCEZg0a4gFQ/s1600-h/157298394_3db6119240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZhUs7vraI/AAAAAAAABDk/el1v4EYVFBM/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+musical.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298029019934993826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZhUs7vraI/AAAAAAAABDk/el1v4EYVFBM/s400/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+musical.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sou uma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na letra da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que vai no som da música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomar o seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu faço num segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mundo adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só pra poder estar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sozinha com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fica comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não peço mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que uma vida apaixonada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou quem vai restar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando não houver mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vem que eu tenho pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu amor e proteção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toda mágica contida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na batida do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu vibro no seu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na luz do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Até que tudo ao seu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Derreta com meu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu paro a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na hora da paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pro tempo não tentar medir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fica comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não peço mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que uma vida apaixonada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou quem vai restar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando não houver mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vem que eu tenho pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu amor e proteção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toda mágica contida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na batida do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298029013579228338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZhUVQaZLI/AAAAAAAABDc/PCy2zWA_EUc/s400/2a.jpg" border="0" /&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/8988326528185610766-4513577637083808101?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/4513577637083808101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=4513577637083808101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4513577637083808101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/4513577637083808101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/02/magica.html' title='MÁGICA'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZhUs7vraI/AAAAAAAABDk/el1v4EYVFBM/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+musical.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-1642106666531623419</id><published>2009-02-02T00:21:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:49:54.276-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roupa nova'/><title type='text'>Coração Pirata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZegHEwocI/AAAAAAAABDE/0tu-taqhmL8/s1600-h/magic6-743234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298025917395804610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZegHEwocI/AAAAAAAABDE/0tu-taqhmL8/s400/magic6-743234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu coração pirata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toma tudo pela frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a alma adivinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O preço, que cobram da gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fica sozinha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levo a vida como eu quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou sempre com a razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu jamais me desespero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou dona do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! o espelho me disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não mudou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou amante do sucesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nele eu mando, nunca peço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu compro o que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A infância sonhou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se errar, eu não confesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei bem quem sou, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nunca me dou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a paixão não dá certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há porque me culpar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não me permito chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não vai adiantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E recomeço do zero (do nada)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem reclamar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas se convencem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De que a sorte me ajudou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas plantei cada semente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o meu coração desejou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! o espelho me disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não mudou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou amante do sucesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nele eu mando, nunca peço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu compro o que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A infância sonhou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se errar, eu não confesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei bem quem sou, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nunca me dou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a paixão não dá certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há porque me culpar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não me permito chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não vai adiantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E recomeço do zero (do nada)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem reclamar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faço porque quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou sempre com a razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu jamais me desespero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou dona do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298025917601706834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZegH12c1I/AAAAAAAABDM/vrnoNf0-yj0/s400/magic2-764173.jpg" border="0" /&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/8988326528185610766-1642106666531623419?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/1642106666531623419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=1642106666531623419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1642106666531623419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/1642106666531623419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/02/coracao-pirata.html' title='Coração Pirata'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYZegHEwocI/AAAAAAAABDE/0tu-taqhmL8/s72-c/magic6-743234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6680024303781682781</id><published>2009-01-30T00:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:35:48.267-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anamastê'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luya'/><title type='text'>Anamastê</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296923279038364418" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Imagens: Luya Designer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296923278599267362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYJzqFdoJCI/AAAAAAAABCk/r58krEEAQRQ/s400/janeiro+2009+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6680024303781682781?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6680024303781682781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6680024303781682781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6680024303781682781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6680024303781682781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/01/anamaste.html' title='Anamastê'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SYJzqHGUOwI/AAAAAAAABCs/N0_dpRCXG9M/s72-c/janeiro+2009+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6976732737963833067</id><published>2009-01-15T23:13:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:24:50.020-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prece Navajo do Belo Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SW_hz3mMBfI/AAAAAAAABBM/gadrOx6YFZQ/s1600-h/Bridgeview_corr_smlQuinnell_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291696368397321714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SW_hz3mMBfI/AAAAAAAABBM/gadrOx6YFZQ/s400/Bridgeview_corr_smlQuinnell_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SW_gyHsGqQI/AAAAAAAABBE/_8HfgzEt1sk/s1600-h/Imagem+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Prece Navajo do Belo Caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hoje sairei a caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hoje todo o mal há de me abandonar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Serei tal como fui antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Terei uma brisa fresca a percorrer-me o corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Terei um corpo leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sou feliz para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nada há de me impedir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291695236104417762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SW_gx9ehceI/AAAAAAAABA8/QI4Uzn5IVf4/s400/Imagem+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6976732737963833067?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6976732737963833067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6976732737963833067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6976732737963833067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6976732737963833067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/01/prece-navajo-do-belo-caminho.html' title='Prece Navajo do Belo Caminho'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SW_hz3mMBfI/AAAAAAAABBM/gadrOx6YFZQ/s72-c/Bridgeview_corr_smlQuinnell_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-6837891988714516759</id><published>2009-01-11T02:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:21:51.063-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto é uma declaração de amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWlztNBewNI/AAAAAAAABAs/_CRRhIOm-Z0/s1600-h/parapente.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289886457750536402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWlztNBewNI/AAAAAAAABAs/_CRRhIOm-Z0/s400/parapente.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWlzI9Eyd0I/AAAAAAAABAk/h-wDMjQFAs8/s1600-h/parapente.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Isto é uma declaração de amor. Com todas suas desarmonias. Estamos falando do amor normal, que dá errado, que briga, do amor que sente ciúmes, do amor que cobra. Estamos aqui para falar do amor com erros, acertos, idas e voltas. E nem poderia ser de outro jeito: o amor acontece entre humanos. Um menino que se apaixona por outro menino. Uma menina que se apaixona por outra menina. Também acontece com o cara da venda que fica louco pela mulher da igreja. O amor não tem critérios, não tem códigos, não tem sexo, nem escala social. Você mesmo: quantas vezes, não se apaixonou por alguém que não tinha nada a ver com você? Porque o amor só tem a ver com o amor mesmo, e ele só precisa amar. Outra coisa, o amor só rola se você se ama, se curte e tem auto- estima. Agora se você é do tipo masoquista, que vive enchendo a cara porque ninguém a ama, desista meu bem. Ou então se mate de uma vez. Ninguém vai gostar de você, se estiver com bafo de onça O amor não está preocupado com seus problemas. O amor quer chegar e encontrar guarida e segurança. Quer alimentar e ser alimentado, porque você sabe, quem ama precisa falar que ama! O amor gosta de namorar, trocar torpedinhos, marcar encontros! O amor não é bobo, viu, ele gosta de gente perfumada, de gente que se cuida; Ora, o amor gosta do que é bom, meu bem.&lt;br /&gt;-Pensou bem? Está preparada? Como que é??? Não acredito!!! Que bom!!! E ela também?? Que ótimo, meu bem, que ótimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neusa Doretto&lt;br /&gt;14mar2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289886456255463890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWlztHdBwdI/AAAAAAAABA0/wyWuSi0yq_U/s400/x1piYkpqHC_35ls2jaqKK_IDCIyWbb2Ji_UdjvxMX3Xg62YLEhbH_hDQuY9bT6718Xu0dRNy-rXzkhEr2YCTb4gAOO2WJw9v9S0x1PACu0mdKM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-6837891988714516759?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/6837891988714516759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=6837891988714516759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6837891988714516759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/6837891988714516759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/01/isto-uma-declarao-de-amor.html' title='Isto é uma declaração de amor.'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWlztNBewNI/AAAAAAAABAs/_CRRhIOm-Z0/s72-c/parapente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-7278128841737419317</id><published>2009-01-04T02:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:13:35.468-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWA2uMGJNvI/AAAAAAAABAU/VrXnhLlD9mo/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286129681839858" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWA2uMGJNvI/AAAAAAAABAU/VrXnhLlD9mo/s320/view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWA2t-SBcYI/AAAAAAAABAM/LKCPJI7D9zo/s1600-h/salto-alto-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286125973565826" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWA2t-SBcYI/AAAAAAAABAM/LKCPJI7D9zo/s320/salto-alto-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWA2uSaex1I/AAAAAAAABAc/WNW-VGkk49I/s1600-h/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286131377751890" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWA2uSaex1I/AAAAAAAABAc/WNW-VGkk49I/s320/tango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-7278128841737419317?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/7278128841737419317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=7278128841737419317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7278128841737419317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/7278128841737419317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SWA2uMGJNvI/AAAAAAAABAU/VrXnhLlD9mo/s72-c/view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-980528538013517115</id><published>2008-12-30T16:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:32:17.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O 'novo' só pode ocupar espaço em nossas vidas quando o 'velho' deixar de fazer parte dela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVppEMYCt0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/3oLbdYG-nfg/s1600-h/paistop05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285652633435158338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVppEMYCt0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/3oLbdYG-nfg/s400/paistop05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claudio, um rapaz já de certa idade, pegou o ônibus e enquanto subia, um de seus sapatos se soltou e escorregou para o lado de fora. O ônibus saiu rapidamente, e a porta se fechou sem que houvesse chance de recuperar o sapato 'perdido'.&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente, Claudio retirou seu outro sapato e jogou-o pela janela.&lt;br /&gt;Um rapaz no ônibus que observava a situação, sem poder ajudar perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpe perguntar, mas por que jogou fora seu outro sapato?&lt;br /&gt;E Claudio respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Pra que alguém o encontre e seja capaz de usá-los. Provavelmente apenas alguém realmente necessitado dará importância a um sapato usado encontrado na rua. E de nada lhe adiantará apenas um pé.&lt;br /&gt;Quando desceu do ônibus em seu destino, Claudio buscou uma loja, e comprou um novo par de sapatos.&lt;br /&gt;Durante nossa vida é inevitável perder coisas. Muitas vezes estas perdas são penosas e supostamente injustas, porém certamente necessárias para que coisas novas e melhores possam acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Jogue fora idéias, crenças, maneiras de viver ou experiências que não lhe acrescentam nada e lhe roubam atenção e energia. Aproveite e tire do seu 'armário' aquelas coisas negativas que só lhe trazem tristezas, ressentimentos, mágoas e sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;O 'novo' só pode ocupar espaço em nossas vidas quando o 'velho' deixar de fazer parte dela.&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/8988326528185610766-980528538013517115?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/980528538013517115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=980528538013517115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/980528538013517115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/980528538013517115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-novo-s-pode-ocupar-espao-em-nossas.html' title='O &apos;novo&apos; só pode ocupar espaço em nossas vidas quando o &apos;velho&apos; deixar de fazer parte dela.'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVppEMYCt0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/3oLbdYG-nfg/s72-c/paistop05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-5310233937071863980</id><published>2008-12-30T10:51:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:37:05.644-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ano Novo, Vida Nova"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVpp_KzSQ8I/AAAAAAAAA_s/hGsogHuTXyQ/s1600-h/CIMG2274+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285653646624834498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVpp_KzSQ8I/AAAAAAAAA_s/hGsogHuTXyQ/s400/CIMG2274+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVpp_FB2SQI/AAAAAAAAA_k/5Sc6EYT4K0Q/s1600-h/imagem3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285653645075302658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVpp_FB2SQI/AAAAAAAAA_k/5Sc6EYT4K0Q/s400/imagem3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVodTWE9qJI/AAAAAAAAA_U/2yCjnqX4yZ8/s1600-h/paistop05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo sempre costuma repetir:"Ano-novo, vida nova".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas até que ponto sabemos realmente medir o peso desta afirmação e a colocamos em prática?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se no ano que passou,você não conseguiu atingir suas metas, concretizar sonhos, acumulou mágoas e não superou desafios inesperados, agora é a hora de abrir as janelas da mente e do coração para o futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É importante captar mensagens externas e não esquecer de olhar para dentro de si porque o caminho para uma vida nova passa, impreterivelmente, por nosso universo interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mutação de seu momento atual, enfim, depende exclusivamente de você. Depende do seu trabalho mental, em acreditar e realizar. Nada, nem ninguém poderá fazer isso por você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ajuda pode, sim, vir de fora, mas o impulso deve partir de você. Independentemente de sua situação atual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em primeiro lugar, questione com honestidade:"Eu realmente quero mudar minha vida?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a sua resposta for afirmativa, então é hora de mexer-se porque o ano-novo está aí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que isto dê realmente certo, é necessário, antes de tudo, se permitir mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O próximo passo é derrubar aquelas barreiras internas tão prejudiciais, como o preconceito consigo próprio, o medo, a inveja e o rancor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, não esqueça, o mundo ao seu redor apenas reflete o que você é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(desconheço autoria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-5310233937071863980?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/5310233937071863980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=5310233937071863980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5310233937071863980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988326528185610766/posts/default/5310233937071863980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/2008/12/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='&quot;Ano Novo, Vida Nova&quot;'/><author><name>...uma mulher...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717032555831032111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SrWeyacZpqI/AAAAAAAABTg/qtCw1hAQjWQ/S220/100_1272+(2)+A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVpp_KzSQ8I/AAAAAAAAA_s/hGsogHuTXyQ/s72-c/CIMG2274+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-3248568511603858438</id><published>2008-12-28T04:25:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:39:20.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAFFFF!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVceFmhTCTI/AAAAAAAAA_M/KfBS4aaRPMA/s1600-h/dezembro+2008+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284725769330952498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVceFmhTCTI/AAAAAAAAA_M/KfBS4aaRPMA/s400/dezembro+2008+108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu encontro foi horrível...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua caixa de chocolate Kopenhagen acabou justo hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não acertou sequer um número na loteria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encarou shopping cheio com calo no pé, salto alto e cólica... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem hoje que você ousou sair sem rímel e com calça jeans surrada, encontrou um antigo desafeto, ela linda de viver, cheia de sacolas 'up' e você com uma sacolinha das Lojas Americanas... afffffff!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando chegou ao estacionamento, o abençoado do pneu do seu carro estava furado e por isso, perdeu o último capítulo do seriado que acompanhou o ano inteiro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitivamente você quer e precisa matar alguém mas, ainda não é amiga do legista!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai minha única sugestão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depile a perna com pinça... ... ... ... quando terminar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus problemas podem não tenhar acabado, sua TPM pode não ter passado mas ao menos, sua perna já vai estar depilada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De resto, vá dormir que amanhã é outro dia... ah.... e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUNCA... NUNCA... NUNCA mais ouse sair de casa sem rímel e gloss!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjkks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luya Machado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(foto: Luya Designer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respeite a os direitos autorais citando a fonte!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se, pirataria intelectual é crime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-3248568511603858438?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirianmachado.blogspot.com/feeds/3248568511603858438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8988326528185610766&amp;postID=3248568511603858438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988326528185610766.post-8320327238841480429</id><published>2008-12-26T18:42:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:33:51.808-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVVKU_-kD0I/AAAAAAAAA-0/hffDC2NKl58/s1600-h/anjo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVVKU-esPxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1mrzX4kugkA/s1600-h/Morning%20Butterfly%2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284211462018711314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVVKU-esPxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1mrzX4kugkA/s400/Morning%252520Butterfly%25252022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVVKUBqvb_I/AAAAAAAAA-k/196cvyjwLvc/s1600-h/Bailarina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SVVKUgEcSyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/FfAOqbBZFBs/s1600-h/bailarina9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Não se prenda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sentimentos antigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que se foi vivido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me preparou pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se ofenda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com meus amores de antes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos tornaram-se pontes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra que eu chegasse a você..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMOÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vivo esse momento lindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhando pra você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E as mesmas emoções sentindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantas já vividas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São momentos que eu não me esqueci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detalhes de uma vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Histórias que contei aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigos eu ganhei, saudades eu senti partindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E às vezes eu deixei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me ver chorar sorrindo&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-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei tudo que o amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É capaz de lhe dar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei já sofri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não deixo de amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se chorei ou se sorri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O importante é que emoções eu vivi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantas já vividas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São momentos que eu não me esqueci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detalhes de uma vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Histórias que eu contei aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivendo esse momento lindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De frente pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E as emoções se revertindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em paz com a vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que ela me traz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até que me faz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde quem está demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se chorei ou se sorri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O importante é que emoções eu vivi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se chorei ou se sorri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O importante é que emoções eu vivi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Roberto Carlos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988326528185610766-990223127043535937?l=mirianmachado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SU7DA5vpuNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/fMmyICSQ_2g/s1600-h/0014.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282373833220274386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWiRu2y6rRA/SU7DA5vpuNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/fMmyICSQ_2g/s400/0014.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixe meu sapatinho, na janela do quintal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papai Noel deixou, meu presente de Natal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é que Papai Noel, não se esquece de ninguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja rico ou seja pobre, o velhinho sempre vem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja rico ou seja pobre, o velhinho sempre vem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJOKKAS CARINHOSAS A TODOS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mírian - Byinha - Luya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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