<?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-6837911422626456531</id><updated>2012-01-30T03:17:03.460-08:00</updated><category term='Garopaba'/><category term='Florianópolis'/><category term='AlmaZen'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='Ma'/><category term='TTC'/><category term='yoga indaiatuba'/><title type='text'>QUANDO TUA LUA VAI DESPERTAR?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8375533117711046684</id><published>2011-12-18T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:58:55.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img height="298" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQseXqCDuLUpgAZRr52GJ4FFaWWkdZoU-toPD_8PsTdY2rkGNoFNA" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;eu gosto do quase, do vir a ser, da espera, possibilidades...acho que isto torna as pessoas melhores... e eu espero assim olhando pra terra sabendo que logo haverá o milagre da semente&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/6837911422626456531-8375533117711046684?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8375533117711046684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8375533117711046684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8375533117711046684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8375533117711046684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-gosto.html' title='eu gosto'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-2785720969727824674</id><published>2011-12-05T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:42:31.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRq3BZRHra0v-vrgu4PntPjmN-y0q-4XesSmmvJdaYd_7kIyoo7LQ" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando foi que perdemos as nossas asas e deixamos de ser bons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-2785720969727824674?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/2785720969727824674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=2785720969727824674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2785720969727824674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2785720969727824674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2011/12/quando-foi-perdemos-as-nossas-asas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-1574991916487124652</id><published>2011-10-27T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:47:44.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só quando me incomodar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Me  desculpem... mas não consigo deixar de escrever: todos olham a fotos e se voltam para as suas próprias vidas.... eu tenho que parar de reclamar, me contentar com o que tenho, tem gente sofrendo... olhar pro próprio umbigo! E eu como vcs... só olhando, me comovo, fico triste e não faço nada... só quando me incomodar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/VONfcBiyVCBvxLpXV6CmlYbGnzcHDaoxRjhNiL3RAzCUSPxWEOkwkSeYdbh5-DMfm2Lk=s85" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/VONfcBiyVCBvxLpXV6CmlYbGnzcHDaoxRjhNiL3RAzCUSPxWEOkwkSeYdbh5-DMfm2Lk=s85" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E tem gente que reclama da vida . . . .e muitas vezes sao desprovidas de compaixao . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz chorar? Pouco dinheiro? Pouca liberdade? Não ter o melhor celular? Não estar na moda? Não esqueça que o simples fato de você existir, de ter saúde, de ter todas as refeições do dia, de ter roupas para vestir já são motivos suficientes para te fazer sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso ai antonio pessoas choram de barriga cheia,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é mto triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pior Antonio , sem´palavras p essa imagem , compartilhei tá..rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdade mesmo, enquanto tem gente que quanto mais tem, mais quer ter, outros nada tem, triste mesmo saber que muitos poderiam dividir e preferem reter p si próprios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste demais ver essa imagem ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente precisamos nos espelhar no problemas de outras pessoas, para entendermos que os nossos são muito pequenos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu reclamando da minha vida.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordo, muita gente reclama sem motivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, que forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e um absurdo ainda existirem seres humanos vivendo nestas condições.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revoltante...enquanto poucos tem muiiiiiiiito, a maior parte da população vive com o mínimo, e outros ainda sem nada, como mostra a foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa imagem é realmente muito triste,mas temos que ver e refletir sobre nós e nossas lamentações!!.....O que está faltando em nossas vidas???... .....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocante e revoltante, por pessoas reclamarem de suas próprias vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é para refletirmos e ver que o reclamamos é tão absurdo que temos que agradescer todos os dias .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que me faz chorar? nõa ter conquistado ainda a confiança de certas pessoas ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEU DEUS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-1574991916487124652?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/1574991916487124652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=1574991916487124652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/1574991916487124652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/1574991916487124652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-quando-me-incomodar.html' title='Só quando me incomodar'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3298860977880709789</id><published>2011-08-09T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:42:22.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="271" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRJXIv4RAjehU5-lsaYApPRMKILPMfAe0MEsQSqKNzJFos9OhAG5Q" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Indo dormir carente hoje. Parece que a solidão do mundo está comigo, parece que todos os corações quebrados estão dentro de meu peito. estranho é que não há lágrimas, há uma rejeição de mim mesma e não quer sair... quer entrar... entrar... e eu não sei bem pra onde.... talvez para a gaveta que não existe mais, que fica no armário que também não existe mais...mas eu ainda existo e reexisto.&amp;nbsp;&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/6837911422626456531-3298860977880709789?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3298860977880709789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3298860977880709789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3298860977880709789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3298860977880709789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2011/08/carente.html' title='Carente'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5817684365491942796</id><published>2011-02-26T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:59:41.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professora???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vjH2fMDiq18/TWl3BJSApTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qugh5Aliplk/s1600/cortar+a+m%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vjH2fMDiq18/TWl3BJSApTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qugh5Aliplk/s320/cortar+a+m%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Ontem fui na escola aqui perto buscar uns amiguinhos com a mãe deles e fiquei triste....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Eles me contaram que a professora deixou o menino de castigo &amp;nbsp;e sem tomar o lanche porque ele passou o dedo na manteiga do pão da professora para experimentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Caramba, isto não é uma professora... como alguém pode fazer isto com uma criança de 5 anos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Deixar sem se alimentar das 7 horas da manhã até ao meio dia e castigar uma criança só porque ela teve curiosidade. Daqui a pouco estarão cortando as mãos das crianças...As providências&amp;nbsp;cabíveis&amp;nbsp;serão tomadas...&amp;nbsp;&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/6837911422626456531-5817684365491942796?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5817684365491942796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5817684365491942796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5817684365491942796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5817684365491942796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2011/02/professora.html' title='Professora???'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vjH2fMDiq18/TWl3BJSApTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qugh5Aliplk/s72-c/cortar+a+m%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8995497556959777714</id><published>2011-02-24T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:54:46.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ma'/><title type='text'>calma de um navio chegando ao porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5V6sh2htmw/TWcWpFLfdyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4bVOVzZfbw4/s1600/images+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5V6sh2htmw/TWcWpFLfdyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4bVOVzZfbw4/s320/images+%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;MA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;E se eu te a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;sse num momento, pequeno e calmo, minúsculo e leve, no vento que esqueceu o caminho, que vaga nas estradas, que se perde nas curvas, que se espalha no rio, será que teus dedos descobririam meus cabelos, tuas mãos achariam minhas pernas debaixo do vestido, tua voz resistiria ao barulho das águas? E se eu te a&lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;sse num momento, alto e amplo, grande e maior, junto ao céu, numa asa, contra o sol, solto e livre num vôo silencioso de pássaro, será que teus olhos se juntariam aos meus num horizonte improvável, teu riso seria alto outra vez menino, teu peito se encheria de felicidade inédita? E se esse momento não chegar, será que um dia você perceberá que tem de mim o vento, o caminho, as estradas, as curvas, o rio, o céu, a asa, o sol, o vôo, o pássaro, o horizonte improvável, o riso, o menino, a felicidade esperando para ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu tenho cal&lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt; de um navio chegando ao porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8995497556959777714?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8995497556959777714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8995497556959777714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8995497556959777714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8995497556959777714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2011/02/calma-de-um-navio-chegando-ao-porto.html' title='calma de um navio chegando ao porto'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5V6sh2htmw/TWcWpFLfdyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4bVOVzZfbw4/s72-c/images+%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-722412317446549957</id><published>2011-01-24T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:45:09.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga indaiatuba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AlmaZen'/><title type='text'>Brilho nos olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TT4oGLNl6_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MA_g2gj1ooI/s1600/Marcus+Mazieri+e+Winnie+Ramos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TT4oGLNl6_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MA_g2gj1ooI/s320/Marcus+Mazieri+e+Winnie+Ramos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Info" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 4px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body" style="float: left; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Marcus Mazieri e Winnie Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Conheci estes dois tentando proteger os animais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Encantei-me com esta foto... Sou apaixonada por fotografia, mas o que me chamou a atenção foi o brilho nos olhos... este brilho que acredita que tudo é possível que podemos e devemos ter um mundo digno onde todos se reconhecem como irmãos, onde todos se respeitam, quando digo todos, todos os seres vivos... respeitar a inteligência humana sobre os outros seres mas também respeitar a natureza de um escorpião... cada um cumprindo o seu dever, seguindo o seu Darma... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Melhor ainda quando o brilho é múltiplo. A memória, essa coisa poderosa que nos coloca entre humanos, essa memória de relações e exemplos restaura o brilho nos olhos que como, a presa de um escorpião às portas da morte, cumpre sua missão: manter o laço inteiro. A honra da “vítima” caminha pelo laço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhares que transmitem serenidade, paz, alegria. Que transformam as pessoas, tornando-as angelicais. Olhos misteriosos que conseguem extravasar o amor e a alegria do coração. Brilho que vem da alma. Não é hereditário, é característica do próprio Ser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brilho que só existe e se perpetua se conseguirmos separar as vitórias das derrotas, a alegria da tristeza, momentos felizes de momentos desagradáveis ou infelizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brilho que se acentua quando encontra outros olhos que lhe servem de espelho, refletindo alma idêntica que se abre e explode através do seu meio de comunicação maior! E eu fico imaginado o brilho dos olhos de quem fez a fotografia....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Independentemente do desfecho que a vida reservará a eles, muito mais do que sonhos, não resta dúvidas de que esse menino e essa menina estão pavimentando amplos atalhos para o êxito que esperam ter quando adultos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabiamente, concluo: "Ora, se você não tiver esse mesmo brilho nos olhos, como é que vai procurar alguém que o tenha?!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com o tempo adotamos regras de conduta, moda e etiqueta e emulamos a vida. Não desfrutamos mais plenamente nada, e não nos comportamos bem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Têm vergonha, eu sei. Mas posso pedir uma coisa? No próximo dia de sol, deixem os óculos escuros em casa e reparem bem na cor do céu e no brilho do sol, sem a proteção contra os raios UVA e UVB ?não custa nada. Só pra começar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dê um show com seus olhos. Seu olhar revela diariamente para onde sua vida está seguindo e o seu destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha orientação é: tenha brilho nos olhos, faça sua vida ser espetacular a ponto de alguém se emocionar com tal brilho ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-722412317446549957?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/722412317446549957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=722412317446549957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/722412317446549957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/722412317446549957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2011/01/brilho-nos-olhos.html' title='Brilho nos olhos'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TT4oGLNl6_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MA_g2gj1ooI/s72-c/Marcus+Mazieri+e+Winnie+Ramos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5866169281842836059</id><published>2010-10-07T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:52:53.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gafanhoto da Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TK5c2m4emnI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QboIKwlZkTQ/s1600/get.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TK5c2m4emnI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QboIKwlZkTQ/s320/get.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Olha só que lindo! A barbie agora tem um gafanhoto rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Considerado pelos cientistas a espécie mais bonita encontrada, o gafanhoto de olhos rosa vive nas árvores mais altas das florestas, o que o torna difícil de ser encontrado e estudado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Saiba mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/fotos/0,,OI137567-EI238,00-Cientistas+descobrem+novas+especies+na+Papua+Nova+Guine.html"&gt;http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/fotos/0,,OI137567-EI238,00-Cientistas+descobrem+novas+especies+na+Papua+Nova+Guine.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-5866169281842836059?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5866169281842836059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5866169281842836059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5866169281842836059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5866169281842836059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/10/gafanhoto-da-barbie.html' title='Gafanhoto da Barbie'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TK5c2m4emnI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QboIKwlZkTQ/s72-c/get.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7426801142293174688</id><published>2010-09-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:46:30.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Má</title><content type='html'>Apenas um telefonema e tudo volta.... magia do tempo.... do meu ... do seu... vou esperar do seu lado, porque eu só posso esperar.... e te entregar um dia perfeito.....futuro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn9WETb040Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn9WETb040Y&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-7426801142293174688?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7426801142293174688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7426801142293174688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7426801142293174688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7426801142293174688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/09/ma.html' title='Má'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5408803217656345204</id><published>2010-08-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:59:27.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lição das pedras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Quando criança imaginava terras infinitas, terras de pedra onde cachorros e meninos corriam sem destino; onde rochas se transformavam em cavernas, santuários, girafas, cordeirinhos, anéis e livros. Pedras que serviam como o diário do homem-pedreiro.&amp;nbsp;Me pego pensando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em pedras. ￼E" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;em pedras... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; é na pedra que se aprende a essência da vida: não está na forma, mas na alma de tudo aquilo que exala existência. A origem da pedra é seu próprio paradoxo: de tão concreta cristaliza-se em sagrada, imbatível e eterna. Só a mão do vento a vence.As pedras são o desenho das mãos de Deus que indicam o caminho da paz e da justiça e, como artesãs, esculpem os homens à sua forma; construindo seus corações e almas duras com a mesma inabalável firmeza de seres que não se entregam à guerra, ao sangue e ao ódio. As pedras ensinam que a justiça pode ser virtude e não utopia. As pedras ensinam que a igualdade entre os seres humanos é tão natural quanto a relação entre o tempo e o vinho percebi, que na verdade não me converti à pedra – sempre o fui. Encontrei o caminho da paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TFb4xPPyGeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cThPAW67_PA/s1600/leite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TFb4xPPyGeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cThPAW67_PA/s200/leite.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E na gente deu o hábito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;De caminhar pelas trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;De murmurar entre as pregas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;De tirar leite das pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;De ver o tempo correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-5408803217656345204?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5408803217656345204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5408803217656345204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5408803217656345204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5408803217656345204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/08/licao-das-pedras.html' title='A lição das pedras'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TFb4xPPyGeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cThPAW67_PA/s72-c/leite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4387584268120146550</id><published>2010-06-29T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:20:42.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disponibilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TCqM5fW29VI/AAAAAAAAAgo/diSTQcPkNoM/s1600/view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TCqM5fW29VI/AAAAAAAAAgo/diSTQcPkNoM/s200/view.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Estar disponível é estar atento, é estar presente. Tudo que você já aprendeu , &amp;nbsp;e mais importante toda a sua experiência adquirida e vivida está aflorado no seu espaço interior criativo quando você está calmo e disponível. A disponibilidade pura e simplesmente é uma forma elevada de acolher o próximo. Seja ele um ser humano, uma árvore, uma flor, um pássaro. O exemplo que me ocorre é um cometa que passou no céu e eu precisei estar lá e presente e assim eu estava disponível para o cometa, estando naquele local e &amp;nbsp;momento para vê-lo, mesmo que por três segundos rasgando o céu com a luz incandescente que se forma na atmosfera. E quem sabe estar lá para fazer um pedido ... É como a graça. Não importa quanto esforço ou quanto tapas - austeridades - um yogin faça para crescer no Yoga e na compreensão de si mesmo, ele deve contar com a Graça. Com a sorte de estar lá para o cometa em uma dessas noites da sua preciosa vida, poder vê-lo, passando no céu, só uma vez, num instante eterno. Esta é a alquimia do yoga tanto no ensinar quanto no aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Almazen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Rua Vicente Ferrer, 298 Jardim Pau Preto&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/6837911422626456531-4387584268120146550?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4387584268120146550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4387584268120146550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4387584268120146550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4387584268120146550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/06/disponibilidade.html' title='Disponibilidade'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TCqM5fW29VI/AAAAAAAAAgo/diSTQcPkNoM/s72-c/view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-448357345938959580</id><published>2010-06-17T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:26:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TBp0sKSF1NI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xIhvgBOOxuU/s1600/image2931+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TBp0sKSF1NI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xIhvgBOOxuU/s320/image2931+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao longo de nossa vida vamos construindo um grande&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;armazém cheio de lembranças pessoais, estas podem ganhar adjetivos e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;importâncias que variam de tempos em tempos; as experiências individuais vão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sendo acumuladas e ficam à disposição. A existência deste armazém se dá não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para guardar histórias vividas, mas sim para ao guardá-las possibilitar sua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consulta, seu uso, sua troca com o presente. Quando nos colocamos em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determinada situação, seja ela qual for o nosso cérebro abre o armazém, e dá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma boa olhada em tudo que feito por nós permanece guardado nas prateleiras da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memória. Vai ligando o momento da situação dada com este ou aquele fato e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fortalecendo a tomada de decisão. Se guardarmos especialmente as boas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;experiências aos poucos vamos criando um Almazen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O presente é sempre atitude, mas nada se decide&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem consultar as sensações e vivências guardadas no Almazen. Decidimos a partir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de nossas experiências e sensações vividas, iniciar um novo ciclo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Mas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agora, de uma forma mais clara, tranquila e consciente, nos permitindo agir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diferente, agir melhor, procurando integridade na ação! este é o plano, a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ordem... No próximo mês, estaremos em um novo endereço. Mudamos felizes e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conscientes para rua Vicente Ferrer, 298 Jardim Pau Preto, local que para o qual estamos nos preparando,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honrando o conhecimento que recebemos de nossos mestres.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mara e Dani&lt;/b&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/6837911422626456531-448357345938959580?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/448357345938959580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=448357345938959580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/448357345938959580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/448357345938959580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/06/ao-longo-de-nossa-vida-vamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/TBp0sKSF1NI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xIhvgBOOxuU/s72-c/image2931+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7810937276774267824</id><published>2010-05-01T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:17:16.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="apturelinkicon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A arte de pisar em nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nós evitamos o vazio, nosso medo e ansiedade surgem da possibilidade de nosso eu não ser real, de nossas identidades não serem tão sólidas como imaginamos. Buscamos existir e nos tornarmos reais por meio do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;dinheiro, da fama, do amor romântico e da tecnologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;. Procuramos por alguma base para fixar os pés e ali nos sentimos protegidos. É impressionante como colocamos energia e vinculamos nossa felicidade a elementos impermanentes (uma pessoa, uma instituição, uma casa, uma cidade, nosso corpo): quando eles flutuam, oscilamos; quando desabam, morremos junto. Por termos medo de viver sem bases, nos agarramos a bases frágeis, como se elas fossem seguras e eternas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S9x50fVILMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fbYTJ6oORzI/s1600/coiote.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S9x50fVILMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fbYTJ6oORzI/s320/coiote.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Quando entramos em crise, somos como o Coiote que, ao fugir do Papa-Léguas se dá conta que passou do limite do penhasco e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;ficou alguns segundos correndo sem chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;. Temos a sensação de base até que olhamos para o chão e tomamos um susto: não há nada abaixo de nós! Assim que percebemos isso, começamos a cair e buscamos desesperadamente por outra base. Com a nova sensação de pés no chão paramos de olhar para baixo. De fato, a sensação de segurança vem dessa ilusão, cegueira voluntária. A base dura, portanto, até o momento em que algo nos levanta as pálpebras, até que olhamos novamente para baixo e vemos que estamos há tempos andando sem chão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ora, nunca houve penhasco algum! Em nenhum momento de nossas vidas realmente estivemos em um chão seguro. A crise só acontece, pois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;temos a sensação de perder algo que nunca tivemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Desde nosso nascimento, estamos andando céu afora, sem porto seguro, sem referencial último, sem certezas absolutas, sem colo incondicional. Não precisamos nos desesperar quando a vida puxa nosso tapete e perdemos o chão: ele nunca existiu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Curiosamente, ao viver sem bases, ganhamos potência e intensidade. Enquanto buscávamos segurança, deixávamos um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;pé atrás diante dos mergulhos inevitáveis da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;– no outro, nas artes, no mundo e no amor. Agora, na espacialidade sem sustentação, nos jogamos inteiros, com força total. Já que nosso medo é virar nada, cessar de existir, não ser, corremos em sua direção e nos tornamos um imenso nada, para que tudo seja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em nós. Tal" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;em nós. Tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; processo levou Nietzsche a dizer:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Vamos matar o espírito da gravidade!Eu aprendi a andar. Desde então, passei por mim a correr. Eu aprendi a voar. Desde então, não quero que me empurrem para mudar de lugar. Agora sou leve, agora vôo, agora vejo por baixo de mim mesmo, agora um Deus dança em mim!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Bora buscar este Deus!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Prof. Mara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-7810937276774267824?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7810937276774267824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7810937276774267824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7810937276774267824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7810937276774267824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/05/arte-de-pisar-em-nuvens-nos-evitamos-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S9x50fVILMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fbYTJ6oORzI/s72-c/coiote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-986987764763762456</id><published>2010-04-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:39:04.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="line-height: 19.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 17.5pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;A Grande Borboleta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b7b700; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/caetano-veloso/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b7b700;"&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S7ofbchYEzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zui9dseZjZo/s1600/458563-71165-1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S7ofbchYEzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zui9dseZjZo/s200/458563-71165-1280.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;A grande borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Leve numa asa a lua&lt;br /&gt;E o sol na outra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;E entre as duas a seta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;A grande borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Seja completa-Mente solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Às vezes, queremos que as coisas aconteçam num tempo em que ainda não estamos preparados. Falta-nos paciência, perseverança. Esses são os nomes das asas da borboleta. É bem provável que nossa ansiedade queira que isso ocorra mais cedo do que o necessário. Buscamos caminhos alternativos para conseguir o que nos parece essencial. Entretanto, o caminho mais curto não prepara para o vôo. Consequência: não se consegue usufruir plenamente das potencialidades das “asas”. Muitas vezes, buscamos ajuda para um caminho mais fácil e esquecemos que nosso tempo chega com o esforço de quem quer, de fato, romper a crisálida. Às vezes, estamos no tempo de “estar na crisálida”. Já somos borboletas, mas nos falta romper os limites do casulo. Isso requer paciência, persistência e fortalecimento das “asas”. Converse, relacione se, veja as experiências que estão ao redor. Aquiete-se,estude,trabalhe viva com intensidade. Um dia, quando olharmos para trás, veremos que o tempo trouxe competências que não tínhamos. Habilidades inimagináveis, maturidade, força e beleza. Aí, é só abrir as asas e voar. O tempo do casulo nos fez deixar de ser lagartas. O tempo para sair dele nos fez pensar como borboletas. Aquelas têm a firmeza do chão... Infinitas possibilidades dos céus. Paz e vida longa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-986987764763762456?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/986987764763762456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=986987764763762456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/986987764763762456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/986987764763762456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/04/grande-borboleta-caetano-veloso-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S7ofbchYEzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zui9dseZjZo/s72-c/458563-71165-1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-193528471438907872</id><published>2010-03-01T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:27:46.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S4vOi54eL0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/MdHj5ma5Lg8/s320/1155923-8625-ga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Quando recebemos um buquê de rosas vermelhas, você se encanta e se emociona. Mas já parou para entender e vê o resultado de todas elas juntas? Não é olha para a flor, mas para o conjunto delas. Acabamos vendo um aglomerado de pétalas, centenas delas. Mas quando você ganha uma rosa, apenas uma e solitária flor, a gente vê a beleza singular que ela possui. Percebemos os detalhes e odores. A gente vê cada pétala como se fosse única e exclusiva. E pensamos assim: “Aquela flor nasceu para chegar a nossas mãos’. “Aquele botão é meu e de mais ninguém”. É como se aquela flor, concentrasse todo o carinho do ato, todo o amor em uma flor perfeita. Não perdemos tempo escolhendo cada uma das flores de um buquê. Mas se você for presentear alguém com uma rosa, ficará um tempão escolhendo a mais bela e perfeita delas. É isso. E onde eu quero chegar? Relacionando essa única flor escolhida entre tantas ao amor da nossa vida. A diferença fica em relação ao valor que damos a pessoa que escolhemos para amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Prefiro uma rosa a um buquê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Somos homens e mulheres de espírito inquieto. Buscamos na nossa vida maisdo que foi dado. Passamos por grandes provas para nos aproximar dos peixes. Transformamos nossos pés em grandes nadadeiras, seguramos o calor donosso corpo com peles falsas e chegamos ate a levar um novo pulmão em nossas costas. E tudo isto para quê ? Para podermos satisfazer uma paixão, um sonho. Porque nós, algum dia, de alguma forma, fomos apresentados a um mundo novo. Um mundo de silêncio, calma, mistério, respeito e amizade. E esta calma e silêncio nos fizeram esquecer da bagunça e agitação do nosso mundo natal. O mistério envolveu nosso coração sedento de aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;O respeito que aprendemos a ter pelos verdadeiros habitantes desse mundo. Respeito esse que, só depois de ter sentido a inocência de um peixe, a inteligência de um golfinho, a majestade de uma baleia ou mesmo a força de um tubarão, podemos compreender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;E a amizade. Quando vamos até o fundo do mar, descobrimos que ali jamais poderíamos viver sozinhos. Então levamos mais alguem. E esta pessoa, chamada de dupla, companheiro ou simplesmente amigo, passa a ser importante para nós. Porque, além de poder salvar nossa vida, passa a compartilhar tudo que vimos e sentimos. E em duplas, passamos a ter equipes, e estas passam a ser cada vez maiores e mais unidas. E assim entendemos que somos todos velhos amigos mesmo que não nos conheçamos. E esse elo que nos une é maior que todos os outros que já encontramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;E isso faz com que nós mais do que amigos, sejamos irmãos. Faz de nós, mergulhadores.(Jacques Yves Cousteau- Carta aos Mergulhadores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Deixo aqui a minha sugestão... experimente por uma hora agir como um mergulhador! e depois me contem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Abraços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Professora Mara&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/6837911422626456531-193528471438907872?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/193528471438907872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=193528471438907872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/193528471438907872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/193528471438907872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/03/quando-recebemos-um-buque-de-rosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S4vOi54eL0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/MdHj5ma5Lg8/s72-c/1155923-8625-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5146513454363268048</id><published>2010-02-01T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:47:52.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S2cFgHSCNvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_Aela3ORjew/s1600-h/pilobolus+danca+teatro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S2cFgHSCNvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_Aela3ORjew/s200/pilobolus+danca+teatro.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Quando lembramos da palavra “atrito”, parece que é algo que deveríamos e queremos sempre evitar. Ocorre que o atrito é decorrente do relacionar-se com o outro e o que mais precisamos é estar em contato, nos encontrando com outrem. Abaixo um texto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;dusbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Roberto Crema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;, que nos leva a compreender o que podemos aprender quando nos atritarmos com alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Atritos&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém muda ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém muda sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Nós mudamos no encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Simples, mas profundo, preciso.&lt;br /&gt;É nos relacionamentos que nos transformamos.&lt;br /&gt;Somos transformados a partir dos encontros desde que estejamos abertos e livres para sermos impactados pela idéia e o sentimento do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Você já viu a diferença que existe entre as pedras que estão na nascente de um rio e as pedras que estão em sua foz?&lt;br /&gt;As pedras na nascente são toscas, pontiagudas, cheias de arestas. À medida que elas vão sendo carregadas pelo rio, sofrendo a ação da água e se atritando com as outras pedras ao longo de muitos anos, elas vão sendo polidas, desgastadas.&lt;br /&gt;Assim também agem nossos contatos humanos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem eles a vida seria monótona, árida.&lt;br /&gt;A observação mais importante é constatar que não existem sentimentos bons ou ruins sem a existência do outro, sem o seu contato.&lt;br /&gt;Passar pela Vida sem se permitir um relacionamento próximo com o outro é não crescer, não evoluir, não se transformar.&lt;br /&gt;É começar e terminar a existência com uma forma tosca, pontiaguda, amorfa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando olho para trás vejo que hoje carrego em meu ser várias marcas de pessoas extremamente importantes. Pessoas que, no contato com elas me permitiram ir dando forma ao que sou, eliminando arestas, transformando-me em alguém melhor, mais suave, mais harmônico, mais integrado.&lt;br /&gt;Outras, sem dúvida, com suas ações e palavras me criaram novas arestas que precisam ser desbastadas.&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte...&lt;br /&gt;Revezes momentâneos servem para o crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;A isso chamamos experiência.&lt;br /&gt;Penso que existe algo mais profundo ainda, nessa análise.&lt;br /&gt;Começamos a jornada da vida como grandes pedras cheias de excessos.&lt;br /&gt;Os seres de grande valor percebem que ao final da vida foram perdendo todos os excessos que formavam suas arestas, se aproximando cada vez mais de sua essência e ficando cada vez menores, menores, menores...&lt;br /&gt;Quando finalmente aceitamos que somos pequenos, ínfimos, dada a compreensão da existência e importância do outro, e principalmente da grandeza de Deus, é que nos tornamos grandes em valor.&lt;br /&gt;Já viu o tamanho do diamante polido, lapidado?&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos quanto se tira de excesso para chegar no seu âmago.&lt;br /&gt;É lá que está o verdadeiro valor...&lt;br /&gt;Pois Deus fez a cada um de nós com um âmago muito forte e muito parecido com o diamante bruto, constituído de muitos elementos, mas essencialmente de Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu, a cada um de nós, a capacidade de amar... Mas temos que aprender como. Para chegarmos a esse âmago, temos que nos permitir, através dos relacionamentos, ir lapidando todos os excessos que nos impedem de usá-lo, de fazê-lo brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Por muito tempo em minha vida acreditei que amar significava evitar sentimentos ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Não entendia que ser ferir e ser ferido, ter e provocar raiva, ignorar e ser ignorado faz parte da construção do aprendizado do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendia que se aprende a amar sentindo todos estes sentimentos contraditórios e ... os superando.&lt;br /&gt;Ora, esses sentimentos simplesmente não ocorrem se não houver envolvimento...&lt;br /&gt;E envolvimento gera atrito.&lt;br /&gt;Minha palavra final: Atrite-se! Não existe outra forma de descobrir o Amor. E sem ele a Vida não tem significado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-5146513454363268048?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5146513454363268048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5146513454363268048&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5146513454363268048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5146513454363268048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-lembramos-da-palavra-atrito.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/S2cFgHSCNvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_Aela3ORjew/s72-c/pilobolus+danca+teatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5569456003416044381</id><published>2010-01-02T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:16:44.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga indaiatuba'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/Sz-zP8uPitI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fSLiLdlknrY/s1600-h/steve-mccurry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/Sz-zP8uPitI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fSLiLdlknrY/s320/steve-mccurry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Steve McCurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/Sz-zP8uPitI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fSLiLdlknrY/s1600-h/steve-mccurry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Queridos amigos, Amar significa ouvir. Existe uma voz nos chamando e quer que nós a escutemos. Pode ser que sejam os nossos sentimentos, as nossas percepções, o nosso corpo que esteja nos chamando querendo que nós o escutemos. É muito importante que prestemos atenção a estas vozes, pois a capacidade de nos escutar é o alicerce de nossa capacidade de escutar os outros. A capacidade de amar os outros depende da capacidade de amarmos a nós mesmos. Eu gostaria de convidá-los a praticar Yoga. Yoga nos ajuda a voltar para dentro de nós e escutar profundamente nossas necessidades, porque, somente quando somos capazes de ouvir nossas necessidades, podemos começar a nos aceitar e a nos amar. E nosso amor pelos outros, por outros seres, depende desta capacidade de amarmos a nós mesmos. Toda vez que executamos um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ā&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;sana, seguimos nossa respiração para voltarmos para dentro de nós mesmos e nos escutarmos profundamente: “Escute, escute, este som maravilhoso me traz de volta ao meu verdadeiro lar.”. Voltamos pra casa com amorosidade, com segurança; e devemos estar praticando juntos. Durante a prática nós apenas prestamos atenção, apenas escutamos. Não pensamos em mais nada. Nós permitimos que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ā&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;sana entre profundamente dentro do nosso corpo, dos nossos sentimentos, e escutamos a nós mesmos, e simplesmente temos prazer em ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Agende sua aula pelo fone: (19) 9102-7473 com a Professora Mara e, por favor, não elabore nenhum pensamento, apenas esteja presente e escute e escute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/Sz-3aQ6yXCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6-weJHmsp2g/s1600-h/imagem.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/Sz-3aQ6yXCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6-weJHmsp2g/s200/imagem.GIF" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/6837911422626456531-5569456003416044381?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5569456003416044381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5569456003416044381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5569456003416044381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5569456003416044381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2010/01/steve-mccurry-queridos-amigos-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/Sz-zP8uPitI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fSLiLdlknrY/s72-c/steve-mccurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-6210758318999985358</id><published>2009-12-01T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:35:13.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SxV9on8ga2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/yUAgFa5pNs4/s1600/0aabolhas-de-sabao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SxV9on8ga2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/yUAgFa5pNs4/s320/0aabolhas-de-sabao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;YOGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 11.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Seja em Sânscrito, seja em português,&lt;br /&gt;Em inglês ou em Francês,&lt;br /&gt;Não é meu, nem de Vocês,&lt;br /&gt;Nem hindu, nem holandês,&lt;br /&gt;Não é Índia, nem Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;Nem é branco, nem anil,&lt;br /&gt;Se é quadrado ou redondo,&lt;br /&gt;Nem me importo a tal ponto!&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é o que se sente,&lt;br /&gt;Ao praticar, meditar e ficar só com a gente!&lt;br /&gt;De pé e deitado,&lt;br /&gt;Sente, relaxe,&lt;br /&gt;Deite e medite&lt;br /&gt;Inspire e Expire,&lt;br /&gt;Flexione ou Estique,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa mais a ação,&lt;br /&gt;Agora você entendeu&lt;br /&gt;Que sentir é a melhor razão,&lt;br /&gt;Quando se faz algo com emoção,&lt;br /&gt;E que venha do fundo do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a Essência do que Patanjali compilou e nos deixou!&lt;br /&gt;(por Adriana Vieira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Venha experimentar este&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;SENTIR&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;conosco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-6210758318999985358?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/6210758318999985358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=6210758318999985358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6210758318999985358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6210758318999985358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2009/12/yoga-seja-em-sanscrito-seja-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SxV9on8ga2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/yUAgFa5pNs4/s72-c/0aabolhas-de-sabao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-2788253950036601077</id><published>2009-02-08T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:11:32.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sermão da montanha</title><content type='html'>Estava tudo zen... eu me julgando feliz e achando que sempre faço o bem, até me deparar com isto :&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300482459724173810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SY8YtsYMUfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xgX2qs3WrDo/s400/sermao-cor300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O SERMÃO DA MONTANHA&lt;br /&gt;Mateus Capítulo : 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jesus, pois, vendo as multidões, subiu ao monte; e, tendo se assentado, aproximaram-se os seus discípulos,&lt;br /&gt;e ele se pôs a ensiná-los, dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os humildes de espírito, porque deles é o reino dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os que choram, porque eles serão consolados.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os mansos, porque eles herdarão a terra.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os que têm fome e sede de justiça porque eles serão fartos.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os misericordiosos, porque eles alcançarão misericórdia.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os limpos de coração, porque eles verão a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os pacificadores, porque eles serão chamados filhos de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os que são perseguidos por causa da justiça, porque deles é o reino dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados sois vós, quando vos injuriarem e perseguiram e, mentindo, disserem todo mal contra vós por minha causa.&lt;br /&gt;Alegrai-vos e exultai, porque é grande o vosso galardão nos céus; porque assim perseguiram aos profetas que foram antes de vós.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois o sal da terra; mas se o sal se tornar insípido, com que se há de restaurar-lhe o sabor? para nada mais presta, senão para ser lançado fora, e ser pisado pelos homens.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a luz do mundo. Não se pode esconder uma cidade situada sobre um monte;&lt;br /&gt;nem os que acendem uma candeia a colocam debaixo do alqueire, mas no velador, e assim ilumina a todos que estão na casa.&lt;br /&gt;Assim resplandeça a vossa luz diante dos homens, para que vejam as vossas boas obras, e glorifiquem a vosso Pai, que está nos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Não penseis que vim destruir a lei ou os profetas; não vim destruir, mas cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque em verdade vos digo que, até que o céu e a terra passem, de modo nenhum passará da lei um só i ou um só til, até que tudo seja cumprido.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer, pois, que violar um destes mandamentos, por menor que seja, e assim ensinar aos homens, será chamado o menor no reino dos céus; aquele, porém, que os cumprir e ensinar será chamado grande no reino dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu vos digo que, se a vossa justiça não exceder a dos escribas e fariseus, de modo nenhum entrareis no reino dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvistes que foi dito aos antigos: Não matarás; e, Quem matar será réu de juízo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, porém, vos digo que todo aquele que se encolerizar contra seu irmão, será réu de juízo; e quem disser a seu irmão: Raca, será réu diante do sinédrio; e quem lhe disser: Tolo, será réu do fogo do inferno.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, se estiveres apresentando a tua oferta no altar, e aí te lembrares de que teu irmão tem alguma coisa contra ti,&lt;br /&gt;deixa ali diante do altar a tua oferta, e vai conciliar-te primeiro com teu irmão, e depois vem apresentar a tua oferta.&lt;br /&gt;Concilia-te depressa com o teu adversário, enquanto estás no caminho com ele; para que não aconteça que o adversário te entregue ao guarda, e sejas lançado na prisão.&lt;br /&gt;Em verdade te digo que de maneira nenhuma sairás dali enquanto não pagares o último ceitil.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvistes que foi dito: Não adulterarás.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, porém, vos digo que todo aquele que olhar para uma mulher para a cobiçar, já em seu coração cometeu adultério com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Se o teu olho direito te faz tropeçar, arranca-o e lança-o de ti; pois te é melhor que se perca um dos teus membros do que seja todo o teu corpo lançado no inferno.&lt;br /&gt;E, se a tua mão direita te faz tropeçar, corta-a e lança-a de ti; pois te é melhor que se perca um dos teus membros do que vá todo o teu corpo para o inferno.&lt;br /&gt;Também foi dito: Quem repudiar sua mulher, dê-lhe carta de divórcio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, porém, vos digo que todo aquele que repudia sua mulher, a não ser por causa de infidelidade, a faz adúltera; e quem casar com a repudiada, comete adultério.&lt;br /&gt;Outrossim, ouvistes que foi dito aos antigos: Não jurarás falso, mas cumprirás para com o Senhor os teus juramentos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, porém, vos digo que de maneira nenhuma jureis; nem pelo céu, porque é o trono de Deus;&lt;br /&gt;nem pela terra, porque é o escabelo de seus pés; nem por Jerusalém, porque é a cidade do grande Rei;&lt;br /&gt;nem jures pela tua cabeça, porque não podes tornar um só cabelo branco ou preto.&lt;br /&gt;Seja, porém, o vosso falar: Sim, sim; não, não; pois o que passa daí, vem do Maligno.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvistes que foi dito: Olho por olho, e dente por dente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, porém, vos digo que não resistais ao homem mau; mas a qualquer que te bater na face direita, oferece-lhe também a outra;&lt;br /&gt;e ao que quiser pleitear contigo, e tirar-te a túnica, larga-lhe também a capa;&lt;br /&gt;e, se qualquer te obrigar a caminhar mil passos, vai com ele dois mil.&lt;br /&gt;Dá a quem te pedir, e não voltes as costas ao que quiser que lhe emprestes.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvistes que foi dito: Amarás ao teu próximo, e odiarás ao teu inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, porém, vos digo: Amai aos vossos inimigos, e orai pelos que vos perseguem;&lt;br /&gt;para que vos torneis filhos do vosso Pai que está nos céus; porque ele faz nascer o seu sol sobre maus e bons, e faz chover sobre justos e injustos.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, se amardes aos que vos amam, que recompensa tereis? Não fazem os publicanos também o mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;E, se saudardes somente os vossos irmãos, que fazeis demais? não fazem os gentios também o mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Sede vós, pois, perfeitos, como é perfeito o vosso Pai celestial.&lt;br /&gt;Mateus Capítulo : 6&lt;br /&gt;Guardai-vos de fazer as vossas boas obras diante dos homens, para serdes vistos por eles; de outra sorte não tereis recompensa junto de vosso Pai, que está nos céus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando, pois, deres esmola, não faças tocar trombeta diante de ti, como fazem os hipócritas nas sinagogas e nas ruas, para serem glorificados pelos homens. Em verdade vos digo que já receberam a sua recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando tu deres esmola, não saiba a tua mão esquerda o que faz a direita;&lt;br /&gt;para que a tua esmola fique em secreto; e teu Pai, que vê em secreto, te recompensará.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando orardes, não sejais como os hipócritas; pois gostam de orar em pé nas sinagogas, e às esquinas das ruas, para serem vistos pelos homens. Em verdade vos digo que já receberam a sua recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu, quando orares, entra no teu quarto e, fechando a porta, ora a teu Pai que está em secreto; e teu Pai, que vê em secreto, te recompensará.&lt;br /&gt;E, orando, não useis de vãs repetições, como os gentios; porque pensam que pelo seu muito falar serão ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Não vos assemelheis, pois, a eles; porque vosso Pai sabe o que vos é necessário, antes de vós lho pedirdes.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, orai vós deste modo: Pai nosso que estás nos céus, santificado seja o teu nome;&lt;br /&gt;venha o teu reino, seja feita a tua vontade, assim na terra como no céu;&lt;br /&gt;o pão nosso de cada dia nos dá hoje;&lt;br /&gt;e perdoa-nos as nossas dívidas, assim como nós também temos perdoado aos nossos devedores;&lt;br /&gt;e não nos deixes entrar em tentação; mas livra-nos do mal. [Porque teu é o reino e o poder, e a glória, para sempre, Amém.]&lt;br /&gt;Porque, se perdoardes aos homens as suas ofensas, também vosso Pai celestial vos perdoará a vós;&lt;br /&gt;se, porém, não perdoardes aos homens, tampouco vosso Pai perdoará vossas ofensas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando jejuardes, não vos mostreis contristados como os hipócritas; porque eles desfiguram os seus rostos, para que os homens vejam que estão jejuando. Em verdade vos digo que já receberam a sua recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, porém, quando jejuares, unge a tua cabeça, e lava o teu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;para não mostrar aos homens que estás jejuando, mas a teu Pai, que está em secreto; e teu Pai, que vê em secreto, te recompensará.&lt;br /&gt;Não ajunteis para vós tesouros na terra; onde a traça e a ferrugem os consomem, e onde os ladrões minam e roubam;&lt;br /&gt;mas ajuntai para vós tesouros no céu, onde nem a traça nem a ferrugem os consumem, e onde os ladrões não minam nem roubam.&lt;br /&gt;Porque onde estiver o teu tesouro, aí estará também o teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;A candeia do corpo são os olhos; de sorte que, se os teus olhos forem bons, todo teu corpo terá luz;&lt;br /&gt;se, porém, os teus olhos forem maus, o teu corpo será tenebroso. Se, portanto, a luz que em ti há são trevas, quão grandes são tais trevas!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode servir a dois senhores; porque ou há de odiar a um e amar o outro, ou há de dedicar-se a um e desprezar o outro. Não podeis servir a Deus e às riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vos digo: Não estejais ansiosos quanto à vossa vida, pelo que haveis de comer, ou pelo que haveis de beber; nem, quanto ao vosso corpo, pelo que haveis de vestir. Não é a vida mais do que o alimento, e o corpo mais do que o vestuário?&lt;br /&gt;Olhai para as aves do céu, que não semeiam, nem ceifam, nem ajuntam em celeiros; e vosso Pai celestial as alimenta. Não valeis vós muito mais do que elas?&lt;br /&gt;Ora, qual de vós, por mais ansioso que esteja, pode acrescentar um côvado à sua estatura?&lt;br /&gt;E pelo que haveis de vestir, por que andais ansiosos? Olhai para os lírios do campo, como crescem; não trabalham nem fiam;&lt;br /&gt;contudo vos digo que nem mesmo Salomão em toda a sua glória se vestiu como um deles.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, se Deus assim veste a erva do campo, que hoje existe e amanhã é lançada no forno, quanto mais a vós, homens de pouca fé?&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, não vos inquieteis, dizendo: Que havemos de comer? ou: Que havemos de beber? ou: Com que nos havemos de vestir?&lt;br /&gt;(Pois a todas estas coisas os gentios procuram.) Porque vosso Pai celestial sabe que precisais de tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas buscai primeiro o seu reino e a sua justiça, e todas estas coisas vos serão acrescentadas.&lt;br /&gt;Não vos inquieteis, pois, pelo dia de amanhã; porque o dia de amanhã cuidará de si mesmo. Basta a cada dia o seu mal.&lt;br /&gt;Mateus Capítulo : 7&lt;br /&gt;Não julgueis, para que não sejais julgados.&lt;br /&gt;Porque com o juízo com que julgais, sereis julgados; e com a medida com que medis vos medirão a vós.&lt;br /&gt;E por que vês o argueiro no olho do teu irmão, e não reparas na trave que está no teu olho?&lt;br /&gt;Ou como dirás a teu irmão: Deixa-me tirar o argueiro do teu olho, quando tens a trave no teu?Hipócrita! tira primeiro a trave do teu olho; e então verás bem para tirar o argueiro do olho do teu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Não deis aos cães o que é santo, nem lanceis aos porcos as vossas pérolas, para não acontecer que as calquem aos pés e, voltando-se, vos despedacem.&lt;br /&gt;Pedi, e dar-se-vos-á; buscai, e achareis; batei e abrir-se-vos-á.&lt;br /&gt;Pois todo o que pede, recebe; e quem busca, acha; e ao que bate, abrir-se-lhe-á.&lt;br /&gt;Ou qual dentre vós é o homem que, se seu filho lhe pedir pão, lhe dará uma pedra?&lt;br /&gt;Ou, se lhe pedir peixe, lhe dará uma serpente?&lt;br /&gt;Se vós, pois, sendo maus, sabeis dar boas dádivas a vossos filhos, quanto mais vosso Pai, que está nos céus, dará boas coisas aos que lhas pedirem?&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, tudo o que vós quereis que os homens vos façam, fazei-lho também vós a eles; porque esta é a lei e os profetas.&lt;br /&gt;Entrai pela porta estreita; porque larga é a porta, e espaçoso o caminho que conduz à perdição, e muitos são os que entram por ela;&lt;br /&gt;e porque estreita é a porta, e apertado o caminho que conduz à vida, e poucos são os que a encontram.&lt;br /&gt;Guardai-vos dos falsos profetas, que vêm a vós disfarçados em ovelhas, mas interiormente são lobos devoradores.&lt;br /&gt;Pelos seus frutos os conhecereis. Colhem-se, porventura, uvas dos espinheiros, ou figos dos abrolhos?&lt;br /&gt;Assim, toda árvore boa produz bons frutos; porém a árvore má produz frutos maus.&lt;br /&gt;Uma árvore boa não pode dar maus frutos; nem uma árvore má dar frutos bons.&lt;br /&gt;Toda árvore que não produz bom fruto é cortada e lançada no fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, pelos seus frutos os conhecereis.&lt;br /&gt;Nem todo o que me diz: Senhor, Senhor! entrará no reino dos céus, mas aquele que faz a vontade de meu Pai, que está nos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos me dirão naquele dia: Senhor, Senhor, não profetizamos nós em teu nome? e em teu nome não expulsamos demônios? E em teu nome não fizemos muitos milagres?&lt;br /&gt;Então lhes direi claramente: Nunca vos conheci; apartai-vos de mim, vós que praticais a iniquidade.&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele, pois, que ouve estas minhas palavras e as põe em prática, será comparado a um homem prudente, que edificou a casa sobre a rocha.&lt;br /&gt;E desceu a chuva, correram as torrentes, sopraram os ventos, e bateram com ímpeto contra aquela casa; contudo não caiu, porque estava fundada sobre a rocha.&lt;br /&gt;Mas todo aquele que ouve estas minhas palavras, e não as põe em prática, será comparado a um homem insensato, que edificou a sua casa sobre a areia.&lt;br /&gt;E desceu a chuva, correram as torrentes, sopraram os ventos, e bateram com ímpeto contra aquela casa, e ela caiu; e grande foi a sua queda.&lt;br /&gt;Ao concluir Jesus este discurso, as multidões se maravilhavam da sua doutrina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;porque as ensinava como tendo autoridade, e não como os escribas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Já sabia disso há anos, nasci e cresci na igreja, mas ainda me faltava  um olhar profundo a estas palavras. Agradeço a Wilsom Serqueira por ter me tirado da zona de conforto na qual me encontrava, acredito agora que o trabalho em me tornar uma pessoa melhor será árduo.&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/6837911422626456531-2788253950036601077?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/2788253950036601077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=2788253950036601077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2788253950036601077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2788253950036601077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2009/02/sermao-da-montanha.html' title='sermão da montanha'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SY8YtsYMUfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xgX2qs3WrDo/s72-c/sermao-cor300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4420672881272882284</id><published>2009-01-11T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:46:56.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SWqEzjIeE5I/AAAAAAAAAck/YVqEjvAc9Vs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290186733439030162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SWqEzjIeE5I/AAAAAAAAAck/YVqEjvAc9Vs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Caminhos..... os meus ou os dos outros???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-4420672881272882284?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4420672881272882284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4420672881272882284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4420672881272882284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4420672881272882284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2009/01/caminhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SWqEzjIeE5I/AAAAAAAAAck/YVqEjvAc9Vs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7434099350926324464</id><published>2009-01-05T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:08:04.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mandei alguém para o inferno... e eu nem sei como é lá. _ mas tenho medo...espero que ele não vá !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SWKgYufXSsI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zhHB7t8nuqw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287965259143269058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SWKgYufXSsI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zhHB7t8nuqw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ei ! Plis !!! Não seja obediente dessa vez !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-7434099350926324464?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7434099350926324464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7434099350926324464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7434099350926324464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7434099350926324464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2009/01/mandei-algum-para-o-inferno.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SWKgYufXSsI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zhHB7t8nuqw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3475345600079502729</id><published>2009-01-01T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:01:05.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;e então... 2009... e os Lopes de Oliveira a inovar rsrsr e o Presidente já decidiu, ninguem mais a TREMAR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SV0gTlgyboI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-zwBE2MdsW8/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286417058462068354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SV0gTlgyboI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-zwBE2MdsW8/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SV0fUZWtA2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/k5kvq6GIxeY/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286415972866786146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SV0fUZWtA2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/k5kvq6GIxeY/s400/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-3475345600079502729?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3475345600079502729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3475345600079502729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3475345600079502729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3475345600079502729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-ento.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SV0gTlgyboI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-zwBE2MdsW8/s72-c/DSC00732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3260679820613085652</id><published>2008-12-30T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:56:39.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SVrRSW-NvEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gOkQkIydC_0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285767226007075906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SVrRSW-NvEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gOkQkIydC_0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu quero deixar aqui os meus desejos para 2008 que serão realizados :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alguns eu consegui, então valos lá ao balanço !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- crescimento espiritual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- tive provas de que vale a pena ter fé !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ganhar bastante dindin com o meu trabalho ( instrutora de Yoga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- deu certo esta acontecendo, logo logo serei apenas instrutora de Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- visitar Dr. Roberto Teixeira pelo menos 2 vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- fui uma vez....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- voltar a dirigir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- optei pela bike, mais econômica rsrsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- comprar meu cantinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- já tinha ele aqui e não sabia !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me matricular para o Sivananda de 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- ficou para 2010.... mas eu vou !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- rever amigos da Etecap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- não fiz, acho que foi nostalgia do momento, se bem que gostaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- passar pelo menos alguns dias com o Ailton (Este ano não deu...snif)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- foi só uma noite, mas ele esta bem feliz e "casado"!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ir na Formatura do meu irmão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- ele pisou na bola - DP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ver meus sobrinhos felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- há , isto estão !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ler muitos livros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- aqui foi eu que pisei na bola, estou tentando a meses ler um Saramago e não consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- passar adiante tudo que aprender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- estou tentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me tornar uma pessoa melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Consegui !!!!! mas ainda quero mais !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- saber agradecer a Deus pelas pequenas coisas que eu ganhar do mesmo jeito que agradeço as coisas grandes!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Aprendendo.... sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- quero paz aos homens de boa vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- na faixa de Gaza, estão pisando feio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- quero todas as pessoas que amo com saúde e em harmonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- todas muito bem, em resalvo uma ... LÚCIA... MAS SERÁ UMA VENCEDORA !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- quero o meu trabalho e o da Neure, como ela mesmo diz BOMBANDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Bombando é brincadeira - 50 pessoas na festa de Natal.... uma grande alegria para nós !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e quero também um namorado que me ame, que seja bom, inteligente, educado e lindo é claro srsrsr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- este está a caminho, chega em fevereiro.... desse jeitinho ai !!!! rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a ordem, mas quero e terei tudo isto se for para o meu bem e das pessoas envolvidas !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E 2008 foi assim muito bom, diria que um ano preparativo para 2009... agora é continuar a adubar a vida e colher os louros !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ótimo 2008 para todos e volto só depois do Carnaval !&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E o que eu quero para 2009 ? Ai.... fiquei modesta.... só quero ser feliz !!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namastê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-3260679820613085652?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3260679820613085652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3260679820613085652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3260679820613085652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3260679820613085652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-eu-quero-deixar-aqui-os-meus-desejos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SVrRSW-NvEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gOkQkIydC_0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8985110223826288102</id><published>2008-11-09T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:07:12.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SRds63_wrRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TI6E6KEbfno/s1600-h/gato+morto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266798047952678162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SRds63_wrRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TI6E6KEbfno/s400/gato+morto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje eu vi um gato morto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Morto por um cão, disse o frentista do posto de combustível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fiquei comovida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vejo partes de vacas mortas todos os dias, embora não as coma, não fico comovida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me lembro de uma passagem do Alf - ETeimoso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Numca mais como gatos, inteiros são tão bonitinhos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quanto ao gato morto eu não fiz nada, só fiquei a observar, assim como faço com as vacas mortas que vejo.&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/6837911422626456531-8985110223826288102?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8985110223826288102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8985110223826288102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8985110223826288102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8985110223826288102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-eu-vi-um-gato-morto.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SRds63_wrRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TI6E6KEbfno/s72-c/gato+morto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4139196563535083491</id><published>2008-11-05T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:33:29.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Estou triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fico triste quando os conflitos aparecem e não sou gente grande o bastante pra lidar com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tenho assas, mas ainda não sei voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265319165039358082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SRIr4j06MII/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZILUHfF41IM/s400/20080801040941-triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tinha assas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Agora doem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alguém sabe me dizer o quanto demora para cicatrizar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O tempo de um sorriso ?&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/6837911422626456531-4139196563535083491?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4139196563535083491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4139196563535083491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4139196563535083491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4139196563535083491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/11/triste.html' title='Triste'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SRIr4j06MII/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZILUHfF41IM/s72-c/20080801040941-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4971645882251026470</id><published>2008-09-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:25:46.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...dos outros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMlihNYaHDI/AAAAAAAAATw/3i83LHwhjv0/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244831563716893746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMlihNYaHDI/AAAAAAAAATw/3i83LHwhjv0/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Setesois diz:&lt;br /&gt;quando a lua despertar eu andarei por aí a divagar, procurando que o destino faço com que te possa encontrar , quando a lua despertar irei te abraçar e dizer tudo aquilo que sempre te quiz falar, quando a lua despertar iremos os dois passear pelos montes e pelo mar, e quando o sol nascer e a lua se for deitar estaremos lá para ver a magia do a (mar)&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/6837911422626456531-4971645882251026470?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4971645882251026470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4971645882251026470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4971645882251026470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4971645882251026470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/09/dos-outros.html' title='...dos outros...'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMlihNYaHDI/AAAAAAAAATw/3i83LHwhjv0/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4855331835165210298</id><published>2008-09-10T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:51:31.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMhrK2KcmiI/AAAAAAAAATo/88ZKrALIAcw/s1600-h/2007100300_blog_uncovering_org_joao_pedro_goncalves_aat-tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244559600155138594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMhrK2KcmiI/AAAAAAAAATo/88ZKrALIAcw/s400/2007100300_blog_uncovering_org_joao_pedro_goncalves_aat-tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que você quiser de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não peça por favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Possua enquanto eu tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto eu for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixe o espelho refletir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu desejo por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-4855331835165210298?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4855331835165210298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4855331835165210298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4855331835165210298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4855331835165210298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-voc-quiser-de-mim-no-pea-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMhrK2KcmiI/AAAAAAAAATo/88ZKrALIAcw/s72-c/2007100300_blog_uncovering_org_joao_pedro_goncalves_aat-tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7857547525476080150</id><published>2008-09-07T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:59:16.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMR3PS-kuFI/AAAAAAAAATg/ovXejAun2dI/s1600-h/MULHER89.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243446970842134610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMR3PS-kuFI/AAAAAAAAATg/ovXejAun2dI/s400/MULHER89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;setesois_31 : e aí gata&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : coisa linda&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : diz coisas&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : rsrsr&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : este fim de semana com grande moca fiz um poema&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : chamado mulher&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : que legal... um poeta !!!&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : adoro escrever coisas doidas&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : meu mouse tá uma M.&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : tem como me mandar?&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : posso te escrever aqui ainda ta em rascunho&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : legal&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fuma-se ganza, com alcool acompanhar. embalamos numa dança, enquanto o corpo aguentar. tendas de muitas cores, lares de muitos amores, misturan-se os odores senten-se os tambores correm os rumores....  trocaram favores.   mulher tatooda, mulher mal criada, mulher marcada vida amargurada.  mulher mulher!!   mulher que dá risada , tenda mal montada numa noite passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;setesois_31 : ainda tenho k arranjar&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : uns pontos e tal&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : mas ficou bem legal....&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : era o k tava a ver nakela horas&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : eu gostei....&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : gostei mesmo&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : sem problema se nao gostar problema seu&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : por mim tasse&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : nao escrevo para vender&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : que nada.... eu gostei&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : só não sei comentar poemas rsr&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : nao comenta nada&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : kkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : nao precisa&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : ok ja tenho o som k kero&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : posso usá-lo?&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : que bom...&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : o que?&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : o poema... por no meu blog&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : por mim pode&lt;br /&gt;setesois_31 : sem problema&lt;br /&gt;sombradalua : oba!!!!&lt;/span&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/6837911422626456531-7857547525476080150?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7857547525476080150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7857547525476080150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7857547525476080150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7857547525476080150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/09/setesois31-e-gata-setesois31-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SMR3PS-kuFI/AAAAAAAAATg/ovXejAun2dI/s72-c/MULHER89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-509891385828563066</id><published>2008-08-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:10:12.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SKorX06PXfI/AAAAAAAAATY/ptgVS4Vit7Y/s1600-h/erotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236045205111528946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SKorX06PXfI/AAAAAAAAATY/ptgVS4Vit7Y/s400/erotic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e o beijo foi dado, ganhado, roubado....sei lá, lol&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/6837911422626456531-509891385828563066?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/509891385828563066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=509891385828563066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/509891385828563066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/509891385828563066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-o-beijo-foi-dado-ganhado-roubado.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SKorX06PXfI/AAAAAAAAATY/ptgVS4Vit7Y/s72-c/erotic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8662039619421094089</id><published>2008-07-31T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:19:06.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SJJiB9_lUgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7rRE3dkJcPg/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229349903291208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SJJiB9_lUgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7rRE3dkJcPg/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Sufoca-me o beijo não dado, o sussurro que ecoa no véu do meu delírio. .... superando a suposta tempestade e o sol já... Não houve tempestade, nem mesmo uma maré brava...tudo silenciou ! O "quase" não gosto... E o bem-estar, tão almejado, tão essencial, parece não caber...&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/6837911422626456531-8662039619421094089?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8662039619421094089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8662039619421094089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8662039619421094089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8662039619421094089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/sufoca-me-o-beijo-no-dado-o-sussurro.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SJJiB9_lUgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7rRE3dkJcPg/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4395013054288931714</id><published>2008-07-29T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:36:57.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O carteiro de Pablo Neruda como dizem os portugueses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ontem assisti: O carteiro e o Poeta, e percebi como somos importantes para algumas pessoas e nem sabemos; deixo aqui um pouquinho do Neruda para quem me acha importante e eu &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ainda&lt;/span&gt; não percebi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228614399999511746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SI_FGCt2jMI/AAAAAAAAATI/-Pjrlc4WdMg/s400/1462267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que ontem cantava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;já não canta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Morreu de uma flor na boca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;não do espinho na garganta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele amava a água sem sede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;e, em verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;tendo asas, fitava o tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;livre de necessidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não foi desejo ou imprudência:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;não foi nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E o dia toca em silêncioa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;desventura causada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se acaso isso é desventura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ir-se a vida sobre uma rosa tão bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;por uma tênue ferida.&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/6837911422626456531-4395013054288931714?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4395013054288931714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4395013054288931714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4395013054288931714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4395013054288931714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-carteiro-de-pablo-neruda-como-dizem.html' title='O carteiro de Pablo Neruda como dizem os portugueses'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SI_FGCt2jMI/AAAAAAAAATI/-Pjrlc4WdMg/s72-c/1462267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4504557819012975452</id><published>2008-07-25T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:25:15.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amei esta arte !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIqKpYyHhLI/AAAAAAAAATA/JuEu3B7fyGg/s1600-h/969118%2Bs(350!x379!).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227142761148810418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIqKpYyHhLI/AAAAAAAAATA/JuEu3B7fyGg/s400/969118%2Bs(350!x379!).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;A ARTE DO OSSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um corte profundo na pele revela o osso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Todos os dias, quando isso acontece, os olhos preferem a imagem daquele neon que brilha gritando algo que ainda não sei bem o que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nunca dá tempo de saber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ele se apaga, e num piscar de olhos, vai embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mas o jogo da cidade é esse mesmo: a velha brincadeira do esconde-esconde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E se é assim que funciona, como podemos encontrar você? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Onde podemos fazer isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se eu tirar minha roupa, talvez fiquemos mais próximos, e cada vez mais próximos do osso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas devo avisar que, de qualquer maneira, ele só existe em seus olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E estes, por sua vez, sempre provocam um corte profundo na pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E revelam tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por João Riveros&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/6837911422626456531-4504557819012975452?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIqKpYyHhLI/AAAAAAAAATA/JuEu3B7fyGg/s72-c/969118%2Bs(350!x379!).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8297711934132642737</id><published>2008-07-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:39:04.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIZu-89L1II/AAAAAAAAAS4/yTuU3S7s06w/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225986445403739266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIZu-89L1II/AAAAAAAAAS4/yTuU3S7s06w/s400/DSC00088.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Descuidados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus... e ainda a nuvem que não chove!&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/6837911422626456531-8297711934132642737?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8297711934132642737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8297711934132642737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8297711934132642737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8297711934132642737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/falta-descuidados-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIZu-89L1II/AAAAAAAAAS4/yTuU3S7s06w/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8118440149523450899</id><published>2008-07-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:30:06.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIYKk-1jAVI/AAAAAAAAASw/Qmjt0H9dWME/s1600-h/coracoes_secos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225876048069198162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIYKk-1jAVI/AAAAAAAAASw/Qmjt0H9dWME/s400/coracoes_secos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Descuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou assim, assim... triste...  Uma chuva justificaria... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas inverno, e não chove faz um tempão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8118440149523450899?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8118440149523450899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8118440149523450899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8118440149523450899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8118440149523450899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/falta-descuidado-estou-assim-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SIYKk-1jAVI/AAAAAAAAASw/Qmjt0H9dWME/s72-c/coracoes_secos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3326270053002826560</id><published>2008-07-17T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:59:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SH_oQtaQJhI/AAAAAAAAASo/F8mLbZvlT24/s1600-h/ausencia%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224149466538321426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SH_oQtaQJhI/AAAAAAAAASo/F8mLbZvlT24/s400/ausencia%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; E, em algum lugar, tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt;, o mundo em silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Essa contenção, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuvem&lt;/span&gt; que ainda não choveu, esse vir a ser que espera, e então é isso&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;espera&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/6837911422626456531-3326270053002826560?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3326270053002826560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3326270053002826560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3326270053002826560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3326270053002826560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/voc.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SH_oQtaQJhI/AAAAAAAAASo/F8mLbZvlT24/s72-c/ausencia%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8922835439920545194</id><published>2008-07-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:57:19.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É Rock!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHol0xpfGbI/AAAAAAAAASY/m1MGBccbHDQ/s1600-h/live_aid.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528306500278706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHol0xpfGbI/AAAAAAAAASY/m1MGBccbHDQ/s400/live_aid.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O Dia Mundial do Rock foi instituído em 1985, quando foi realizado o concerto Live Aid em benefício das vítimas da fome na Etiópia. O espetáculo foi organizado pelo músico Bob Geldof e teve a participação de vários astros de rock.&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/6837911422626456531-8922835439920545194?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8922835439920545194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8922835439920545194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8922835439920545194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8922835439920545194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock.html' title='É Rock!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHol0xpfGbI/AAAAAAAAASY/m1MGBccbHDQ/s72-c/live_aid.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-6622235570946860161</id><published>2008-07-09T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:02:36.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHUmTYlP4AI/AAAAAAAAASI/6JT3anDyazg/s1600-h/09baleia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221121457464008706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHUmTYlP4AI/AAAAAAAAASI/6JT3anDyazg/s400/09baleia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fiquei comovida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alguém disse uma vez que a dor da morte para um elefante, neste caso aqui - uma beleia, e uma formiga é a mesma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Valorize a vida, tenha ela a forma que tiver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221122054446224642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHUm2Ig5lQI/AAAAAAAAASQ/urcM0yq_mec/s400/normal_66307_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-6622235570946860161?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/6622235570946860161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=6622235570946860161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6622235570946860161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6622235570946860161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/fiquei-comovida-algum-disse-uma-vez-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHUmTYlP4AI/AAAAAAAAASI/6JT3anDyazg/s72-c/09baleia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8529490191007502333</id><published>2008-07-07T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:42:26.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há 18 anos.... e ainda dói....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHIPE3lCyEI/AAAAAAAAASA/T71Vc2l0GO0/s1600-h/245540-3937-cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220251494389041218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHIPE3lCyEI/AAAAAAAAASA/T71Vc2l0GO0/s400/245540-3937-cp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Culpa de Estimação&lt;br /&gt;Cazuza&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Cazuza / Roberto Frejat&lt;br /&gt;Por onde eu ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Levo ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A minha namorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cheirosa e bem tratada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não sei se o nome dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É Eva ou Adão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É religiosa por formação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A minha culpa de estimação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se alguém me ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ela diz que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se nem me notam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ela diz: "Por que não?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É a minha companheira inseparável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sua fidelidade é incomparável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E me perdoa por não ter razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A minha culpa de estimação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E me aceita o pior dos tarados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um ser mesquinho tropeçando no nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Guarda segredo e diz que não é chantagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que ninguém vai saber das minhas bobagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Me dá um calmante e diz que é pra eu ser bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A minha culpa de estimação(Ela é de estimação)&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/6837911422626456531-8529490191007502333?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8529490191007502333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8529490191007502333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8529490191007502333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8529490191007502333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/07/h-18-anos-e-ainda-di.html' title='Há 18 anos.... e ainda dói....'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SHIPE3lCyEI/AAAAAAAAASA/T71Vc2l0GO0/s72-c/245540-3937-cp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7146004500859317950</id><published>2008-06-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:30:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SGbkB1HwwBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qp8QBuQhDZQ/s1600-h/800782-0482-cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217107938445934610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SGbkB1HwwBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qp8QBuQhDZQ/s400/800782-0482-cp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Futuros Amantes&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Chico Buarque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O amor não tem pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ele pode esperar em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Num fundo de armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na posta-restante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milênios, milênios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No arE quem sabe, então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O Rio seráAlguma cidade submersa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Os escafandristas virão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Explorar sua casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seu quarto, suas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sua alma, desvãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sábios em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tentarão decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O eco de antigas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mentiras, retratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se amarão sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com o amor que eu um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixei pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para um tal de Jofé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/6837911422626456531-7146004500859317950?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7146004500859317950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7146004500859317950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7146004500859317950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7146004500859317950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/06/futuros-amantes-chico-buarque-composio.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SGbkB1HwwBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qp8QBuQhDZQ/s72-c/800782-0482-cp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5761613609585549095</id><published>2008-06-27T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:15:32.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutti buonna gente!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SGWBSwQi_YI/AAAAAAAAARU/kgo-TxIOTVs/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216717902570519938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SGWBSwQi_YI/AAAAAAAAARU/kgo-TxIOTVs/s400/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_ Mi, qual dos dois é mais bonito, ou ficaria melhor?&lt;br /&gt;_ Acho este listrado, este outro tem estes buracos e o tom do laranja é muito forte.&lt;br /&gt;_ O que você tem a ver com isto, o tapete vai pra casa dela, ela escolhe, você não mora lá. (Uma vozinha que estava atendendo na loja, lá pelos seus 80 anos).&lt;br /&gt;A Michelle não entendeu direito e ficou quieta meio desconcertada, mas eu respondi:&lt;br /&gt;_ Eu pedi a opinião dela, às vezes é difícil fazer escolhas sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;_ Mesmo assim, a casa é sua, disse a vozinha.&lt;br /&gt;E eu não consigo ficar quieta, perguntei:&lt;br /&gt;_ A senhora é aquariana ou italiana?&lt;br /&gt;O aquariana ela não entendeu, e respondeu com o maior orgulho:&lt;br /&gt;_ Sou filha de italianos, mas convivi bastante com os portugueses e às vezes as pessoas confundem!Rsrsr&lt;br /&gt;Esta aí a explicação: Não é falta de educação, os italianos são donos de uma sinceridade desconcertante.&lt;br /&gt;Dei muita risada com a história, afinal sou neta de Dona Miquelina Paccelli.&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/6837911422626456531-5761613609585549095?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5761613609585549095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5761613609585549095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5761613609585549095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5761613609585549095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/06/tutti-buonna-gente.html' title='Tutti buonna gente!!!'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SGWBSwQi_YI/AAAAAAAAARU/kgo-TxIOTVs/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3140291043753548490</id><published>2008-06-21T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:09:32.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SF2Jer8bfaI/AAAAAAAAARA/puY_HUYOnkQ/s1600-h/renoir2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214475103850167714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SF2Jer8bfaI/AAAAAAAAARA/puY_HUYOnkQ/s400/renoir2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; renoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O mesmo assunto de ontem... e eu chorei.&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/6837911422626456531-3140291043753548490?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3140291043753548490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3140291043753548490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3140291043753548490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3140291043753548490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/06/renoir-o-mesmo-assunto-de-ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SF2Jer8bfaI/AAAAAAAAARA/puY_HUYOnkQ/s72-c/renoir2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-1262178074003272597</id><published>2008-06-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:15:02.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SFsRlQsEfQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qBb0xzuZeT8/s1600-h/Privada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213780325444123906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SFsRlQsEfQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qBb0xzuZeT8/s400/Privada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SFsRXq6-_rI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZS-DgmPI4b4/s1600-h/CAWBQHYNCA3QERRECAVE1H6VCAN7V74ACAN33S1OCAGAIWDZCAJMUMG6CA5T5NVECAEN1HN9CAQ00EHSCAKI5BX6CAGZ0X6MCALRIDLKCAQPLLRGCAWC5F8NCA7SN2VNCAUPVAXCCADQCH1WCAM76EEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deu merda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Burrice&lt;br /&gt;bur.ri.ce&lt;br /&gt;sf (burro+ice) 1 Asneira. 2 Estupidez. 3 Casmurrice, teimosia. 4 Mau humor. 5 Amuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorância&lt;br /&gt;ig.no.rân.cia&lt;br /&gt;sf (lat ignorantia) 1 Estado de quem é ignorante. 2 Desconhecimento. 3 Falta de instrução, falta de saber. 4 Imperícia, incapacidade. Var: ignoração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incompetência&lt;br /&gt;in.com.pe.tên.cia&lt;br /&gt;sf (in+competência) 1 Falta de competência. 2 Inabilidade. 3 Dir Qualidade de um juiz ou tribunal que não tem competência para conhecer de um processo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me preocupo em não fazer julgamentos, ser tolerante, entender que cada um tem seu tempo... Mas isto passou longe de mim hoje... Sinto-me um pouco culpada por isso, mas não consigo suportar estes três tipos de características acima, a ignorância eu até tolero, nem todos tem acesso ou sede de conhecimento, mas o resto me deixa tremendamente irritada. Não consigo entender como alguém faz todos os dias à mesma coisa e consegue errar... Eu vinha tolerando a semanas, procurando entender os porquês dos erros, mas hoje eu não agüentei, e já sabe o que a aquariana sem tato com as palavras, autoritária, arrogante faz: roda a baiana!&lt;br /&gt;Mas que coisa feia, eu fiz isto e juro não me arrependo (só me sinto culpada por não ter sido mais tolerante).&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Culpa de mais pra uma pessoa só! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213781098177579186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SFsSSPWFSLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_gzEB_sI3rg/s400/1000imagensky1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mas como o dia tem 24 horas... Teve uma coisa boa: meu coração disparou. Um sentimento curioso, fiquei meio sem saber o que fazer, mas gostei da sensação rsrsr&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/6837911422626456531-1262178074003272597?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/1262178074003272597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=1262178074003272597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/1262178074003272597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/1262178074003272597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/06/deu-merda-burrice-bur.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SFsRlQsEfQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qBb0xzuZeT8/s72-c/Privada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5218458059328883992</id><published>2008-05-09T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:58:52.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SCTksYz7DlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FuSPNkVV9cY/s1600-h/17.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198531321118002770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SCTksYz7DlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FuSPNkVV9cY/s400/17.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta o espelho que nunca quebrou, porque nunca foi colocado...&lt;br /&gt;...só no espelho...&lt;br /&gt;...não quero...&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/6837911422626456531-5218458059328883992?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5218458059328883992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5218458059328883992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5218458059328883992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5218458059328883992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/05/falta-o-espelho-que-nunca-quebrou.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SCTksYz7DlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FuSPNkVV9cY/s72-c/17.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4655589206745687681</id><published>2008-05-04T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:11:59.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SB5QmRcZynI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ptL8zRHyPag/s1600-h/753937-4836-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196679638479915634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SB5QmRcZynI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ptL8zRHyPag/s400/753937-4836-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alegriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-4655589206745687681?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4655589206745687681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4655589206745687681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4655589206745687681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4655589206745687681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/05/alegriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SB5QmRcZynI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ptL8zRHyPag/s72-c/753937-4836-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5090514927786683506</id><published>2008-04-25T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:59:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SBJT_xcZymI/AAAAAAAAAP4/I6Yvd7iqdPY/s1600-h/n_Praia%2520da%2520Guilhermina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193305675380935266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SBJT_xcZymI/AAAAAAAAAP4/I6Yvd7iqdPY/s400/n_Praia%2520da%2520Guilhermina.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Que Delicia! Praia, no feriado estava assim vazia, só minha!&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/6837911422626456531-5090514927786683506?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5090514927786683506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5090514927786683506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5090514927786683506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5090514927786683506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-delicia-praia-no-feriado-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/SBJT_xcZymI/AAAAAAAAAP4/I6Yvd7iqdPY/s72-c/n_Praia%2520da%2520Guilhermina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-2788223031768597816</id><published>2008-04-09T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:01:25.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187430469308024098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_10hxQkhSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fsB4V_0V6mY/s400/Palha%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dignidade:&lt;br /&gt;A dignidade é a palavra que define uma linha de honestidade e ações corretas baseadas na justiça e nos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;direitos humanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, construída através dos anos criando uma reputação moral favorável ao indivíduo. Respeitando todos os &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;códigos de ética&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e cidadania e nunca transgredindo-os, ferindo a moral e os direitos de outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Ser digno é obter merecimento ético por ações pautadas na justiça, honratez e na honestidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje fiquei um pouco revoltada, me dói saber que muitas pessoas não sabem o que é dignidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ou não sabem agir com dignidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Agradeço aos meus Mestres por terem me ensinado o verdadeiro valor desta palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E eu ainda acredito em verdade,bondade, honestidade e na lagrima do palhaço.&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/6837911422626456531-2788223031768597816?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/2788223031768597816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=2788223031768597816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2788223031768597816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2788223031768597816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/04/dignidade-dignidade-palavra-que-define.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_10hxQkhSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fsB4V_0V6mY/s72-c/Palha%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8338368791767559106</id><published>2008-04-08T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:49:11.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo....&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_wefuo-6XI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qDdK5xbc_8s/s1600-h/24_horas-large-msg-113715736304-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_wefuo-6XI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qDdK5xbc_8s/s1600-h/24_horas-large-msg-113715736304-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187054401268672882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_wefuo-6XI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qDdK5xbc_8s/s400/24_horas-large-msg-113715736304-2.jpg" width="597" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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 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 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 align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;é pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;é muito pouco tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;muito mais tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;De modo que o meu espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ganhe um brilho definido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E eu espalhe benefícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Caetano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8338368791767559106?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8338368791767559106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8338368791767559106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8338368791767559106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8338368791767559106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/04/todo-o-tempo-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_wefuo-6XI/AAAAAAAAAPg/qDdK5xbc_8s/s72-c/24_horas-large-msg-113715736304-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5364127354280190684</id><published>2008-04-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:44:12.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_lM7uo-6WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PIiiAYlwOtU/s1600-h/800px-Polarlicht_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186261034909755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_lM7uo-6WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PIiiAYlwOtU/s400/800px-Polarlicht_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma do nosso Planeta : Aurora Boreal - Alasca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-5364127354280190684?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5364127354280190684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5364127354280190684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5364127354280190684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5364127354280190684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/04/mais-uma-do-nosso-planeta-aurora-boreal.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_lM7uo-6WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PIiiAYlwOtU/s72-c/800px-Polarlicht_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8430974150799687028</id><published>2008-04-03T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:36:39.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_VpQuo-6VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Y7CTOMkzLyA/s1600-h/733756-1579-it2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185166282105743698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_VpQuo-6VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Y7CTOMkzLyA/s400/733756-1579-it2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que imagem linda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O Planeta Terra, tão velho, e ainda nos reserva surpresas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vamos preservar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8430974150799687028?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8430974150799687028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8430974150799687028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8430974150799687028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8430974150799687028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-imagem-linda-o-planeta-terra-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R_VpQuo-6VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Y7CTOMkzLyA/s72-c/733756-1579-it2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5722628563213835007</id><published>2008-03-29T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:07:29.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-7X9eo-6UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3_A8qMy2Ziw/s1600-h/sony_ericsson_w300i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183317672346970434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-7X9eo-6UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3_A8qMy2Ziw/s400/sony_ericsson_w300i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Lição de desapego completada hoje !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Furtaram&lt;/span&gt; o meu celular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A sensação de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;impotência&lt;/span&gt; diante do furto é incomparável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;é a primeira vez que passo por isso...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perplexa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Como um ser humano pode &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ferir&lt;/span&gt;  outro... não consigo entender...&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/6837911422626456531-5722628563213835007?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5722628563213835007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5722628563213835007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5722628563213835007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5722628563213835007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/lio-de-desapego-completada-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-7X9eo-6UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3_A8qMy2Ziw/s72-c/sony_ericsson_w300i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4583228568990784</id><published>2008-03-27T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:08:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-w24eo-6TI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JH6vOAVdozY/s1600-h/89.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182577615122131250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-w24eo-6TI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JH6vOAVdozY/s400/89.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-w0bOo-6SI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xdVgjfmsPy4/s1600-h/q1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Você sabe amar quando na neblina as mãos escorregam entre o abdômen e o joelho, e cada milímetro é um velho conhecido cujos mecanismos os dedos manipulam com a destreza de um relojoeiro suíço. Você sabe amar quando o suspiro, o gemido e o ranger de dentes são códigos identificáveis em que se pode precisar o que e quanto o outro sonha em uma madrugada pesada de horas de sono descompensadas. Você sabe amar quando as horas passam e um imã te suga como vórtice inconteste para a presença (mesmo virtual) de quem se transforma em saudades pela distância mínima de algumas horas e poucos metros. Você sabe amar quando é natural se preocupar com o bem-estar, com o por-vir e com o hoje - que mesmo medíocre e cheio das maldade da rotina - é bom, risível e divertido. Você sabe amar quando se sente seguro o suficiente para pensar na velhice, na morte e na possibilidade de ficar de cama por uma semana por uma virose qualquer. Você sabe amar quando seu apito interno grita quando uma idiotice egoísta invade espaços e fronteiras que não são as suas, então você recua e pensa seriamente em respeito. Você sabe amar quando dá uma risada boa que nem percebe, só de ver a cara que também sorri pelo fato banal de lhe avistar. Você sabe amar quando sabe que seu bar pode continuar sendo só seu e o do outro idem, mesmo que às vezes a cerveja possa ser dividida no mesmo copo sujo. Você sabe amar quando o ciúme é pequeno, pelo menos um milímetro menor da noção de que a Terra é imensa e ninguém é obrigado a morar onde mora, ir onde vai, comer quem come, ligar para quem liga e querer quem quer, e se o faz, é porque quer, e isto basta como analgésico para crises ciumentas. Você sabe amar quando sente sinceramente que um rompimento não é uma perda, mas uma decisão adulta, coerente, consciente e cosida por mais que quatro frases passionais. Você sabe amar quando fica várias folhas do calendário longe e o mundo abre uma porta vazia em que você senta e fica esperando, esperando, esperando.Você sabe amar quando é inteiro, e não metade, nem dois, mas um, e isto basta para querer um outro, mesmo que o outro muitas vezes se pareça tanto que se assemelhe a um espelho ou a um eco. Você sabe amar quando lê uma idiotice que repete mais de três vezes “você sabe amar” e não se importa, porque entende idiotices e tem paciência pra elas, sobretudo se são idiotices sobre amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Lindíssimo... estava procurando sobre distância... e dei de cara com este texto (&lt;a href="http://gabi.tipos.com.br/arquivo/2005/09"&gt;http://gabi.tipos.com.br/arquivo/2005/09&lt;/a&gt; entra ai, tem muitos suspiros...),e sabe de uma coisa: Eu sei amar!!!&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/6837911422626456531-4583228568990784?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4583228568990784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4583228568990784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4583228568990784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4583228568990784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/voc-sabe-amar-quando-na-neblina-as-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-w24eo-6TI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JH6vOAVdozY/s72-c/89.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3807765013160777991</id><published>2008-03-26T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:19:55.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-raAOo-6RI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Awi17mPNBZM/s1600-h/vazio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182194018708023570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-raAOo-6RI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Awi17mPNBZM/s400/vazio+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cadê a minha árvore ????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-3807765013160777991?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3807765013160777991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3807765013160777991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3807765013160777991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3807765013160777991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/cad-minha-rvore.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-raAOo-6RI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Awi17mPNBZM/s72-c/vazio+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3387614748680350309</id><published>2008-03-20T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:44:19.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-MRfeo-6QI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6uJf5GO_3dI/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180003228904777986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-MRfeo-6QI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6uJf5GO_3dI/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os seres humanos não nascem dotados de ética. É necessário que lhes ensinem o que é certo e o que é errado. Transmitir regras, princípios, normas é necessária muita dedicação e pode levar um longo tempo para fixar valores como: amor, verdade, conduta correta,gentileza, paz e não-violência (Ahinsa). Desses todos, o amor é o eixo central e deve ser o fio condutor de todas as nossas ações, por ser a força motriz da própria vida. Eduquem-se as crianças e não será preciso castigar os homens (Che?), homens esses que em muitas vezes são crianças!&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/6837911422626456531-3387614748680350309?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3387614748680350309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3387614748680350309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3387614748680350309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3387614748680350309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/os-seres-humanos-no-nascem-dotados-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R-MRfeo-6QI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6uJf5GO_3dI/s72-c/DSC00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-152388611539393845</id><published>2008-03-17T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:21:57.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Encanto... às vezes demoramos para perceber ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R98JK6s5yXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BFokOtOxhpM/s1600-h/macaco-hippie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178868179660294514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R98JK6s5yXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BFokOtOxhpM/s400/macaco-hippie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;que tudo é tão simples...&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/6837911422626456531-152388611539393845?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/152388611539393845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=152388611539393845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/152388611539393845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/152388611539393845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/encanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R98JK6s5yXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BFokOtOxhpM/s72-c/macaco-hippie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-6869448732272031306</id><published>2008-03-16T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:53:15.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R92kg6s5yWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ywf7R1GxS8I/s1600-h/tisuru+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178476031966300514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R92kg6s5yWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ywf7R1GxS8I/s400/tisuru+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Esse Meu Coração Sem Juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu não sei porque que a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gosta tanto de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;De quem não gosta da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Essa vida é engraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pois a gente vive amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sempre a pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Todas as vezes que eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rezo tanto pra dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas eu sempre me engano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A pessoa que eu amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sempre me desiludia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não era o que eu pensava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meu coração é mesmo sem juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não sabe que eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deixar de gostar tanto assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meu coração às vezes me entristece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meu coração parece que não gosta de mim&lt;br /&gt;(Moacyr Franco) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pedi para que minha mãe cantasse esta musica hoje, ela canta desde que eu era criança. Saudades da minha infância ! Mas o meu coraçãozinho tem juízo, viu !!!!&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/6837911422626456531-6869448732272031306?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/6869448732272031306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=6869448732272031306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6869448732272031306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6869448732272031306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/esse-meu-corao-sem-juzo-eu-no-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R92kg6s5yWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ywf7R1GxS8I/s72-c/tisuru+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-508692680439608469</id><published>2008-03-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:54:53.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R9w2TKs5yUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OVkq8UgTJ_0/s1600-h/Tsuru.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178073374487333186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R9w2TKs5yUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OVkq8UgTJ_0/s400/Tsuru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Engoli um chiclete ontem rsrsr coisa de criança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tomei sorvete coisa de adulto rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fiquei parada em uma rua no carro... coisa de adolescente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Marisa Monte cantou pra mim 4 vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A espiral acontecendo em minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A velha hippie voltando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Feliz ! Feliz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sonhei... um jardim japonês !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu aprendi a fazer tsuru, você ainda sabe fazer?&lt;/span&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/6837911422626456531-508692680439608469?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/508692680439608469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=508692680439608469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/508692680439608469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/508692680439608469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/engoli-um-chiclete-ontem-rsrsr-coisa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R9w2TKs5yUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OVkq8UgTJ_0/s72-c/Tsuru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-2819574604951907321</id><published>2008-03-06T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:08:17.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R9CHUwNlZyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D1YqioKTvCk/s1600-h/espiral3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174784762457712418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R9CHUwNlZyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D1YqioKTvCk/s400/espiral3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a vida continua assim...mesmo na Shivarátri... espiral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-2819574604951907321?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/2819574604951907321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=2819574604951907321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2819574604951907321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2819574604951907321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-vida-continua-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R9CHUwNlZyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D1YqioKTvCk/s72-c/espiral3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8210876083698349562</id><published>2008-03-04T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:15:37.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R84BigNlZwI/AAAAAAAAANk/kZa-md5ccKI/s1600-h/espiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174074714169370370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R84BigNlZwI/AAAAAAAAANk/kZa-md5ccKI/s400/espiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Há quem diga que a vida corre em círculos, as experiências se repetem sempre... eu acredito que a mesma corra em espiral, os acontecimentos são os mesmos, mas a cada minuto que passa eu mudo...meus mundos, então não há repetição...mas que bom ter uma nova chance e poder ver as coisas de outros ângulos! amanhã terei um novo ângulo...&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/6837911422626456531-8210876083698349562?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8210876083698349562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8210876083698349562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8210876083698349562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8210876083698349562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/h-quem-diga-que-vida-corre-em-crculos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R84BigNlZwI/AAAAAAAAANk/kZa-md5ccKI/s72-c/espiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-9169404770515447330</id><published>2008-03-01T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T19:36:33.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8ociH8sx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/3zpupkokXpM/s1600-h/humanapathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172978494563207042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8ociH8sx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/3zpupkokXpM/s400/humanapathy.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não grite ao meu ouvido que a minha vontade é inválida, tenho uma convicção cega que um dia nós chegaremos a isto:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172980985644238738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8oezH8sx5I/AAAAAAAAANc/tgTFxsUOWv8/s400/animal-friendshipandlove.jpg" width="56" border="0" /&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/6837911422626456531-9169404770515447330?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/9169404770515447330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=9169404770515447330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/9169404770515447330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/9169404770515447330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-grite-ao-meu-ouvido-que-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8ociH8sx4I/AAAAAAAAANU/3zpupkokXpM/s72-c/humanapathy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-6738298148647483656</id><published>2008-02-28T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:04:33.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8dL89C_bAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dd6qkbsY-rI/s1600-h/pipoca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172186207609646082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8dL89C_bAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dd6qkbsY-rI/s400/pipoca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha noite ... pipoca e novela... assim... banal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-6738298148647483656?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/6738298148647483656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=6738298148647483656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6738298148647483656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6738298148647483656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/minha-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8dL89C_bAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dd6qkbsY-rI/s72-c/pipoca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-166032656501473508</id><published>2008-02-27T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:38:16.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8X-89C_a_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RYwlr9tK6lA/s1600-h/margaridas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171820070237596658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8X-89C_a_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RYwlr9tK6lA/s400/margaridas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8X81NC_a-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/TyXu2xuGNfc/s1600-h/Romance.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ando falando com quem não deveria...faz bem, mas me faz querer voltar no tempo, querer mudar o passado e até o meu futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem um menino que brincava me falou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje é a semente do amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Para não ter medo que este tempo vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não se desespere, nem pare de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nunca se entregue, nasça sempre com as manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deixe a luz do sol brilhar no céu do seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fé na vida, fé no homem, fé no que virá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nós podemos tudo, nós podemos mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vamos lá fazer o que será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Gonzaguinha&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/6837911422626456531-166032656501473508?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/166032656501473508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=166032656501473508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/166032656501473508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/166032656501473508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/ando-falando-com-quem-no-deveria.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8X-89C_a_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RYwlr9tK6lA/s72-c/margaridas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8870282064336738441</id><published>2008-02-26T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:45:33.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8TAaNC_a9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/O-TZGDzdQgw/s1600-h/Olhando%2520chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171469828539509714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8TAaNC_a9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/O-TZGDzdQgw/s400/Olhando%252520chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eu ainda espero...sinto saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quando a chuva parar...talvez&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/6837911422626456531-8870282064336738441?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8870282064336738441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8870282064336738441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8870282064336738441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8870282064336738441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-ainda-espero.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8TAaNC_a9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/O-TZGDzdQgw/s72-c/Olhando%252520chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4470162642374932021</id><published>2008-02-25T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:31:49.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8NrE9C_a8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YNL5F-dtnbg/s1600-h/calendario2008_es.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171094530002217922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8NrE9C_a8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YNL5F-dtnbg/s400/calendario2008_es.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e eu queria que hoje fosse domingo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A semana começa ou acaba no domingo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu tenho um calendário de mesa da PL que começa com o domingo, mas a agenda do meu celular é na segunda. E esse da imagem??? E agora ?&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/6837911422626456531-4470162642374932021?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4470162642374932021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4470162642374932021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4470162642374932021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4470162642374932021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-eu-queria-que-hoje-fosse-domingo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8NrE9C_a8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YNL5F-dtnbg/s72-c/calendario2008_es.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3259733508269490569</id><published>2008-02-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:07:08.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8Hbn9C_a7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mauuRCCYL2E/s1600-h/khalsey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170655326646528946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8Hbn9C_a7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mauuRCCYL2E/s400/khalsey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8HVLdC_a6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/MiQmz5RVLqc/s1600-h/images.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;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;o dia amanheceu preguiçoso...uma garoazinha...parecendo São Paulo, depois o sol quis dar as caras...mas é domingo...ficou embaixo das nuvens...choveu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Almoço da D. Fátima- macarronada, carne de porco (Dada e Bruno chamaram de frango), salada de batatas com creme de leite... e depois o melhor do dia: visita do casal número 1- Tia Marlene e Tio Toninho - ah como gosto deles, fotos antigas, novas... conversas e o dia passou rapidinho, é sempre assim quando é bom, agora já são 17:14 e com cara de inverno,vou aproveitar e dormir um pouquinho...&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/6837911422626456531-3259733508269490569?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3259733508269490569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3259733508269490569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3259733508269490569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3259733508269490569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-dia-amanheceu-preguioso.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R8Hbn9C_a7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mauuRCCYL2E/s72-c/khalsey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-185971458145178891</id><published>2008-02-22T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:04:53.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R79iG9C_a5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/xQ7AOR-ybiQ/s1600-h/peluciomacaxeirava1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169958768850463634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R79iG9C_a5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/xQ7AOR-ybiQ/s400/peluciomacaxeirava1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Comecei a fazer treinamento em um aparelho que chegou no Laboratório, um Dimension da Bhering, lindinho, faz quase tudo que penso... bom hoje foi como dar banho nele, limpeza semanal, usar lixívia a 10% dizia o manual, e a instrutora D. Elaine, estava usando cloro... falei, caramba, porque não chegou o produto pedido no manual, e o que é este produto que nunca ouvi falar... Santa Wikipédia... e minha ignorância... lixívia é água sanitária...onde eu estava que nunca ouvi falar este nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas tudo bem, nem todo mundo sabe que mandioca é aipim, macaxeira.&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/6837911422626456531-185971458145178891?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/185971458145178891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=185971458145178891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/185971458145178891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/185971458145178891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/comecei-fazer-treinamento-em-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R79iG9C_a5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/xQ7AOR-ybiQ/s72-c/peluciomacaxeirava1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8129425122530669595</id><published>2008-02-20T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:06:21.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7y_C9C_a4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/w4-BVsVjGko/s1600-h/I_intolerancia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169216529782238082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7y_C9C_a4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/w4-BVsVjGko/s400/I_intolerancia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yoga em academia ? Será que dá certo? Tem muitos professores que são contra: - é muito barulho, o ambiente não é adequado, e dai sai mais um monte de in.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Como acredito que Yoga é para todos, vou experimentar e como boa aquariana tentar mudar esta idéia negativa de que academia não é lugar pra Yoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lá vem a Carpinteira do Universo novamente rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Quem quiser conferir toda terça às 20hs na Physical Gym, rua Humaitá 1656 Vila Vitória II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Namastê !&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/6837911422626456531-8129425122530669595?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8129425122530669595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8129425122530669595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8129425122530669595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8129425122530669595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/yoga-em-academia-ser-que-d-certo-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7y_C9C_a4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/w4-BVsVjGko/s72-c/I_intolerancia3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5755046773002967584</id><published>2008-02-19T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:05:54.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7tuaNC_a3I/AAAAAAAAALw/FpIP5Xkx_E0/s1600-h/cuba-08-lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168846393795636082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7tuaNC_a3I/AAAAAAAAALw/FpIP5Xkx_E0/s400/cuba-08-lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"o caminho sempre será difícil e requererá o esforço inteligente de todos". "Desconfio dos caminhos aparentemente fáceis da apologética, ou a autoflagelação como antítese".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fidel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;e o país do holiday espera, taciturno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-5755046773002967584?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5755046773002967584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5755046773002967584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5755046773002967584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5755046773002967584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-caminho-sempre-ser-difcil-e-requerer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7tuaNC_a3I/AAAAAAAAALw/FpIP5Xkx_E0/s72-c/cuba-08-lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5793509557806677547</id><published>2008-02-17T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:03:40.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moradores fazem vigília esperando ver óvinis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7h1_NC_a1I/AAAAAAAAALg/mpsu_kjXGGA/s1600-h/702755-7027-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168010301102058322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7h1_NC_a1I/AAAAAAAAALg/mpsu_kjXGGA/s400/702755-7027-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Mary de Souza Direto de Campinas&lt;br /&gt;Crianças e adultos estão fazendo vigilia em Limeira, interior de São Paulo, região de Campinas, na esperança de observar óvnis (objetos voadores não-identificados). Há relatos de que naves espaciais com luzes piscantes de cores intensas teriam sobrevoado a localidade e deixado sinais em forma de círculos em um canavial.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168010442835979106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7h2HdC_a2I/AAAAAAAAALo/vOk9HxGfkLo/s400/702752-8929-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não deixa de ser curioso, Limeira é aqui perto... ir pra lá ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/popular/interna/0,,OI2443893-EI1141,00.html"&gt;http://noticias.terra.com.br/popular/interna/0,,OI2443893-EI1141,00.html&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/6837911422626456531-5793509557806677547?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5793509557806677547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5793509557806677547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5793509557806677547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5793509557806677547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/moradores-fazem-viglia-esperando-ver.html' title='Moradores fazem vigília esperando ver óvinis'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7h1_NC_a1I/AAAAAAAAALg/mpsu_kjXGGA/s72-c/702755-7027-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4985255627154333147</id><published>2008-02-16T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:48:40.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7eDG9C_a0I/AAAAAAAAALY/t8NQbMxclCQ/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167743252920494914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7eDG9C_a0I/AAAAAAAAALY/t8NQbMxclCQ/s400/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Acabei de ver o DVD do Oswaldo e pasmem! Tive sono... Quem mudou? Vou deixar passar alguns dias e me dar uma nova chance !!! Afinal Oswaldo Montenegro é Oswaldo Montenegro !&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/6837911422626456531-4985255627154333147?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4985255627154333147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4985255627154333147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4985255627154333147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4985255627154333147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/acabei-de-ver-o-dvd-do-oswaldo-e-pasmem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7eDG9C_a0I/AAAAAAAAALY/t8NQbMxclCQ/s72-c/DSC00103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-6933341984731283111</id><published>2008-02-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:02:30.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7YY39C_azI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7AV-KPiJw0Y/s1600-h/z-mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167344972013202226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7YY39C_azI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7AV-KPiJw0Y/s400/z-mascara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu tenho uma sinceridade que beira a falta de educação, se bem que acho que as duas são incompatíveis, a ignorância às vezes é uma benção, bom não diria bem ignorância e sim infância, já reparou que só as crianças conseguem atingir um alto grau de sinceridade sem serem repreendidas, já reparou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E novamente citando Caetano: Cada um sabe a dor e a delícia de ser o que é !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um rosto sem máscara esconde mais...&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/6837911422626456531-6933341984731283111?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/6933341984731283111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=6933341984731283111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6933341984731283111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6933341984731283111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-tenho-uma-sinceridade-que-beira.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7YY39C_azI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7AV-KPiJw0Y/s72-c/z-mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7177858829937999124</id><published>2008-02-14T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:00:43.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7THRNC_ayI/AAAAAAAAALI/LpNmumm0YxQ/s1600-h/partirfrente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166973770874710818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7THRNC_ayI/AAAAAAAAALI/LpNmumm0YxQ/s400/partirfrente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhei na terça-feira do Jô (meu irmãozinho), que amor !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só vou poder ver no domingo, ai eu conto como foi !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOMINGO, chega logo viu !!!&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/6837911422626456531-7177858829937999124?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7177858829937999124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7177858829937999124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7177858829937999124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7177858829937999124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/ganhei-na-tera-feira-do-j-meu-irmozinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7THRNC_ayI/AAAAAAAAALI/LpNmumm0YxQ/s72-c/partirfrente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3475491372680551845</id><published>2008-02-13T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:21:45.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="a"&gt;18 juillet 1917&lt;/a&gt; - 13 fevereiro 2008&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7N6TdC_axI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y1Qi50Wsj3Q/s1600-h/2000_cds_jardin_d_hiver_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166607672157367058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7N6TdC_axI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y1Qi50Wsj3Q/s400/2000_cds_jardin_d_hiver_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"quem não sentiu o suingue de Henri Salvador?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu o conheci através de Mara Di Carlo, qualquer dia falo sobre ela, pessoinha excêntrica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-3475491372680551845?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3475491372680551845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3475491372680551845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3475491372680551845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3475491372680551845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/18-juillet-1917-13-fevereiro-2008-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7N6TdC_axI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y1Qi50Wsj3Q/s72-c/2000_cds_jardin_d_hiver_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-5127119772012739158</id><published>2008-02-12T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:30:03.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira lição de desapego.... e vem mais por ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7Ir2NC_awI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rnsvF3sbuVo/s1600-h/sony_ericsson_w300i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166239932762516226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7Ir2NC_awI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rnsvF3sbuVo/s400/sony_ericsson_w300i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindo, né!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabou de virar pai de santo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cancelei o plano conta fixa! &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/6837911422626456531-5127119772012739158?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/5127119772012739158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=5127119772012739158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5127119772012739158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/5127119772012739158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/primeira-lio-de-desapego-e-vem-mais-por.html' title='Primeira lição de desapego.... e vem mais por ai'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7Ir2NC_awI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rnsvF3sbuVo/s72-c/sony_ericsson_w300i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-2271419193913216627</id><published>2008-02-11T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:06:21.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7DxsNC_avI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XXdDDZurUbs/s1600-h/us-stuart-01-hazelton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165894514312702706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7DxsNC_avI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XXdDDZurUbs/s400/us-stuart-01-hazelton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Os índios tinham-no como talismã e acreditavam que velava por eles e os protegia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alguém tem um para emprestar? Só por uns dias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dias, dias,dias...&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/6837911422626456531-2271419193913216627?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/2271419193913216627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=2271419193913216627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2271419193913216627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2271419193913216627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/totem.html' title='Totem'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R7DxsNC_avI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XXdDDZurUbs/s72-c/us-stuart-01-hazelton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3419939927034565026</id><published>2008-02-10T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:26:28.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R69BS9C_auI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SKicMzJ8v_Q/s1600-h/cattongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165419091497806562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R69BS9C_auI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SKicMzJ8v_Q/s400/cattongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empresta um?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PEGA O CIGARRO E ACENDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;uma garrafa pet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou levar um cará lá no rio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tá fazendo uma bagunça no meu aquário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;são dois.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- dá pra Nina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ela não come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(barulho da garrafa sendo cortada)&lt;barulho&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/6837911422626456531-3419939927034565026?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3419939927034565026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3419939927034565026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3419939927034565026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3419939927034565026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/empresta-um-pega-o-cigarro-e-acende.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R69BS9C_auI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SKicMzJ8v_Q/s72-c/cattongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3337111869942826665</id><published>2008-02-09T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:07:27.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R64V_dC_atI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WhRkT9Up1Dw/s1600-h/shivaParvati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165090002513652434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R64V_dC_atI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WhRkT9Up1Dw/s400/shivaParvati.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Atendendo ao pedido de um ilustre visitante ai vai um glossário do primeiro post de 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OM NAMAH SHIVAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Este é o mantra de Shiva, o destruidor de todo o mal, nossa verdadeira alma, o Yogi primordial. Shiva o destruidor e o seu mantra destroem todas as tendências negativas. Ele nos dá harmonia e equilíbrio, ambos internos e externos, o conhecimento intuitivo, integração da mente e intelecto, grande forças nas práticas espirituais e nos protege dos efeitos negativos do Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadhana&lt;/strong&gt;: é a prática diária do Yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mantra&lt;/strong&gt;: é uma sílaba ou poema religioso normalmente em sânscrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asana&lt;/strong&gt;: postura psicofísica usada na prática de Yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pranayama&lt;/strong&gt;: Controle da energia vital (Prana) através de exercícios respiratórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karma Yoga&lt;/strong&gt;: É a execução da ação em união com a parte divina interior, ficando distanciado dos resultados, e mantendo o equilíbrio seja em face do sucesso ou do fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhagavad Gita:&lt;/strong&gt; ( Canção do Senhor) é um texto religioso Hindu. Faz parte do épico Mahabharata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kirtan&lt;/strong&gt;: é o canto do nome de Deus com devoção, amor e fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjuna&lt;/strong&gt;: é um guerreiro do épico Mahabharata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swami&lt;/strong&gt;: é título honorífico normalmente reservado para clérigos hindus especiais que recebem energia de Deus, sendo quase como uma espécie de "santos" hindus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yogi Siromani&lt;/strong&gt;: jóia da coroa do Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OM TAT SAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luilton, grande abraço!&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/6837911422626456531-3337111869942826665?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3337111869942826665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3337111869942826665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3337111869942826665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3337111869942826665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/atendendo-ao-pedido-de-um-ilustre.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R64V_dC_atI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WhRkT9Up1Dw/s72-c/shivaParvati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3966362303906836528</id><published>2008-02-07T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:59:53.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R6umCyjICAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dOGmajFk2LI/s1600-h/Resize+of+Foto+TTC+Brasil+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164403964569454594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R6umCyjICAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dOGmajFk2LI/s400/Resize+of+Foto+TTC+Brasil+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo estamos vivos&lt;br /&gt;Pro que der e vier prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a alma cheia de esperanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós atravessamos mil saaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu nunca vi gente melhor pra resistir&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, bom dia, bom dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, alegria, alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, bom dia, bom dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taí o que a gente merecia(pra começar).&lt;br /&gt;Gonzaguinha&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/6837911422626456531-3966362303906836528?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3966362303906836528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3966362303906836528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3966362303906836528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3966362303906836528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2008/02/apesar-de-tudo-estamos-vivos-pro-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R6umCyjICAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dOGmajFk2LI/s72-c/Resize+of+Foto+TTC+Brasil+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7677223359111842978</id><published>2008-02-07T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:53:30.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garopaba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florianópolis'/><title type='text'>Primeiro Post de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R6toXyjIB-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/idHwJi7Ik40/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164336155625785314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R6toXyjIB-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/idHwJi7Ik40/s400/DSC00222.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já é depois do Carnaval e eu estou de volta, na verdade voltei no domingo, mas precisava de uns dias para me acostumar novamente com a vida mundana rsrsr&lt;br /&gt;Estive em Florianópolis ( Oh! cidade linda - prédios e vacas ) acampando com os amigos Karina e Daniel dos quais recebi o apelido de Maleita, pois só dormia rsrsr&lt;br /&gt;E foi bom ter dormido muito, pois após terem me deixado na Montanha Encantada (Garopaba),para tomar o TTC (Teachers' Training Courses) foram 30 dias muito cansativos, Sadhana intensa.&lt;br /&gt;O Programa Diário:&lt;br /&gt;05:30 Despertar ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com OM NAMAH SHIVAYA e um sino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;06:00 Meditação, canto de mantras e conferência (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uito&lt;/span&gt; sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;08:00 Asanas e Pranayama (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nspirandoooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, expirandooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10:00 Almoço (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salve Marcos Natureba&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Karma Yoga (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O meu era às 19hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;12:00 Bhagavad Guita/Kirtan (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arjuna lute por nós, pois já não temos forças&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;14:00 Conderência Principal (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Torcendo para ser Swami Gopalananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;16:00 Asanas e Pranayamas ( &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e novo eu não aguento&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;18:00 Jantar ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E salve Natureba novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;20:00 Meditação, canto de mantras e conferência (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Corpo dolorido e sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;22:00 Descanso ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que nada...estudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Teve momentos em que pensei em desistir, largar tudo e voltar pro meu mundinho... mas ai eu pensava: Mundinho? Não, já não sou mais a mesma. E realmente está tudo muito estranho, ainda estou reorganizando as idéias, tentando me adaptar, revendo crenças e conceitos tentado ser uma Yogui Siromani.( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SERVE AMA MEDITA REALIZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Assim é a vida !&lt;br /&gt;OM NAMO NARAYANAYA&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164336563647678450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R6tovijIB_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jf3LpfDhXjw/s400/DSC00360.JPG" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;madrugada em Garopaba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-7677223359111842978?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R6toXyjIB-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/idHwJi7Ik40/s72-c/DSC00222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8877528473790207610</id><published>2007-12-28T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:59:25.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimo post do ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3WbVIPDqcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TNAXsh9o6bo/s1600-h/alexdeoxossi-128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149192536258226626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3WbVIPDqcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TNAXsh9o6bo/s400/alexdeoxossi-128.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E eu quero deixar aqui os meus desejos para 2008 que serão realizados :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- crescimento espiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- ganhar bastante dindin com o meu trabalho ( instrutora de Yoga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- visitar Dr. Roberto Teixeira pelo menos 2 vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- voltar a dirigir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- comprar meu cantinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- me matricular para o Sivananda de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- rever amigos da Etecap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- passar pelo menos alguns dias com o Ailton (Este ano não deu...snif)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- ir na Formatura do meu irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- ver meus sobrinhos felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- ler muitos livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- passar adiante tudo que aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- me tornar uma pessoa melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- saber agradecer a Deus pelas pequenas coisas que eu ganhar do mesmo jeito que agradeço as coisas grandes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- quero paz aos homens de boa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- quero todas as pessoas que amo com saúde e em harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- quero o meu trabalho e o da Neure, como ela mesmo diz BOMBANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- e quero também um namorado que me ame, que seja bom, inteligente, educado e lindo é claro srsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não importa a ordem, mas quero e terei tudo isto se for para o meu bem e das pessoas envolvidas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Um ótimo 2008 para todos e volto só depois do Carnaval !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Fiquem bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Namastê!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8877528473790207610?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8877528473790207610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8877528473790207610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8877528473790207610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8877528473790207610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/ultimo-post-do-ano.html' title='Ultimo post do ano'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3WbVIPDqcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TNAXsh9o6bo/s72-c/alexdeoxossi-128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8905886162103115693</id><published>2007-12-27T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:56:47.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3RJbIPDqbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zfmTx6aATzA/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148821004407253426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3RJbIPDqbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zfmTx6aATzA/s400/123.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Calor infernal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu quero o frio de voltaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu, doida?! Não, só acho que nasci em país errado... adoro inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu saindo de férias... quero sair de férias do verão !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E tem um povo cantando sertanejo no bar da esquina... ah se fosse inverno, eu dormindo gostoso e este povo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;também&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/6837911422626456531-8905886162103115693?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8905886162103115693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8905886162103115693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8905886162103115693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8905886162103115693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/calor-infernal-eu-quero-o-frio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3RJbIPDqbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zfmTx6aATzA/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7904667899694141296</id><published>2007-12-23T11:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:49:42.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque hoje é domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R264uYPDqZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qLxOfMT3bnE/s1600-h/PAR30304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147254531050154386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R264uYPDqZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qLxOfMT3bnE/s400/PAR30304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É o que pulsa o meu sangue quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É o que faz meu animal ser gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É o meu compasso mais civilizado e controlado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Estou deixando o ar me respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bebendo água pra lubrificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mirando a mente em algo producente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meu alvo é a paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vou carregar de tudo vida afora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Marcas de amor, de luto e espora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deixo alegria e dor ao ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amo a vida a cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pois para viver eu transformei meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Abro feliz o peito, é meu direito!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Compasso&lt;br /&gt;Angela Rô Rô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-7904667899694141296?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7904667899694141296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7904667899694141296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7904667899694141296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7904667899694141296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-porque-hoje-domingo.html' title='E porque hoje é domingo'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R264uYPDqZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qLxOfMT3bnE/s72-c/PAR30304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3548376796825978586</id><published>2007-12-23T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:28:35.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3K48YPDqaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RpElYZDR3_c/s1600-h/101427804_bb246ba3f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148380671475165602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3K48YPDqaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RpElYZDR3_c/s400/101427804_bb246ba3f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Abriram a caixa de Pandora... 2008... não... eu não quero...2007 esta tão bom... Mais velha, mais podre, mais gasta, mais consciente um tiquinho. Não tenho mais desculpas e não dá mais para disfarçar: fica até ridículo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quase ouço o Gaspareto dizendo: - Pamonha!&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/6837911422626456531-3548376796825978586?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3548376796825978586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3548376796825978586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3548376796825978586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3548376796825978586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/abriram-caixa-de-pandora.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R3K48YPDqaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RpElYZDR3_c/s72-c/101427804_bb246ba3f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8086766150942316461</id><published>2007-12-21T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:39:19.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombreando Drummond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2xqn4PDqYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hEvXV0GUgm0/s1600-h/moai.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146605707520616834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2xqn4PDqYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hEvXV0GUgm0/s400/moai.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;São tão fortes as pedras!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sou as pedras e me revolto.&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;/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-family:courier new;"&gt;Regra das pedras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;uma espécie de nada&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/6837911422626456531-8086766150942316461?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8086766150942316461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8086766150942316461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8086766150942316461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8086766150942316461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/sombreando-drummond.html' title='Sombreando Drummond'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2xqn4PDqYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hEvXV0GUgm0/s72-c/moai.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7176784842569198423</id><published>2007-12-20T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:44:36.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2sT0oPDqXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ro5bRah0CYY/s1600-h/sweetcharade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146228794075621746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2sT0oPDqXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ro5bRah0CYY/s400/sweetcharade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Último Discurso - O Grande Ditador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Charles Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No décimo sétimo capítulo de São Lucas é escrito que o Reino de Deus está dentro do homem - não de um só homem ou um grupo de homens, mas dos homens todos! Estás em vós! Vós, o povo, tendes o poder - o poder de criar máquinas. O poder de criar felicidade! Vós, o povo, tendes o poder de tornar esta vida livre e bela ... de fazê-la uma aventura maravilhosa. Portanto - em nome da democracia - usemos desse poder, unamo-nos todos nós. Lutemos por um mundo novo ... um mundo bom que a todos assegure o ensejo de trabalho, que dê futuro à mocidade e segurança à velhice.&lt;br /&gt;É pela promessa de tais coisas que desalmados têm subido ao poder. Mas, só mistificam! Não cumprem o que prometem. Jamais o cumprirão! Os ditadores liberam-se, porém escravizam o povo. Lutemos agora para libertar o mundo, abater as fronteiras nacionais, dar fim à ganância, ao ódio e à prepotência. Lutemos por um mundo de razão, um mundo em que a ciência e o progresso conduzam à ventura de todos nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A alma do homem ganhou asas e afinal começa a voar. Voa para o arco-íris, para a luz da esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Abuso de poder? Com euzinha... nem vem que não tem, o sangue italiano ferve!&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/6837911422626456531-7176784842569198423?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7176784842569198423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7176784842569198423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7176784842569198423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7176784842569198423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/ltimo-discurso-o-grande-ditador-autor.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2sT0oPDqXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ro5bRah0CYY/s72-c/sweetcharade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8937257406506625500</id><published>2007-12-18T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:51:39.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menino Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2hNZoPDqWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7P8oZ0wjdH8/s1600-h/vishnu_garuda_gajendra_makara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145447676963432802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2hNZoPDqWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7P8oZ0wjdH8/s400/vishnu_garuda_gajendra_makara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Menino Deus, um bairro de Porto Alegre, por analogia esta letra me lembra Vishnu, será que Caetano pensou nesta possibilidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Menino Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Menino Deus, um corpo azul-douradoUm porto alegre é bem mais que um seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na rota das nossas viagens no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Menino Deus, quando tua luz se acenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A minha voz comporá tua lenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E por um momento haverá mais futuro do que jamais houve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas ouve a nossa harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A eletricidade ligada no dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Em que brilharias por sobre a cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Menino Deus, quando a flor do teu sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Abrir as pétalas para o universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E então, por um lapso, se encontrar no anexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ligando os breus, dando sentido aos mundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E aos corações sentimentos profundos de terna alegria no dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do menino Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do menino Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do menino Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No dia do menino Deus&lt;br /&gt;Caetano Veloso&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/6837911422626456531-8937257406506625500?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8937257406506625500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8937257406506625500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8937257406506625500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8937257406506625500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/menino-deus.html' title='Menino Deus'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2hNZoPDqWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7P8oZ0wjdH8/s72-c/vishnu_garuda_gajendra_makara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-9057570657797370925</id><published>2007-12-17T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:18:10.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Homem do Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2cQT4PDqUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Bm1Z4ibkwWs/s1600-h/657619-3428-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Bob Wolfenson/Divulgação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145099032993179970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2cQT4PDqUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Bm1Z4ibkwWs/s400/657619-3428-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A revista Vogue Homem escolheu Wagner Moura como Homem do Ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu escolho este aqui !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145099793202391378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2cRAIPDqVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o91cjLFLMhk/s400/a83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aidan Quinn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;meu sonho de consumo rsr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-9057570657797370925?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/9057570657797370925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=9057570657797370925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/9057570657797370925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/9057570657797370925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-homem-do-ano.html' title='O Homem do Ano'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2cQT4PDqUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Bm1Z4ibkwWs/s72-c/657619-3428-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8581991624489774663</id><published>2007-12-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:32:54.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansiedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2cHFYPDqTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-PwrZrCmcUg/s1600-h/andar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145088888280426802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2cHFYPDqTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-PwrZrCmcUg/s320/andar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Acabei de comprar a minha primeira barraca! É estou virando gente grande e olha, pela net, com cartão de crédito heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não que eu ache isto uma maravilha, mas foi uma solução rapidinha pra minha ansiedade. Sobre ansiedade eu descobri uma coisa: ou a gente acaba com ela ou roe as unhas, eu como não sei roer unhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Agora estou querendo comprar os dias que faltam para a viagem. Alguém sabe de um site de vendas?&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/6837911422626456531-8581991624489774663?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8581991624489774663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8581991624489774663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8581991624489774663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8581991624489774663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/ansiedade.html' title='Ansiedade'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2cHFYPDqTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-PwrZrCmcUg/s72-c/andar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8416833855202097692</id><published>2007-12-14T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:56:50.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPMF</title><content type='html'>CPMF acabou! Agora eu compro a minha bicicleta ! ueeeeeebaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2MI2jFK3AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yVhAjne5xn8/s1600-h/robos1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143964932610120706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2MI2jFK3AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yVhAjne5xn8/s320/robos1.gif" 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;Já roubaram. Outro imposto ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8416833855202097692?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8416833855202097692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8416833855202097692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8416833855202097692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8416833855202097692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/cpmf.html' title='CPMF'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2MI2jFK3AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yVhAjne5xn8/s72-c/robos1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-2073741285665735005</id><published>2007-12-12T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:42:53.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2BVz90Vw-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/DMMEqi45qxU/s1600-h/arquibaldo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143205125712888802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2BVz90Vw-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/DMMEqi45qxU/s320/arquibaldo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="a1" href="http://www.submarino.com.br/books_productdetails.asp?Query=ProductPage&amp;amp;ProdTypeId=1&amp;amp;ProdId=171634&amp;amp;franq=134562" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arquibaldo Detesta Cor-de-Rosa&lt;br /&gt;KAREN WALLACE&lt;br /&gt;Brilhantemente colorido e alegre, este livro traz a história "O gato de estimação de Talula chama-se Arquibaldo, um grande felino amarelo-alaranjado. Ele gosta de todas as cores, menos rosa, pois essa era a cor do vidro do veneno antipulga e de um remédio que ele de-tes-ta. Depois que Talula, sua dona, pintou a casa inteira de cor-de-rosa, Arquibaldo resolveu fugir, partindo para uma aventura incrível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O meu mundo está ficando cercado de Cor-de-Rosa (Barbie), já ganhei dois presentes desta cor; e o pior eu precisando de uma capa de chuva, destas simples, sempre imagino capas de chuvas transparente, ou no máximo, amarela como as de guarda de trânsito, mas adivinha a cor que trouxeram?.... Não é possível, estou achando que eu era o vidro do veneno antipulga do gato ! Aêê uma aventura, fui.&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/6837911422626456531-2073741285665735005?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/2073741285665735005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=2073741285665735005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2073741285665735005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/2073741285665735005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/arquibaldo-detesta-cor-de-rosa-karen.html' title='Mundo Barbie'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R2BVz90Vw-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/DMMEqi45qxU/s72-c/arquibaldo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4037588190230118842</id><published>2007-12-11T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:08:37.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R18JvWtMnuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/j4CTDF82fBM/s1600-h/rainbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142840008634048226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R18JvWtMnuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/j4CTDF82fBM/s320/rainbig.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R18I22tMntI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xRrk-cFgzI0/s1600-h/agora+vai.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R18IIGtMnsI/AAAAAAAAAII/wrsRj3wZ0ok/s1600-h/agora+vai.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi um girassol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gostaria que as margaridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fossem do tamanho de um girassol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R18J92tMnvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nV0KBGpabSw/s1600-h/Color53s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142840257742151410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="286" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R18J92tMnvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nV0KBGpabSw/s320/Color53s.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho algo a dizer mas me foge a lembrança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta chovendo.&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/6837911422626456531-4037588190230118842?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4037588190230118842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4037588190230118842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4037588190230118842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4037588190230118842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/esta-chovendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R18JvWtMnuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/j4CTDF82fBM/s72-c/rainbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8966063137072755007</id><published>2007-12-10T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:19:20.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais fotos do Sarau!!!!! e Mais uma vez, Parabéns !!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IyGtMnrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fXX8VqiqgIQ/s1600-h/sarau_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142487112646172338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IyGtMnrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fXX8VqiqgIQ/s400/sarau_14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13Io2tMnqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XmwjoPuiGKc/s1600-h/sarau_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486953732382370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13Io2tMnqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XmwjoPuiGKc/s400/sarau_13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IkWtMnpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YL4kP5VRapc/s1600-h/sarau_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486876422971026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IkWtMnpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YL4kP5VRapc/s400/sarau_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IfGtMnoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2TExT8wpfi4/s1600-h/sarau_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486786228657794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IfGtMnoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2TExT8wpfi4/s400/sarau_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IYmtMnnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OwR4OMwAoTs/s1600-h/sarau_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486674559508082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IYmtMnnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OwR4OMwAoTs/s400/sarau_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13ISmtMnmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OBP2pMqNsy0/s1600-h/sarau_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13INGtMnlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5xg6Z2_KSuQ/s1600-h/sarau_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486476991012434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13INGtMnlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5xg6Z2_KSuQ/s400/sarau_6.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IIGtMnkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/V-tDN_GzNq4/s1600-h/sarau_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486391091666498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IIGtMnkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/V-tDN_GzNq4/s400/sarau_5.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&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IC2tMnjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AVSWc68Lm0/s1600-h/sarau_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486300897353266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IC2tMnjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AVSWc68Lm0/s400/sarau_4.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13H82tMniI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f63dKerMBaA/s1600-h/sarau_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486197818138146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13H82tMniI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f63dKerMBaA/s400/sarau_2.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13H12tMnhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o71Rj3loLqg/s1600-h/sarau_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142486077559053842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13H12tMnhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o71Rj3loLqg/s400/sarau_1.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;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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8966063137072755007?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8966063137072755007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8966063137072755007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8966063137072755007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8966063137072755007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/sarau-2.html' title='Sarau 2'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R13IyGtMnrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fXX8VqiqgIQ/s72-c/sarau_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-6756715063324605101</id><published>2007-12-09T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:30:20.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau Cultural</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1xzjmtMngI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dD1OWctN1f0/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142111930072997378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1xzjmtMngI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dD1OWctN1f0/s400/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma vez não posso deixar de mencionar aqui a Karina Palmero, quero dar os meus parabéns pelo excelente trabalho desenvolvido e apresentado no Sarau Cultural.Foi uma noite muito agradável, apesar de algumas pessoas terem ficado em pé, aêêêêeeeee Tulha do Casarão do Pau Preto lotada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira a se apresentar foi a  lindinha Geovana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142108768977067458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1xwrmtMncI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mFPCfpyiV2I/s200/Geovana4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;e seu irmão Daniel &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142109250013404626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1xxHmtMndI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1j-4FCezH40/s200/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O Felipe me deixou encantada ! Lembrando The Bleatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142111152683916786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1xy2WtMnfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M5nR3GcjAVQ/s200/Felipe4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Deixo aqui meus beijinhos a todos que participaram:Mauricio Nau, Geovana,Daniel, Eliana, Fernando,Sérgio, Geraldo, Banda Força Natural, Izabelle, Felipe, Gisele, Michelles, Juliana, Banda TNTrês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E agradeço também ao meu sobrinho Bruno, pelas fotos... ele tá aprendendo rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-6756715063324605101?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/6756715063324605101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=6756715063324605101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6756715063324605101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/6756715063324605101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/sarau-cultural.html' title='Sarau Cultural'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1xzjmtMngI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dD1OWctN1f0/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4274311423398752305</id><published>2007-12-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:53:15.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1nOC2tMnYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3bzE_xdGRbE/s1600-h/5B345B2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141366998060277122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1nOC2tMnYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3bzE_xdGRbE/s200/5B345B2B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Toda atrapalhada ... o cerebro não ligou rsrsr&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/6837911422626456531-4274311423398752305?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4274311423398752305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4274311423398752305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4274311423398752305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4274311423398752305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/toda-atrapalhada.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1nOC2tMnYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3bzE_xdGRbE/s72-c/5B345B2B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-4996665444169777102</id><published>2007-12-06T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:50:49.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1hs52tMnXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CsjouAm8Vms/s1600-h/alexdeoxossi-128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140978715836849522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1hs52tMnXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CsjouAm8Vms/s200/alexdeoxossi-128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1hrjGtMnWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tevJ8NZlWFw/s1600-h/alexdeoxossi-128.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Estou em estado de festa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Coisas maravilhosas acontecendo para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lei da atração? Não, mais simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Obrigada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-4996665444169777102?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/4996665444169777102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=4996665444169777102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4996665444169777102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/4996665444169777102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/estou-em-estado-de-festa-coisas.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1hs52tMnXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CsjouAm8Vms/s72-c/alexdeoxossi-128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3076922857075135112</id><published>2007-12-04T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:22:39.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1XE4WtMnVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-dYhxaBUqvk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140231022160158034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 510px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1XE4WtMnVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-dYhxaBUqvk/s400/images.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1XCyGtMnTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NbSfcrOK4Oo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Confraternização de final de ano da Via Harmonia, já aconteceu, foi no ultimo sábado, desta vez foi um almoço no Dona Flora ( Leila, estava uma delícia !) e quem quiser ir até lá dá uma olhadinha no site: &lt;a href="http://www.dnaflora.com.br/"&gt;http://www.dnaflora.com.br/&lt;/a&gt; , é tudo de bom !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E linda a mensagem que Anna Maria, nossa Mestra nos passou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2007-2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aos amigos da Via Harmonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Você não vai receber outra vida como esta. Você nunca mais vivenciará o mundo exatamente desta maneira, com esses pais, filhos, familiares e amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nem experimentará a Terra com todas as suas maravilhas novamente neste período da História.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não espere o momento em que desejará dar a ultima olhada no oceano, no céu, nas estrelas ou nas pessoas queridas. VÁ OLHAR AGORA".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Elizabeth Kubler - Ross)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu agora estou indo olhar minhas crianças rsrsr&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-3076922857075135112?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3076922857075135112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3076922857075135112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3076922857075135112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3076922857075135112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/confraternizao-de-final-de-ano-da-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1XE4WtMnVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-dYhxaBUqvk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-8690795522822633617</id><published>2007-12-03T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:48:16.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1PrtGtMnSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XmHCdHww4w8/s1600-R/hippie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710759886691618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1PrtGtMnSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/22Kbnf5syG8/s400/hippie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inicio de dezembro, inicio da semana, que tudo seja suave, sejamos suaves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viver esta me fazendo muito bem !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-8690795522822633617?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/8690795522822633617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=8690795522822633617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8690795522822633617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/8690795522822633617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/inicio.html' title='Inicio'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1PrtGtMnSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/22Kbnf5syG8/s72-c/hippie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-1211447952180321651</id><published>2007-12-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:09:44.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.... me apaixonei!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Domingo, calor, futebol na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; na rua - tudo para.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu aqui nas minhas navegações, nunca tenho um caminho certo, o mundo esta em minhas mãos, ás vezes escolho um assunto, um país, mas na maioria das vezes é sem rumo e no sem rumo, na calmaria do domingo meu coração dispara, me vejo pelo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;avesso&lt;/span&gt;, perdidamente apaixonada, indiozinho, indiazinha ainda não sei... tentei seguir outros rumos, mas a imagem ficou tatuada na minha retina, fui em busca de seu criador Vito D’Alessio e não, não, não... coração dispara novamente, paixão!! Paixão pela Criatura e pelo Criador!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139469434264263954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1MQOGtMnRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hBOPYixhKI8/s400/imagem_4_5493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Está em cartaz no Museu da Imagem e do Som, em São Paulo, a exposição do fotógrafo Vito D’Alessio, Latinoamerica-Memória Afetiva. O momento também é marcado pelo recente lançamento da publicação Latinoamerica (Ed. Dialeto Latin American Documentary; 120 págs.; R$ 98). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837911422626456531-1211447952180321651?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/1211447952180321651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=1211447952180321651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/1211447952180321651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/1211447952180321651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-me-apaixonei.html' title='E.... me apaixonei!!!'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1MQOGtMnRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hBOPYixhKI8/s72-c/imagem_4_5493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-3141165197110842835</id><published>2007-12-01T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:10:56.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial de Luta Contra a Aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1HpQGtMnQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YK8x_ZOP97c/s1600-R/591646por_um_mundo_sem_HIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139145112693808386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1HpQGtMnQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bZQSeW1eX30/s400/591646por_um_mundo_sem_HIV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que não é verdade -Roger Taylor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto mais duro jogamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais rápido caímos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando pensamos que sabemos tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabemos é nada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O aviso chega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como um raio vindo do nada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E aí o que sobra da sua vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos os seus sonhos perdidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que não é verdade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que hoje &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando eu abrir meus olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo isso desaparecerá &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que não é verdade Diga mesmo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não pode estar acontecendo com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não pode estar acontecendo comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É difícil não chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É difícil acreditar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tanta dor no coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tantos motivos para lamentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com as maravilhas da ciência &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com toda tecnologia que juntamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coquetéis mágicos que salvam vidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que as pessoas não tem como comprar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que não é verdade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pode dizer que não é certo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Difícil acreditar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em tamanho crime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que não é verdade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pode dizer que não é real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poderia estar acontecendo com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poderia estar acontecendo comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="email" href="mailto:afasaofranciscodeassis@uol.com.br"&gt;afasaofranciscodeassis@uol.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Associação Filantrópica e Assistencial São Francisco de Assis&lt;br /&gt;(19) 3845-7090 • (19) 3875-2690&lt;br /&gt;Estr. Municipal Pedro Virillo Furlan, 1Chácara RecreioIndaiatuba, SP, 13339-545 &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/6837911422626456531-3141165197110842835?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/3141165197110842835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=3141165197110842835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3141165197110842835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/3141165197110842835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/12/dia-mundial-de-luta-contra-aids.html' title='Dia Mundial de Luta Contra a Aids'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1HpQGtMnQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bZQSeW1eX30/s72-c/591646por_um_mundo_sem_HIV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7857042141068381535</id><published>2007-11-30T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:04:42.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexta-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1CWamtMnPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PAdRVun_KB0/s1600-R/cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138772558640618738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1CWamtMnPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Hk0PuJDdqKU/s400/cama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;É a idade já chegou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;duro constatar, mas hoje, sexta-feira e eu só quero uma cama !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alguém pra dormir comigo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu disse DORMIR ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Boa Noite !&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/6837911422626456531-7857042141068381535?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7857042141068381535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7857042141068381535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7857042141068381535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7857042141068381535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/11/sexta-feira.html' title='sexta-feira'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R1CWamtMnPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Hk0PuJDdqKU/s72-c/cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837911422626456531.post-7401020913048569563</id><published>2007-11-29T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:27:52.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Chamado melhor amigo do homem, e o homem é o melhor amigo de quem ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R087sVCd0wI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LsoETzfONE0/s1600-h/navitividad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138391332600795906" style="WIDTH: 680px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R087sVCd0wI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LsoETzfONE0/s400/navitividad2.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138391053427921650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="302" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R087cFCd0vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wJ_yXj448ck/s400/perrito.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eu sei!Tudo por acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tudo por atraso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;distração&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje de manhã, quase 7:00&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hs&lt;/span&gt;, enquanto esperava meus alunos para dar aula, é sou professora de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Astanga&lt;/span&gt; Yoga,também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Por impaciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Por obediência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pura intuição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Comecei&lt;/span&gt; a folhear uma revista e vi uma nota que me deixou pasma! Uma nota sobre artes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plásticas&lt;/span&gt; que adoro a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Qualquer dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Qualquer hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tempo e dimensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O futuro foi agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tudo é invenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas não foi invenção, foi crueldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ninguém vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saber de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pelo sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pelo envolvimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pelo coração...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;( &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aqui a letra do Lenine sai do contexto, tem gente fazendo sim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pela madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pela emboscada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;contramão&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vejam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://botabaixo.nireblog.com/post/2007/10/27/guillermo-vargas-habacuc-ou-o-louco-o-monstro-vestido-de-artista"&gt;http://botabaixo.nireblog.com/post/2007/10/27/guillermo-vargas-habacuc-ou-o-louco-o-monstro-vestido-de-artista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.logdemsn.com/2007/10/21/guillermo-vargas-habacuc-seu-filho-da-puta/"&gt;http://www.logdemsn.com/2007/10/21/guillermo-vargas-habacuc-seu-filho-da-puta/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianepestana.wordpress.com/2007/10/23/cao-doente-e-exposto-em-galeria-de-arte-e-morre-de-fome-e-sede/"&gt;http://lucianepestana.wordpress.com/2007/10/23/cao-doente-e-exposto-em-galeria-de-arte-e-morre-de-fome-e-sede/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://de.wordpress.com/tag/guillermo-vargas/"&gt;http://de.wordpress.com/tag/guillermo-vargas/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fractura.net/?p=787"&gt;http://fractura.net/?p=787&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animalnewsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/exposio-de-guillermo-habacuc-vargas.html"&gt;http://www.animalnewsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/exposio-de-guillermo-habacuc-vargas.html&lt;/a&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/6837911422626456531-7401020913048569563?l=quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/feeds/7401020913048569563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837911422626456531&amp;postID=7401020913048569563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7401020913048569563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837911422626456531/posts/default/7401020913048569563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quandotualuavaidespertar.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-chamado-melhor-amigo-do-homem-e-o.html' title='O Chamado melhor amigo do homem, e o homem é o melhor amigo de quem ?'/><author><name>Sombra da Lua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_IACpd7f9g/R087sVCd0wI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LsoETzfONE0/s72-c/navitividad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
