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FELICITATE Para todos nós... =]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-3794034127383001687</id><published>2007-03-10T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:16:48.117-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RfLYDMfFxjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RS-11J7Iydw/s1600-h/george-bush-tells-america-fuck-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040328482383840818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RfLYDMfFxjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RS-11J7Iydw/s320/george-bush-tells-america-fuck-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São Paulo parou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muita gente apanhou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bush passou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nada mudou.&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/25170001-3794034127383001687?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/3794034127383001687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=3794034127383001687' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/3794034127383001687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/3794034127383001687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-paulo-parou.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RfLYDMfFxjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RS-11J7Iydw/s72-c/george-bush-tells-america-fuck-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-3238722496839727137</id><published>2007-03-09T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:52:46.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia daqueles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Há dias que não deveriamos ter saído da cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Há dias que gostariamos de estar na lua ou no mínimo no polo norte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Há dias que achamos que pra gente, só pra gente, tudo dá errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Há dias que tentamos de todas as formas resolver nossos problemas, de todas as maneiras e o que é pior, geralmente de todas as maneiras ERRADAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas... nada como um bom banho, uma boa música (nesse caso: ALICIA KEYS), um bom papo com alguém especial e a certeza de que na verdade, por mais difícil que seja acreditar nesses momentos, TUDO VAI SE RESOLVER... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É só ter fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Para quem gosta e para quem ainda não conhece: ALICIA KEYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhPAK8HjcPI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-3238722496839727137?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/3238722496839727137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=3238722496839727137' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/3238722496839727137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/3238722496839727137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/03/um-dia-daqueles.html' title='Um dia daqueles'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-1695957693805411083</id><published>2007-03-07T09:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:54:24.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;DAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar não é fazer amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar é dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fazer amor é lindo, é sublime, é encantador, é esplêndido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas dar é bom pra cacete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar é aquela coisa que alguém te puxa os cabelos da nuca... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Te chama de nomes que eu não escreveria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não te vira com delicadeza... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não sente vergonha de ritmos animais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar é bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Melhor do que dar, só dar por dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar sem querer casar.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sem querer apresentar pra mãe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sem querer dar o primeiro abraço no Ano Novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar porque o cara te esquenta a coluna vertebral... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Te amolece o gingado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Te molha o instinto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar porque a vida é estressante e dar relaxa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar porque se você não der para ele hoje, vai dar amanhã, ou depois de amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tem pessoas que você vai acabar dando, não tem jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar sem esperar ouvir promessas, sem esperar ouvir carinhos, sem esperar ouvir futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar é bom, na hora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Durante um mês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Para os mais desavisados, talvez anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas dar é dar demais e ficar vazio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar é não ganhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É não ganhar um eu te amo baixinho perdido no meio do escuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É não ganhar uma mão no ombro quando o caos da cidade parece querer te abduzir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É não ter alguém pra querer casar, para apresentar pra mãe, pra dar o primeiro abraço de Ano Novo e pra falar: "Que que cê acha amor?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É não ter companhia garantida para viajar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É não ter para quem ligar quando recebe uma boa notícia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dar é não querer dormir encaixadinho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É não ter alguém para ouvir seus dengos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas dar é inevitável, dê mesmo, dê sempre, dê muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas dê mais ainda, muito mais do que qualquer coisa, uma chance ao AMOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Esse sim é o maior tesão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Esse sim relaxa, cura o mau humor, ameniza todas as crises e faz você flutuar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Experimente ser amado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Luis Fernando Verissimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sempre Verissimo!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-1695957693805411083?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/1695957693805411083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=1695957693805411083' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/1695957693805411083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/1695957693805411083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/03/dar-dar-no-fazer-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-7142925002547896765</id><published>2007-03-05T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:16:48.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PAZ E AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RezI6IgnEGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VMbv021z53c/s1600-h/FLOR+BRANCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038622984162971746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RezI6IgnEGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VMbv021z53c/s320/FLOR+BRANCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Assistindo aos jornais por esses dias, observei uma coisa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESTÁ MUITO PERIGOSO VIVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tantas notícias ruíns, o caso do garotinho João Hélio, barbaramente morto no Rio de Janeiro, o caso da menina Priscila que provavelmente ficará paralítica graças a uma bala perdida em São Paulo e muitos outros... Citei esses por serem os mais recentes e os quais a mídia deu uma atenção mais especial, mas... e os outros casos que não chegaram ao nosso conhecimento???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Comentei com meu pai o quanto está difícil viver no Brasil, mas em seguida fui obrigada a corrigir minha triste conclusão, com notícias vindas do Iraque com todos aqueles covardes ataques diários matando vários e vários inocentes, com as ameaças 'nucleares' do Irã, enfim, com toda a violência mundial, cheguei a conclusão que está muito difícil, muito mesmo, viver no planeta terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;As pessoas parecem ter perdido a noção do que é respeito, solidariedade, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A crueldade no coração dos homens tem aumentado em proporções absurdas. Me pergunto se ainda pode piorar?!?! Tenho muito medo de ser vítima dessa cruel violência, tenho medo pela minha amada família, tenho medo pelos meus preciosos amigos, tenho medo pelos filhos que ainda não tenho, tenho medo pelos milhões de inocentes expostos dia após dia a maldade de homens cruéis, sem alma, sem coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mas até quando viveremos assim, com medo??? O que precisa e pode ser feito para reverter tal situação?? Será que podemos sonhar com um mundo melhor? será que poderemos ir ao dentista sem o risco de levarmos uma bala perdida nas costas e se levarmos, será que teremos tempo de ligarmos para nossas mães, clamando ajuda??? Será que poderemos ter carros sem o risco de sermos assaltados e ficarmos presos ao cinto de segurança e sermos arrastados cruelmente por 7 km???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Do fundo do meu coração, espero que a esperança de vivermos em um mundo melhor e feliz não morra nos nossos corações. Que todos, juntos, busquemos a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PAZ&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HARMONIA&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JUSTIÇA&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;! Na verdade, o que realmente desejo é que todos nós busquemos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEUS&lt;/span&gt;, porque sinceramente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;só ELE pra transformar esse mundo cruel em um MUNDO DE PAZ E AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E mais uma vez, MARTIN LUTHER KING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Temos aprendido a voar como os pássaros e até a nadar como os peixes, mas ainda não aprendemos a sensível arte de vivermos como irmãos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-7142925002547896765?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/7142925002547896765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=7142925002547896765' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/7142925002547896765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/7142925002547896765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/03/paz-e-amor.html' title='PAZ E AMOR'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RezI6IgnEGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VMbv021z53c/s72-c/FLOR+BRANCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-5035171066170036822</id><published>2007-02-22T21:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:14:04.538-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres Alteradas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Alterar:&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o dicionário, alterar é mudar;&lt;br /&gt;variar; fazer uma coisa de forma diferente ou colocá-la em uma posição diferente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma mulher alterada não é louca.&lt;br /&gt;Partindo do princípio de que as mulheres também são consideradas pessoas, uma mulher alterada é uma pessoa que está mudando. E acho que não foi Borges que disse que só quem não muda são os idiotas e os mortos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora seja verdade que uma coisa é sofrer uma mudança e outra muito diferente é fazer com que os outros a sofram, convenhamos que alguém muda quando não suporta mais o que lhe acontece, por mais que aos outros seja difícil suportar a mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Assim, aquela que até ontem esperava por vc você acordada, agora fecha a cara! A que esperava dormindo compra uma cinta-liga, a que via sete novelas na TV se matricula em sete cursos, a que administrava uma empresa quer viver em um camping, aquela que cuidava da sogra como a sua própria mãe, interna as duas em um asilo, a magra vira uma vaca de gorda e a gorda perde 20 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto isso, são tratadas como "piradas", insatisfeitas, histéricas, ciclotímicas, imaturas, egoístas e, é claro, o pior dos insultos: FEMINISTAS. Mas nem tudo é preto como a caneta que foi parar na máquina de lavar, deixando 5kg de roupa cinza. Muitas mudanças nossas são recebidas com grande alegria por aqueles que nos cercam, como... nosso novo marido ou nosso velho analista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E não foi fácil para as mulheres descobrirem que tinham o direito de mudar. Por muito tempo pensamos que seria melhor ser outra pessoa.  Hoje, que sabemos que até a mais resolvida das mulheres rói as unhas, estamos mais satisfeitas conosco. Mudamos o que não nos agrada, e não só as fraldas ou o batom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conseguimos! Nestes últimos anos, as mulheres mudaram muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Antes, só estávamos obcecadas para conseguir um marido, Agora também estamos estressadas por exigirmos conquistas profissionais, transtornadas pela culpa provocada pela maternidade e desesperadas para combater a celulite!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAITENA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALTERADA????????????? Ah, sim... com orgulho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-5035171066170036822?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/5035171066170036822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=5035171066170036822' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/5035171066170036822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/5035171066170036822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/mulheres-alteradas.html' title='Mulheres Alteradas.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-7188544481775401757</id><published>2007-02-20T21:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:33:30.677-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Fácil é sonhar todas as noites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Difícil é lutar por um sonho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-7188544481775401757?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/7188544481775401757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=7188544481775401757' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/7188544481775401757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/7188544481775401757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-2994785616484869410</id><published>2007-02-18T16:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:16:48.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RdoH2WCSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hstlqLBTM_E/s1600-h/carnaval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033344163749455234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RdoH2WCSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hstlqLBTM_E/s320/carnaval.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje é domingo...&lt;br /&gt;Domingo de carnaval!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nessa cidade maravilhosa, está caindo uma tempestade e simplesmente não tenho nem um lugar pra ir...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me pergunto porque não nasci rica ou pelo menos numa cidade litorânea...&lt;br /&gt;Ai sim, meu carnaval seria mais interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/25170001-2994785616484869410?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/2994785616484869410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=2994785616484869410' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/2994785616484869410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/2994785616484869410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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/_4ol_VMzk79Y/RdoH2WCSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hstlqLBTM_E/s72-c/carnaval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-9183007334733763342</id><published>2007-02-18T16:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:50:56.480-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sou a irmã do Sonho,e desta sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sou a crucificada ... a dolorida ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E que o destino amargo, triste e forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Impele brutalmente para a morte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alma de luto sempre incompreendida!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sou aquela que passa e ninguém vê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sou a que chamam triste sem o ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sou a que chora sem saber porquê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sou talvez a visão que alguém sonhou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E que nunca na vida me encontrou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;                                              Florbela Espanca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-9183007334733763342?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/9183007334733763342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=9183007334733763342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/9183007334733763342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/9183007334733763342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-117081091387775015</id><published>2007-02-06T23:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:23:47.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não me recordo se já questionei aqui no blog o pq de gostarmos de quem não gosta da gente, ou das pessoas erradas, ou das pessoas inacessíveis, ou... ou.&lt;br /&gt;Pq não colocamos um ponto final numa relação que temos total certeza q não deu, não dá e nunca dará certo??&lt;br /&gt;Pq insistimos, qd TUDO nos leva a crer q é perda de tempo e sentimentos??&lt;br /&gt;Pq não aprendemos com as experiências passadas??&lt;br /&gt;Pq não pegamos nosso banquinho e saimos de fininho e partimos pra outra?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ouvi dizer q isso tinha um nome cientifico, tipo: co-dependência emocional... algo assim. Vou pesquisar mais sobre o assunto e ver se é isso mesmo e escrever sobre aqui no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas o fato é: Pq somos assim??!?!?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Claro q não é todo mundo q sofre dessa mazela, mas grande parte de nós, HUMANOS, sofremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pq não superamos com garra, com fé, uma desilusão??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pq não partimos pra outra qd loguinho identificamos uma "barca furada"???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pq qt mais o negócio fica emperrado, mais a gente insiste????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pq não mandamos no nosso coração?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pq não controlamos nossos pensamentos? nossas emoções e nossas ações???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Podia tanto ser mais fácil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-117081091387775015?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/117081091387775015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=117081091387775015' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117081091387775015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117081091387775015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/por-que.html' title='Por que?'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-117064251022328404</id><published>2007-02-05T00:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:30:27.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor negro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recebi essa piadinha por e-mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Durante a leitura esbocei um sorriso de leve, mas ao concluir, minha vontade era de chorar... e muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Um sujeito vai visitar um amigo deputado federal e aproveita para lhe pedir um emprego para o seu filho que tinha acabado de completar o supletivo do 1º grau. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu tenho uma vaga de assessor, só que o salário não é muito bom.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quanto doutor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pouco mais de 10 mil reais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Dez Mil!!!!???? Mas é muito dinheiro para o garoto! Ele não vai saber o que fazer com tudo isso não, doutor!!!! Não tem uma vaguinha mais modesta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Só se for para trabalhar na assembléia. Meio período e eles estão pagando só 7 mil! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ainda é muito doutor! Isso vai acabar estragando o menino!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Bom, então tenho uma de consultor. Estão pagando 5 mil reais por mês, serve? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Isso tudo é muito ainda, doutor. O Senhor não tem um emprego que pagasse uns mil e quinhentos ou até dois mil reais???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ter até tenho, mas aí é só por concurso e é para quem tem curso superior, pós graduação ou mestrado, bons conhecimentos em informática, domínio da língua portuguesa e conhecimentos gerais. Além do mais ele terá que comparecer ao trabalho todos os dias."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que dá para piorar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-117064251022328404?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/117064251022328404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=117064251022328404' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117064251022328404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117064251022328404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/humor-negro.html' title='Humor negro.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-117062515406642974</id><published>2007-02-04T19:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:40:42.870-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3049/2624/1600/10238/estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3049/2624/200/189490/estrelas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A vida é igual em toda parte e o que é necessário é a gente ser a gente."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-117062515406642974?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/117062515406642974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=117062515406642974' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117062515406642974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117062515406642974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/vida-igual-em-toda-parte-e-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-117045809742906874</id><published>2007-02-02T20:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:41:27.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E os clássicos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dias distante do blog...&lt;br /&gt;Sem grandes novidades... (na verdade, algumas!! porém... 'segredinho')&lt;br /&gt;Bom início de ano... boas expectativas, emprego, saidinhas com as amigas que rendem boas risadas...boas paqueras (!) casinhos antigos em fase de flashbacks... é, bom início de ano!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o post de hoje, é em homenagem aos clássicos que jurei que ia ler em 2007!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bem... ahm... hum... deixa eu ver...&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;Os clássicos!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de Vitor Hugo, de Sartre, Machado de Assis, Dostoiévski, Saramago...&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente estou lendo agora, são livros estilo "Bridget Jones"... (risos)&lt;br /&gt;Estou lendo (comendo) os livros de uma escritora inglesa (eu acho!) chamada Marian Keyes.&lt;br /&gt;Li: 'CASÓRIO', 'SUSHI' e o próximo será 'FÉRIAS'!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;É queridissimos.... podem rir da minha fase meio Bridget... (risos), mas esses são meus clássicos no momento!!! ( NO MOMENTO!)&lt;br /&gt;Fora que nem comentei aqui no blog, sobre o clássico dos clássicos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE SIMPLESMENTE NÃO ESTÁ AFIM DE VOCÊ.&lt;br /&gt;ENTENDA OS HOMENS SEM DESCULPAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Greg Behrendt e Liz Tuccillo, ed. Rocco)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente fantástico...&lt;br /&gt;(me ajudou muito depois de um fora federal!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Bem, acho que como é evidente, tô numa fase meio largadinha...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, dias melhores virão... com leituras e postagens melhores... ESPERO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ceninha de: "O Diário de Bridget Jones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bem minha cara... NO MOMENTO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0D0zfB1l1x0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-117045809742906874?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/117045809742906874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=117045809742906874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117045809742906874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/117045809742906874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/02/e-os-clssicos.html' title='E os clássicos...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-116856840927507723</id><published>2007-01-11T23:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:20:09.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3049/2624/1600/624569/Lug.%20escondidos..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3049/2624/200/608882/Lug.%20escondidos..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje estou leve... romântica... sonhadora... nas nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me sinto assim quando acabo de ler um romance, um bom romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Há 3 anos ganhei ou comprei um livro (não lembro!) chamado: LUGARES ESCONDIDOS, nunca tinha me interessado em ler, emprestei pra minha tia linda (tia Sônia) que leu e adorou, mesmo assim não me empolguei muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas no início desse ano, como não poderia ser diferente, fiz também uma lista dos livros que quero ler... olhando pra minha estante com meus livros lindos e a maioria nunca lidos, peguei esse romance, olhei... folhei e listei-o para ser lido em 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Na hora de escolher o primeiro livro a ser lido... fiquei pensando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A idade da razão, de Sartre?! fiquei com medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A biografia da Hillary Clinton?!?! Ahm, ainda não....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mais uma vez: Dom Casmurro?! Esse como já li 5 vezes, pode esperar mais um pouquinho pela 6ª vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ele simplesmente não está a fim de você!!!! Bem... sei que preciso lê-lo, mas... ainda não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Germinal?! ahn, hum, bem... depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lugares Escondidos?! SIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nossa, que linda história...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que mel com açucar perfeito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Precisava ler um romance, para sensibilizar meu pobre coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E um romance tão lindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lido num momento onde a esperança parecia ter tirado licença prêmio da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me sinto até uma pessoa melhor!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acabei hoje a leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Já com saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Agora já posso ler Sartre! Sem medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E muitos clássicos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Decidi que esse ano irei ler os grandes clássicos da Literatura Mundial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E muitos... muitos... muitos.... romances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Quem sabe assim eu não viva um também...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116856840927507723?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116856840927507723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116856840927507723' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116856840927507723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116856840927507723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoje-estou-leve.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116848363762836526</id><published>2007-01-11T00:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:47:17.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A boa e velha gelada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3049/2624/1600/881180/cerva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3049/2624/320/616033/cerva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho que agora, mais do que nunca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Vamos beber, por que amar tá difícil!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116848363762836526?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116848363762836526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116848363762836526' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116848363762836526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116848363762836526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2007/01/boa-e-velha-gelada.html' title='A boa e velha gelada...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116715399161318795</id><published>2006-12-26T14:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:35:33.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrevivi!</title><content type='html'>SOBREVIVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegui terminar a monografia e fui aprovada. Estou formada.&lt;br /&gt;Nem acredito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que nunca tive grandes problemas pra escrever, simplesmente travei! Não consegui desenvolver o turbilhão de idéias que estavam doidas pra sair do meu cérebro pelos meus dedos até o teclado do meu PC.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... consegui.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida pós monografia é maravilhosa!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Durmo todos os dias em paz.... igual um anjinho. (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como esse será o último post do ano (Viu d. Alzily!!!!) vou falar sobre 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu 2006 foi muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de alguns acontecimentos tristes, como o falecimento da minha única avó, não ter passado em nenhum concurso, alguns foras que levei (o último então, me arrebentou!!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;Ter ficado desempregada por um tempo... É isso aí...&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo faz parte da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as vitórias foram tantas... tantos momentos bons...&lt;br /&gt;A minha conclusão de curso, tantas pessoas maravilhosas que entraram na minha vida, tantos amigos preciosos que conquistei, tantos momentos felizes que vivi... tudo isso fez do meu 2006, um ano muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;Fui feliz em 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as expectativas pra 2007 são as melhores possíveis....&lt;br /&gt;* Um bom emprego;&lt;br /&gt;* Uma pós graduação na área de Literatura;&lt;br /&gt;* Muitas baladas;&lt;br /&gt;* Um grande amor;&lt;br /&gt;* Uma viagem maravilhosa;&lt;br /&gt;* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muita fé que meu 2007 vai ser muito abençoado por Deus, muitas coisas boas vão acontecer pra mim... Vou ter fé e lutar por isso!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para encerrar esse post...&lt;br /&gt;Vou postar um vídeo do Barão Vermelho, cantando uma música que reflete perfeitamente um dos meus desejos pra 2007!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxdMYEG0KiU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredos&lt;br /&gt;Barão Vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Frejat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;que ainda não encontrei&lt;br /&gt;diferente de todos que amei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos quero descobrir&lt;br /&gt;uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;e as feridas dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;eu quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu a encontre&lt;br /&gt;numa fila de cinema&lt;br /&gt;numa esquina ou numa mesa de bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;que seja bom pra mim&lt;br /&gt;vou procurar, eu vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou tratá-la bem&lt;br /&gt;pra que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;quando começar a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;e as feridas dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;eu quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu gagueje&lt;br /&gt;sem saber o que falar&lt;br /&gt;mas eu disfarço&lt;br /&gt;e não saio sem ela de lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;que seja bom pra mim&lt;br /&gt;vou procurar, eu vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos,&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2007 pra todos!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que coisas boas aconteçam pra todos nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que sejamos todos felizes, amados e prósperos em td o que fizermos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e até 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116715399161318795?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116715399161318795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116715399161318795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116715399161318795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116715399161318795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/12/sobrevivi.html' title='Sobrevivi!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-116593487366862154</id><published>2006-12-12T12:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:47:53.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monografia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Será que existe vida pós monografia????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ouvi isso sábado de um conhecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Espero do fuuunnndddooooo do meu coração que sim, que exista vida pós monografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estou desesperada, ela está pronta... todinha feita por mim, mas o medo está me dilacerando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amanhã é o grande dia e eu estou apavorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não queria a presença de ninguém, mas já mudei de idéia... já estou convocando um grupo de amigos pra me dar um apoio moral nesse momento tão... tão... tão... difícil da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu sei... eu sei... estou exagerando, mas.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estou apavorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma amiga me perguntou se existe amizade pós monografia, EU ESPERO profundamente que sim..... que minha vida volte ao normal. (?!?!?!?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exagerei demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas... é isso aí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quinta-feira (14/12) espero ter voltado a minha vida normal... com muito tempo disponível para ficar no MSN tc com amigos q AMO... tempo pra fuçar no orkut... tempo pra namorar muito... tempo pra ESTUDAR para o concurso... tempo pra escrever no blog... tempo pra ler bons livros que estão me esperando faz tempo... tempo pra assistir bons filmes que estou louca pra ver... TEMPO PRA VIVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alzily amiga, este post é em sua homenagem... por seu incentivo diário pela 'manutenção' deste blog. Amo vc amiga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116593487366862154?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116593487366862154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116593487366862154' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116593487366862154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116593487366862154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/12/monografia.html' title='Monografia.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116567324617649805</id><published>2006-12-09T11:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:07:26.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Homens e Mulheres......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complexidade feminina ! ( M = Mulher / H = Homem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Onde você vai ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Vou sair um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M &lt;/strong&gt;- Vai de carro ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt;- Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Tem gasolina ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Sim... coloquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Vai demorar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... coisa de uma hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Vai a algum lugar específico ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... só rodar por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Não prefere ir a pé ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... vou de carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Traz um sorvete pra mim !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Trago... que sabor ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Ok... na volta eu passo e compro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Na volta ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Sim... senão derrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Passa lá, compra e deixa aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... melhor não ! Na volta... é rápido !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Ahhhhh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Quando eu voltar eu tomo com você !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Mas você não gosta de manga !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu compro outro... de outro sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Aí fica caro... traz de cupuaçu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu não gosto também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Traz de chocolate... nós dois gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Ok ! Beijo... volto logo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Ei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - O que ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Chocolate não... Flocos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não gosto de flocos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Então traz de manga prá mim e o que quiser prá você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Foi o que sugeri desde o começo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Você está sendo irônico ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... tô não ! Vou indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Vem aqui me dar um beijo de despedida !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Querida! Eu volto logo... depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Depois não... quero agora !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Tá bom ! (Beijo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Vai com o seu ou com o meu carro ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Com o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Vai com o meu... tem cd player... o seu não !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não vou ouvir música... vou espairecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Tá precisando ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não sei... vou ver quando sair !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Demora não !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - É rápido... (Abre a porta de casa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Ei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Que foi agora ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M &lt;/strong&gt;- Nossa !!! Que grosso ! Vai embora !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Calma... estou tentando sair e não consigo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Porque quer ir sozinho ? Vai encontrar alguém ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - O que quer dizer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Nada... nada não !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Vem cá... acha que estou te traindo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... claro que não... mas sabe como é ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Como é o quê ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Homens !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Generalizando ou falando de mim ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Generalizando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Então não é meu caso... sabe que eu não faria isso !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Tá bom... então vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Vou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Ei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Que foi, cacete ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Leva o celular, estúpido !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Prá quê ? Prá você ficar me ligando ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... caso aconteça algo, estará com celular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... pode deixar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Olha... desculpa pela desconfiança... estou com saudade...&lt;br /&gt;só isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Ok meu amor... Desculpe-me se fui grosso. Tá.. eu te amo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu também !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Posso futricar no seu celular ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Prá quê ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Sei lá! Joguinho !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Você quer meu celular prá jogar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - É!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Tem certeza ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Liga o computador... lá tem um monte de joguinhos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Não sei mexer naquela lata velha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Lata velha ? Comprei pra gente mês passado !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Tá.. ok... então leva o celular senão eu vou futricar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Pode mexer então... não tem nada lá mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - É ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - É.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Então onde está ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - O quê ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - O que deveria estar no celular mas não está...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Como !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Nada ! Esquece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Tá nervosa ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Não... tô não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Então vou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Ei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Que ééééééé ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Não quero mais sorvete não !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah é ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - É !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Então eu também não vou sair mais não !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah é ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - É.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Oba ! Vai ficar comigo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Não vou não... cansei... vou dormir !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Prefere dormir do que ficar comigo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt;- Não... vou dormir, só isso !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Está nervoso ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; - Claro, po... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Por que você não vai dar uma volta para espairecer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Luis Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116567324617649805?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116567324617649805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116567324617649805' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116567324617649805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116567324617649805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/12/homens-e-mulheres.html' title='Homens e Mulheres......'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116543593960689006</id><published>2006-12-06T17:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:27:31.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de ano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse é o mês que mais gosto! passo o ano esperando dezembro chegar!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Além de natal e ano novo, tem o meu aniversário também!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que as pessoas ficam mais felizes em dezembro, seja pelo 13º salário, a compra de alguma coisa que esperou durante o ano todo, o início do verão, o especial do Roberto Carlos na globo, reencontros de família, presentes, panettones (ADORO), enfim... é um mês de espectativas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E esse dezembro está sendo muuuiiiittttoooo especial pra mim! pelo menos nas espectativas sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promessas de empregos (Bons empregos), defesa e aprovação de TCC, viagem (já feita) YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paquerinhas, hummmmm... saidinhas no FDS, presentes de natal e aniversário (mercenária) hahaha, minha tatoo, dentre outras coisitas... dezembro sempre é bom! E tem uma coisa também que adoro em dezembro: LISTAS! sou louca por listas!!!!!! lista do que comprar, lista do que pagar, lista do que fazer, lista de projetos, lista de sonhos, listas de TUDO. Minha lista desse ano foi quase 70% cumprida!! um bom percentual em vista dos anos anteriores e digo mais... 2007 minha lista de projetos será 100% cumprida! sinto virações positivas confirmando isto no meu coração... mas hoje ainda é dia 06 de dezembro... até dia 31 ainda escreverei mais a respeito de dezembro! Mês de festas... Mês feliz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E pra deixar esse post mais legalzinho, aí vai um vídeo bem bacana do Roberto Carlos, bem estilo especial de fim de ano/Globo, cantando uma música MARAVILHOSA que eu simplesmente AMO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detalhes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ6Rf63Ez-Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ6Rf63Ez-Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116543593960689006?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116543593960689006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116543593960689006' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116543593960689006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116543593960689006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/12/fim-de-ano.html' title='Fim de ano.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116463531939051412</id><published>2006-11-27T11:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:06:37.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje o post é um conto  hilário e real da Ivana Arruda Leite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolores 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando as pessoas me olham na rua, são capazes de apostar: lá vai uma mãe e uma esposa exemplar. Engraçado isso de parecer o que não se é. Eu também diria se não soubesse quem sou. Conhecendo-me como conheço fico pensando de onde vem essa impressão. Talvez da docilidade e submissão que aparento ter. Na verdade, a docilidade nunca esteve entre as minhas virtudes. Muito menos a submissão. Perguntem a Miguel se sou esta santa que aparento e ouvirão uma sonora gargalhada. Garanto que ele fará tantas reclamações que parecerá tratar-se de outra pessoa. Ele dirá que sou péssima dona de casa, não sei passar suas camisas, não lavo minhas calcinhas e os móveis vivem cobertos de poeira. Além de não cuidar dos nossos filhos como toda a mãe deveria. Diferente de Miguel, eu diria que o que me impede de ser esposa e mãe exemplar é o meu temperamento. Tenho um gênio terrível. De manhã acordo de um jeito, na hora do almoço estou de outro e à noite pior ainda. Nenhuma mãe ou esposa exemplar pode ser tão imprevisível. Pode ser porca, relaxada, preguiçosa, péssima cozinheira, mas imprevisível não. Faço padecer os que vivem ao redor. Já pedi que me deixem sozinha, que procurem mãe e esposa melhor por aí. Mas eles preferem continuar me azucrinando. Deixem-me a sós, eu lhes peço do fundo do coração. Outro dia fui me confessar. Não sei porque, mas, de repente, me deu uma culpa danada por querer afogar os meus filhos no vaso sanitário, dar-lhes toddy com formicida. Quando o padre me viu chegar foi logo abrindo os braços e dizendo: que pecados pode ter você, uma mãe e esposa exemplar? Dei-lhe as costas e saí pisando duro. Meus passos ecoavam pela igreja toda. Na rua, ouvi algum comentário: que mulher boa é a Dolores! Esse inferno não tem fim. Pra falar verdade, acho que nasci com vocação pra puta. Me vejo livre e feliz sem marido nem filhos, solta na vida e no mundo. Pois não é que eu estava encostada no balcão do posto de gasolina, com cigarro no canto da boca, batom vermelho e radinho de pilha no ouvido quando ouvi um motorista comentar: dizem que é excelente mãe de família. Todo vagão descarrilha um dia, por que só eu tenho que andar na linha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dolores 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O que me aborrece nessa vida de puta é esse maldito ar de mulher séria. Onde quer que vá, as pessoas me olham, olham meu corpo, meu jeito de andar e comentam: lá vai uma mulher séria. Se ao menos fosse verdade, vá lá. Mas não é o caso. Nunca foi. Gosto de andar sem rumo, sentar em botecos, me sentir sem eira nem beira, ouvir radinho de pilha. Tem garota que vira puta pra pagar remédio da mãe, cachaça do pai, droga pro namorado. Essas, pobrezinhas, não têm escolha, quando vêem já estão. Meu caso é diferente. Sempre fui moça bonita, bem feita de corpo, lindos cabelos, olhos amendoados, cinturinha de pilão, coxas grossas, canela fina, bonita da cabeça aos pés. Fui até convidada pra ser miss na cidade onde eu morava. O problema era o meu temperamento, insuportável. Essa menina acaba com os meus nervos, minha mãe dizia à beira da loucura. Maldito gênio tem essa menina, dizia meu pai, vai acabar solteira, não tem homem que aguente mulher assim. Na base do grito eu ia conseguindo tudo o que queria. Menos namorado. Aí não tinha jeito. Eu via aquelas meninas feinhas, magrinhas, todas casando e eu nada. E minha mãe me atazanando, você vai ficar pra tia, não tem homem que te aguente. Era gozação pra tudo o que é lado, solteirona, solteirona, e o enxoval embolorando na prateleira. Aquilo foi me dando tanto ódio que eu resolvi ser puta. Certa vez, no baile da Primavera, depois de tomar chá de cadeira a noite inteira, eu chamei de lado o moço mais feio da cidade, aquele que também não tinha com quem ficar, e lhe propus casamento. O pobre começou a rir um riso de boca torta e bater a cabeça feito um pica-pau no pilar. Seu corpo balançava todo sacudido por um riso ardido, fininho, mais parecendo um ataque epilético. Quando sossegou, me olhou com olhinhos vesgos e perguntou:- Por que comigo, você nem me conhece?- Porque fui com a sua cara, respondi. Topa ou não topa? Só eu sabia de onde vinha a força daquela decisão. Casar com Alfeu seria subir ao Olimpo das putas e lá ser coroada e maioral. Era isso que eu queria. Alfeu topou. Ia toda a noite na minha casa, ficávamos no terraço folheando revistas, aos domingos íamos à missa de braço dado. Quando os amigos perguntavam como ele me aguentava, respondia: ela é uma boa moça. Em três meses eu estava casada. Me plantava na janela da casa que ele me dera, punha um vestido bem decotado, fincava os cotovelos no batente e passava a tarde fumando e ouvindo radinho de pilha, uma puta perfeita. Com o pobre do Alfeu sempre tive paciência. Como brigar com um homem bom como aquele? O tempo passou, Alfeu foi transferido para São Paulo, mês que vem completamos bodas de prata. Nem no enterrro da minha mãe eu voltarei àquela merda de cidade. De vez em quando encosto num balcão de padaria e bebo uma cerveja. Sozinha. Nunca perdi a virgindade, mas tenho a certeza que sou puta. Sei que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dolores 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maldita a hora que minha mãe me jogou nesse orfanato. A vaca embarrigou mas não quis saber da criança. Seu negócio era botar a perna no mundo. Me deixou aqui nas mãos destas freiras que me deram casa e comida, mas me privaram do melhor. Mesmo sem conhecer, tenho certeza que o melhor está lá fora. O melhor está no que os homens trazem no meio das pernas. E eu aqui, com este vestidão enorme, preto, calorento, parecendo um urubu. Fiz meus votos há vinte anos. O que sei do mundo, escuto num radinho de pilha que levo escondido pra onde vou. Vida mesmo têm as putas que dormem cada noite com um homem diferente, num lugar diferente, beijando boca diferente. E eu aqui, ferindo meus joelhos, passando fome, esfregando o chão, cercada por essas malucas que nunca deram beijo na boca. Se Deus me desse uma chance, uma outra vida pra eu viver, juro que pedia pra ter ido com minha mãe. Seríamos putas as duas, eu numa cama, ela na outra, eu com um homem, ela com outro. Depois a gente trocava e comparava qual dos dois foi melhor. Era isso que eu queria pra mim e Deus sabe que eu não estou mentindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dolores 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meu nome é Dolores e eu sou puta. Que destino infeliz o meu. Dormir cada noite com um homem, numa cama diferente, aguentar bafo de bêbado, homem banguela, fedido, mal educado, triste sina a minha. Quem dera ser dona de casa, destas bem comportadas, com maridão do lado, filho pedindo toddy, roupa pra passar, comida pra fazer. Quem dera abrir as pernas prum homem só a vida inteira. Ou não abrir se não tivesse vontade. Mas Deus quis que meu destino fosse outro. Aliás, Deus, que é pai e me criou, sabe que meu sonho mesmo, de verdade, era ter sido freira. Passar a vida toda dando só pra Nosso Senhor. Mas era tanto remédio pra mãa, cachaça pro pai e droga pro namorado que não teve jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ivana Arruda Leite, in Putas – Novo Conto Português e Brasileiro, Ed. Quasi, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vai entender a mente da mulher....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116463531939051412?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116463531939051412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116463531939051412' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116463531939051412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116463531939051412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/11/dolores.html' title='Dolores...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116411603108857571</id><published>2006-11-21T11:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:36:13.870-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O vídeo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabe aquelas mensagens que vc nunca esquece????&lt;br /&gt;Que vc pode ver várias e várias vezes e a mensagem continua sendo viva e operante?!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;Esse é "O VÍDEO".&lt;br /&gt;E tem alguns trechinhos... nooosssaaaa !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... todos os dias faça alguma coisa que seja assustadora..."&lt;br /&gt;"...Cante..."&lt;br /&gt;"...Relaxe..."&lt;br /&gt;"...Dance..."&lt;br /&gt;"...Tome cálcio..."&lt;br /&gt;"...O que quer que faça, não se orgulhe e nem se critique demais..."&lt;br /&gt;"...Algumas vezes vc ganha, algumas vc perde..."&lt;br /&gt;"...USEM FILTRO SOLAR..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbAM6dCWE58" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijinhos pra todos e não se esqueçam de praticar cada um desses conselhos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tati =-]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116411603108857571?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116411603108857571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116411603108857571' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116411603108857571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116411603108857571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-vdeo.html' title='O vídeo!!!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116398066535552592</id><published>2006-11-19T21:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:57:45.386-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa companhia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/areia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/areia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes fico tão sensível...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontade de ficar quietinha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na minha, com meus pensamentos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viajando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esses 'momentos relâmpagos' me transformam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me isolo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me encontro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico em companhia de mim mesma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes bem acompanhada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E em cada um desses encontros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me descubro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me surpreendo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116398066535552592?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116398066535552592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116398066535552592' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116398066535552592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116398066535552592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/11/boa-companhia.html' title='Boa companhia.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116346907052510556</id><published>2006-11-13T23:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:59:24.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérola II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/igualdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/igualdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estive ausente do blog por um breve tempinho...&lt;br /&gt;Completamente sem inspiração, cansada, preocupada, com "muito trabalho"...&lt;br /&gt;E alguns amigos questionaram a minha ausência, não apenas a ausência de postar algo no blog, mas principalmente a ausência de meus textos relatando minhas desilusões (!?) É... é muito triste mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas....&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, sentei em frente ao computador e pensei: Vou escrever!&lt;br /&gt;Pensei...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em escrever sobre minha semana super estressante com a pintura da casa... quase pirei com tanta bagunça e olha que não sou a sra. organizada;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em escrever sobre minhas experiências como professora, mas são tão tristes e desanimadoras que era perigoso deixar alguém deprimido junto comigo;&lt;br /&gt;Ai... pensei: vou relatar minhas conversas metafísicas com o Thiago no msn...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ai... pensei melhor... é perigoso o(a) amigo(a) leitor(a) achar que sou doida demais... deixei pra lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em colocar uma música.. um trecho de livro... uma poesia...&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Acabei desistindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ao chegar hoje em casa e abrir meu e-mail, vi uma mensagem com o seguinte tema:&lt;br /&gt;"Frases Perfeitas" como gosto dessas coisas... fui ler.&lt;br /&gt;As ler as primeiras frases, constatei que eram bem conhecidas e já havia lido uma dezena de vezes... cansada, pensei em finalizar a mensagem, mas acabei desistindo e li até o final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que encontro uma pérola do Martin Luther King.&lt;br /&gt;É possível que alguns nunca tenham ouvido falar desse "enorme" homem,&lt;br /&gt;outros talvez, até ouviram falar, mas nunca se sensibilizaram com sua luta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, eu...&lt;br /&gt;Que admiro essa história e essa luta, não pude deixar de refletir e pensar no blog na hora!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então,&lt;br /&gt;Reflitam também, amigos leitores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Temos aprendido a voar como pássaros,&lt;br /&gt;e até a nadar como os peixes,&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda não aprendemos a sensível&lt;br /&gt;arte de vivermos como irmãos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King "O Grande".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116346907052510556?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116346907052510556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116346907052510556' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116346907052510556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116346907052510556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/11/prola-ii.html' title='Pérola II'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116197104660560193</id><published>2006-10-27T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:51:04.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Música Boa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adoro música francesa...&lt;br /&gt;Acho romântica, delicada e o fato dela não ser tão "comercial" me agrada mais ainda...&lt;br /&gt;É uma pena não ser tão divulgada aqui no Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;Então, pra quem gosta de música francesa... um presentinho!&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem ainda não conhece, uma pequena amostra com uma das maiores cantoras francesas: Patricia Kaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCGPwo28XPo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCGPwo28XPo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116197104660560193?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116197104660560193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116197104660560193' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116197104660560193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116197104660560193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/msica-boa.html' title='Música Boa...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116123005110445649</id><published>2006-10-19T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:54:11.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/namorados-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/namorados-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Amar é quando a gente mora um no outro".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mário Quintana.&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/25170001-116123005110445649?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116123005110445649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116123005110445649' title='4 Comentários'/><link 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tão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Então, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vou ouvir Adriana Calcanhoto, pra ver se dói menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhoto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nada ficou no lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu quero quebrar essas xícaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu vou enganar o diabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu quero acordar sua familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu vou escrever no seu muro &lt;br /&gt;E violentar o seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu quero roubar no seu jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu ja arranhei os seus discos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que é pra ver se você volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que é pra ver se você vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que é pra ver se você olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pra mimNada ficou no lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu quero entregar suas mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu vou invadir sua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Queria falar sua lingua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu vou publicar seus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu vou Mergulhar sua guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu vou derramar nos seus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O resto da minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que é pra ver se você volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que é pra ver se você vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que é pra ver se você olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RVUAwS2j8A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RVUAwS2j8A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116112500683959233?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116112500683959233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116112500683959233' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116112500683959233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116112500683959233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/mentiras.html' title='Mentiras.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116079766626062770</id><published>2006-10-14T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:21:15.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog e vídeos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, depois de muito tempo tentando....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consegui postar vídeos!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho nem palavras p/ expressar minha felicidade... rss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A partir de hoje, vou fazer a festa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colocar um montão de vídeos legais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E devo isso, ao meu grande amigo: Thiago! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O cara mais inteligente e modesto que conheço!!!! rss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu queria muito colocar aqui no vídeo inaugural uma cantora francesa chamada Patricia Kaas, mas infelizmente não deu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marisa Monte terá essa honra!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sp5iliX3UTw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116079766626062770?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116079766626062770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116079766626062770' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116079766626062770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116079766626062770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-e-vdeos.html' title='Blog e vídeos...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116079348926728268</id><published>2006-10-13T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:35:28.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Cicca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Dona%20Cica..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Dona%20Cica..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O que é que uma simples rapidinha na praia não faz com a reputação de uma pessoa?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O povo é cruel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116079348926728268?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116079348926728268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116079348926728268' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116079348926728268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116079348926728268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/dona-cicca_13.html' title='Dona Cicca...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116078252984232593</id><published>2006-10-13T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:20:25.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu: Bridget Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Bridget%20jones..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Bridget%20jones..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje à tarde, completamente à toa e navegando na net, comecei a conversar com minha amiga Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me recordo perfeitamente o início da conversa, mas o teor da conversa... impossível esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Disputávamos o título de verdadeira Bridget Jones! É...é isso mesmo e digo mais: Disputa acirrada!! Apresentávamos argumentos fortissimos para ganhar o triste título de 'encalhada'?!?! Aff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disputa a parte, discorremos sobre nossas vidas afetivas, nossos encontros e desencontros, por sinal mais desencontros que na verdade encontros, nossas amigas casadas, a dificuldade de encontrar um homem interessante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto conversava com a Ana, fiquei pensando...Putz, pq tá tão difícil encontrar um partidão?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quais serão os motivos??&lt;br /&gt;( ) Somos boas demais?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Somos ruíns demais?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Não somos?!&lt;br /&gt;( ) Exigimos demais?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eles exigem demais?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Não tem homem em Brasília?&lt;br /&gt;( ) N.D.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve existir uma justificativa!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda brinquei com a Ana, ia jogar a toalha... está difícil demais...&lt;br /&gt;Ela não, ela tem certeza que vai encontrar uma pessoa bacana.&lt;br /&gt;E no fundo, bem no fundinho... nós sabemos que existe sim, por aí, uma pessoa muito especial procurando por nós...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia nos encontraremos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso...&lt;br /&gt;Já combinamos: Vamos beber pra esquecer, sair pra balada, marcar presença e ouvir muita música sertaneja, de preferência: César Menotti e Fabiano!&lt;br /&gt;(Tudo de bom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs.:&lt;br /&gt;*Não entramos em um consenso quanto ao título de Bridget Jones.&lt;br /&gt;*Se por acaso, alguém tiver um outro palpite sobre a nossa dificuldade em encontrar o nosso George Clooney, avise-nos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116078252984232593?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116078252984232593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116078252984232593' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116078252984232593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116078252984232593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/eu-bridget-jones.html' title='Eu: Bridget Jones'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116076106628767067</id><published>2006-10-13T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:52:14.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um pouquinho de política...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SERÁ QUE A GLOBO VAI PERGUNTAR ISSO AO ALCKMIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que o Bonner teria coragem de fazer estas perguntas ao Alckmin no Domingo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queremos que Bonner e Fátima façam as perguntas ao Alckmin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) O senhor que promete um banho de ética, não percebeu que sua filha trabalhava com a maior quadrilha de contrabandistas de roupas, a Daslú?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) O Senhor não percebeu que sua esposa recebeu 400 vestidos de luxo,em troca sabe-se lá de que, e depois, sem jeito, ela declarou que havia doado para instituições de caridade, o que foi negado pela instituição? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) O senhor ao assumir o segundo mandato, afirmava que a segurança pública era o maior problema do Estado. Porque menosprezou o PCC, e permitiu que a população vivesse dias de pânico com os ataques?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) O que o senhor acha a respeito dos secretários do seu Governo negociarem com bandidos durante os ataques?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Enquanto Governador,por que a bancada de seu partido não permitiu a criação de nenhuma CPI, o senhor não acha que as CPIS são importantes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Por que o senhor e seu partido privatizaram todas as empresas estatais de São Paulo, como as estradas, que cobram pedágios astronômicos, com as empresas elétricas, o Banespa... Se assumir a presidência o senhor vai privatizar a Petrobrás como FHC fez com a Vale do Rio Doce, e até hoje ninguém sabe onde foi parar o dinheiro? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Se o senhor for Presidente, vai invadir a Bolívia com o exército e se alinhar aos EUA, liderando a política de opressão aos povos da AL? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Por que o senhor gastava tanto dinheiro com publicidade numa revista insignificante, que por coincidência era de seu acupunturista?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Por que o senhor superfatura o pagamento para os empresários que exploram os restaurantes de comida a R$ 1,00, pagar mais R$ 3,50 por prato para o dono do restaurante, que tem uma clientela garantida de mais de 1.000 refeições por dia, além de algumas benesses do Estado, não é um assalto ao bolso do contribuinte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) O senhor que fala tanto em choque de gestão, por que está deixando um rombo de 1 bilhão e duzentos mil no estado de São Paulo, que pode levar seu vice, Cláudio Lembo, para a cadeia? Ainda neste tema, o que o senhor achou da declaração do recém eleito José Serra, dizendo que vai cancelar a privatização da Nossa Caixa, iniciada na surdina pelo senhor durante seu governo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E-mail encaminhado)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muito ético... muito mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116076106628767067?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116076106628767067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116076106628767067' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116076106628767067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116076106628767067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/mais-um-pouquinho-de-poltica.html' title='Mais um pouquinho de política...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116076028656910159</id><published>2006-10-13T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:24:46.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouquinho de política.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Por acreditar em meu país - República Federativa do Brasil - e no atual Presidente, assino e repasso a mensagem que acabo de receber.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seu voto inteligente garantirá o Brasil sempre pra frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LULA Presidente Acredito que somente uma pessoa que nada aprendeu, não muda suas opiniões... (Memórias de um funcionário público) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1- Passei a vida toda lutando contra a ditadura militar e contra políticos da Arena, PDS, PFL, PSDB, PMDB e outros canalhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2- Vivi a era FHC e vi o país ser posto à venda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3- Vi Mais de 100 empresas públicas serem "privatizadas", sem que o produto da venda tenha sido utilizado em favor do país. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4- Fiquei 08 anos sem nenhum centavo de reajuste salarial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5- Vi colegas de trabalho, concursados, serem demitidos, através do malsinado RH 008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6- Vi todo o processo de desmonte da Caixa para a privatização. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7- Vi milhões de brasileiros desempregados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8- Vi dezenas e dezenas de CPIs serem abortadas a custa de muita grana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9- Vi o Procurador Geral da República do governo FHC ser chamado de "Engavetador Geral da República". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10- Vi a Polícia Federal de mãos amarradas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11- Vi o FMI mandando e desmandando e os Governos dizendo "amém". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12- Vi um país que gerou apenas 8 mil empregos mensais durante 8 longos anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13- Vi trabalhadores escravos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14- Vi e vivi. Participei de dezenas de passeatas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15- Vi o "pensamento único" do PSDB calando (ou "comprando") os jornais, rádios e emissoras de TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16- Vi o Banco Central "doando" milhões de dólares para os banqueiros falidos salvarem suas peles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17- Vi milhares de micros e pequenas empresas fechando suas portas para dar lugar aos importados pela paridade do dólar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;18- Vi o escândalo da compra de votos no Congresso (que atingiu a casa dos bilhões de reais) para alterar a Constituição e permitir a reeleição de FHC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;19- Vi a grande imprensa se calar e ser cúmplice dessa mesma compra de votos para a reeleição (que foi muito maior do que o tão alardeado "mensalão"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20- Vi o escândalo do SIVAM, no qual FHC e seu amigo Xico Graziano estavam por trás de tudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21- Vi muitos e muitos outros escândalos como a farra do Proer, caixa 2 de campanhas, propina nas privatizações, TRT paulista, grampos telefônicos, o caso Marka/Fonte Cindan, o caso "Eduardo Jorge", o rombo da Sudan, desvios da Sudene, a violação do painel do Senado, as relações podres com o banqueiro Daniel Dantas, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Agora que o Brasil gera mais de 100 mil empregos mensais. • Que as indústrias batem recordes de produção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que o comércio bate recordes de venda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que o país bate recordes de exportações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que dispensamos a tutela do FMI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que o BB contrata milhares de novos empregados concursados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que são efetuados diversos Concursos Públicos. • Que estamos entrando em período de deflação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que 11 milhões de famílias são atendidas pelos programas sociais do Governo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que milhares de jovens estão cursando faculdade, graças ao PROUNI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que a agricultura familiar está tendo acesso ao crédito e de fato sendo valorizada. • Que as pequenas e micros empresas voltam a abrir portas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que a Polícia federal atua sem amarras e desbarata uma quadrilha atrás da outra, como nunca em toda a sua história (inclusive pessoas ligadas ao PT e ao Governo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que a fiscalização da Receita Federal está fazendo as grandes empresas e bancos recolherem impostos (tanto que a Receita federal também bate recordes de arrecadação). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que o Ministério do trabalho fiscaliza as empresas (o FGTS também bate recordes históricos de arrecadação) e está erradicando o trabalho escravo no campo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;• Que o preço dos alimentos caiu pela metade nos supermercados. Agora vem alguém me pedir para ir às ruas contra LULA e o governo popular??!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meu amigo: TÔ FORA!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não vou fazer parte dessa campanha anti PT/Lula (lançada por uma elite que se sente ameaçada e integrada por muita gente desinformada e dirigida pela mídia) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estou pronto para ir às ruas pedir investigação de quaisquer atos de corrupção praticados por quem quer que seja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que a Polícia Federal, O Ministério Público Federal e outras instituições sérias investiguem com total isenção, e que a Justiça puna exemplarmente todo aquele que tenha praticado irregularidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É preciso conhecer para poder opinar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pensem bem... Para o BRASIL continuar sendo da gente, LULA Presidente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(E-mail encaminhado.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116076028656910159?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116076028656910159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116076028656910159' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116076028656910159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116076028656910159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-pouquinho-de-poltica.html' title='Um pouquinho de política.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116066853995597880</id><published>2006-10-12T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:55:39.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acabou. Ponto final.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela chegou ao limite, cansou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mais poderia viver assim, amarrada a um relacionamento depende e desgastante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era  o fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus sentimentos confusos e idéias desconexas devagavam... não podia continuar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sofria demais e doia demais, ela não merecia isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela precisava decidir, era hora de decidir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precisa pensar mais em si mesma, não valia a pena amar sozinha, sonhar sozinha, lutar sozinha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doia muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma decisão que a atormentava. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dormia, não comia, não chorava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decidiu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca mais amaria sozinha, sonharia sozinha, lutaria sozinha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dor?? continuava.... mas passaria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paz?? se aproximava... acenava... reinaria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E um dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor seria completo e verdadeiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116066853995597880?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116066853995597880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116066853995597880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116066853995597880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116066853995597880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-fim.html' title='O Fim.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-116052608064534013</id><published>2006-10-10T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:25:41.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie... cria juízo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/sr_satc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/sr_satc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Adoro Sex And The City.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assisto todos os dias... me identifico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Bradshaw (foto), colunista famosa, chique, inteligente, solteira e com alguns probleminhas afetivos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie ama Big. Homem charmoso, rico e complicado que aparentemente não ama Carrie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie sofre. (Bastante)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie conhece Aidan. Homem lindo, generoso, romântico, fiel, descomplicado. (Perfeito!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aidan ama Carrie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aparentemente, Carrie não ama Aidan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie ainda ama Big.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie perde Aidan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big brinca com os sentimentos de Carrie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie sofre e sofre muito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que Carrie age assim??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me identifico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-116052608064534013?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116052608064534013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116052608064534013' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116052608064534013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116052608064534013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/carrie-cria-juzo.html' title='Carrie... cria juízo!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116048824504857032</id><published>2006-10-10T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:57:45.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que ainda piora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Brasilianuncamaisseraamersma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Brasilianuncamaisseraamersma.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O povo brasileiro não merece tanto (!)&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/25170001-116048824504857032?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116048824504857032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116048824504857032' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116048824504857032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116048824504857032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/ser-que-ainda-piora.html' title='Será que ainda piora?'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116045778337013231</id><published>2006-10-10T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:25:57.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulipas e Amor... hummm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/tulipas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/tulipas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto tanto de tulipas que um dia quero conhecer a Holanda só para passear naqueles canteiros lindos... coloridos... românticos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ir acompanhada,muito bem acompanhada... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que seja inesquecível... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tulipas e amor... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERFEITO!&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/25170001-116045778337013231?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116045778337013231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116045778337013231' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116045778337013231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116045778337013231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/tulipas-e-amor-hummm.html' title='Tulipas e Amor... hummm'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-116041373313995151</id><published>2006-10-09T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:08:53.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/frio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/frio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Outro dia estava tão frio... que quase me casei."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shelley Winters.&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/25170001-116041373313995151?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/116041373313995151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=116041373313995151' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116041373313995151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/116041373313995151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/10/casamentos_09.html' title='Casamentos...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115826462886165821</id><published>2006-09-14T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:59:52.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade Maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Mire e veja: o mais importante e bonito, do mundo, é isto: que as pessoas não estão sempre iguais, ainda não foram terminadas, mas que elas vão sempre mudando. Afinam ou desafinam. Verdade maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;João Guimarães Rosa em Grande Sertão: Veredas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Depois desse trechinho poderoso... não tenho mais o que escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Só refletir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Verdade Maior'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/25170001-115826462886165821?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115826462886165821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115826462886165821' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115826462886165821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115826462886165821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/09/verdade-maior.html' title='Verdade Maior...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115826355200038446</id><published>2006-09-14T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:02:48.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontros e Despedidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Encontros e Despedidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mande notícias do mundo de lá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz quem fica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me dê um abraço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venha me apertar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô chegando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisa que gosto é poder partir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ter planos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor ainda é voltar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os dias é uma vai e vem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida se repete na estação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente que chega pra ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente que vai pra nunca mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente que vem e quer voltar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente que vai e quer ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente que veio só olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente a sorrir e a chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim chegar e partir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São só dois lados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da mesma viagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O trem que chega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o mesmo trem da partida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hora do encontro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É também despedida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A plataforma dessa estação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Linda canção de Milton Nascimento e Fernando Brant, que na voz de Maria Rita passou de linda para perfeita!)&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/25170001-115826355200038446?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115826355200038446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115826355200038446' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115826355200038446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115826355200038446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/09/encontros-e-despedidas.html' title='Encontros e Despedidas'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115799651216622284</id><published>2006-09-11T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:27:53.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/minas0sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/minas0sc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Você é o que se fizer ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115799651216622284?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115799651216622284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115799651216622284' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115799651216622284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115799651216622284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/09/verdades.html' title='Verdades...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115777357345201935</id><published>2006-09-09T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:07:30.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérola...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada pessoa que passa em nossas vidas passa sozinha, pois toda pessoa é única e nenhuma substitui outra.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um que passa em nossas vidas passa sozinho, mas não vai sozinho e não nos deixa só.&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa que passa em nossas vidas leva um pouco de nós mesmos e deixa um pouco de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Há os que levam muito, mas não há os que não levam nada. Há os que deixam muito, mas não há os que não deixam nada.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a grande responsabilidade de nossas vidas e a prova evidente de que duas almas não se encontram ao acaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Exupéry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115777357345201935?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115777357345201935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115777357345201935' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115777357345201935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115777357345201935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/09/prola.html' title='Pérola...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115758248905470953</id><published>2006-09-06T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:16:11.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só de sacanagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Só de sacanagem"&lt;br /&gt;Elisa Lucinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está aos pulos!Quantas vezes minha esperança será posta à prova? Tudo isso que está aí no ar: malas, cuecas que voam entupidas de dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu dinheiro, do nosso dinheiro, Que reservamos duramente para educar os meninos mais pobres que nós. Para cuidar gratuitamente da saúde deles e dos seus pais. Esse dinheiro viaja na bagagem da impunidade e eu não posso mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes minha esperança vai esperar no cais? É certo que tempos difíceis existem para aperfeiçoar o aprendiz. Mas não é certo que a mentira dos maus brasileiros venha quebrar no nosso nariz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração tá no escuro. A luz é simples, regada ao conselho simples de meu pai, minha mãe, minha avó E dos justos que os precederam: “Não roubarás”. “Devolva o lápis do coleguinha”. “Esse apontador não é seu, minha filha”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, se mexeram comigo, Com a velha e fiel fé do meu povo sofrido, Então agora eu vou sacanear: Mais honesta ainda vou ficar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só de sacanagem! Dirão: “Deixa de ser boba, desde Cabral que aqui todo o mundo rouba” E eu vou dizer: “Não importa, será esse o meu carnaval, vou confiar mais e outra vez”. Eu, meu irmão, meu filho e meus amigos. Vamos pagar limpo a quem a gente deve e receber limpo do nosso freguês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo a gente consegue ser livre, ético e o escambau. Dirão: “É inútil, todo o mundo aqui é corrupto, desde o primeiro homem que veio de Portugal”. E eu direi: “Não admito, minha esperança é imortal”. E eu repito: “Ouviram? IMORTAL!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não dá para mudar o começo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, se a gente quiser, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai dar para mudar o final!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EY5sSLxwk1Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EY5sSLxwk1Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115758248905470953?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115758248905470953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115758248905470953' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115758248905470953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115758248905470953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/09/s-de-sacanagem.html' title='Só de sacanagem...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115758186007123534</id><published>2006-09-06T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:04:54.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo e aprendendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho aprendido algumas coisinhas preciosas ultimamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Quando a gente quer muito uma coisa e luta por isso... a gente consegue;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*A gente precisa escolher muito bem pelo que vai lutar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Independência financeira e emocional é TUDO DE BOM;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Acreditar na mudança do outro, reflete mudança em nós mesmos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Expor nossos sentimentos não é perigoso, perigoso é guarda-lo e nunca partilhar o que sentimos... mesmo que seja dor, amor, sonhos, medos.... precisamos expor e mais do que isso COMO E QUANDO expor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lutar por alguém que gostamos é uma boa luta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Ter fé em Deus e ter fé na vida, faz toda a diferença;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*O perdão liberta a alma;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Todos os dias precisamos evoluir como seres humanos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Respeitar o próximo com todos os seus defeitos e diferenças é nobre;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*A felicidade é muito simples... nós é que a dificultamos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Nunca deixar para depois algo que posso fazer agora;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lutar pelos meus direitos é uma luta digna;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Mel e açucar é excelente para esfoliar e hidratar a pele;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Meu cabelo ruivo e longo, fica o máximo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Cuidar de mim, é bom para mim... muito mais que para os outros;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Um bom livro tem o poder de fazer a gente: sonhar, amar, crescer, mudar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Não existe melhor terapia que: escrever, ouvir música, ler um bom livro e namorar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Tenho bons amigos e preciso declarar mais vezes meu amor por cada um deles;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Vinho branco é muito melhor que vinho tinto;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Gostar de quem não gosta de mim é perda de tempo e sentimento;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Internet é maravilhosa... mas, vicia... e nenhum vício é bom;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Adoro carinho.... mais do que imaginava;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115758186007123534?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115758186007123534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115758186007123534' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115758186007123534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115758186007123534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/09/vivendo-e-aprendendo.html' title='Vivendo e aprendendo...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115724041810056593</id><published>2006-09-02T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:40:18.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Tulipas%20FE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Tulipas%20FE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou a irmã do Sonho,e desta sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou a crucificada ... a dolorida ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E que o destino amargo, triste e forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Impele brutalmente para a morte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alma de luto sempre incompreendida!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou aquela que passa e ninguém vê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou a que chamam triste sem o ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou a que chora sem saber porquê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E que nunca na vida me encontrou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Florbela Espanca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115724041810056593?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115724041810056593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115724041810056593' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115724041810056593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115724041810056593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/09/eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115686440490442597</id><published>2006-08-29T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:57:47.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/l??grima"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/l%3F%3Fgrima%20bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por que a gente  gosta de quem não gosta da gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E por que a gente não gosta de quem gosta da gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/25170001-115686440490442597?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115686440490442597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115686440490442597' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115686440490442597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115686440490442597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/08/por-que.html' title='Por que?'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115652035971642464</id><published>2006-08-25T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:39:19.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/borboleta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/borboleta.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Essa semana recebi um e-mail com uma piadinha horrível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas eis que no fim, encontro essa pérola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Não quero ter a terrível limitação de quem vive apenas do que é passível de fazer sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu não: Quero uma verdade inventada!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Acho que esse trechinho de Clarice, expressa bem o que estou sentindo no momento, a vontade, ou melhor, a necessidade de uma verdade inventada.... viver além do que é passível de viver... ir além....... muito além......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ando com a alma inqüieta... muito inqüieta.&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/25170001-115652035971642464?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115652035971642464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115652035971642464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115652035971642464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115652035971642464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/08/essa-semana-recebi-um-e-mail-com-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115412125617475342</id><published>2006-07-28T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:14:16.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/solid??o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/solid%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade dói... dói muito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas... dói muito mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem inventou essa droga de saudade?!?!?!&lt;/strong&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/25170001-115412125617475342?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115412125617475342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115412125617475342' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115412125617475342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115412125617475342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115357433452193990</id><published>2006-07-22T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:18:54.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpie Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Esta semana tenho andado um pouquinho melancólica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sem emprego, com contas a pagar... ansiosa quanto ao meu futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Precisando estudar p/ o concurso... querendo criar coragem p/ tomar uma decisão drástica mais necessária... enfim... preocupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas hoje acordei com a esperança latejando em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abri os olhos e um sol lindo insistia em não me deixar dormir mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;abri a janela e fiquei olhando o lindo céu da minha cidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E uma expressão me veio à mente: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CARPIE DIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Levantei, me arrumei e fui caminhar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nossaaa... como me fez bem caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E com essa idéia,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;CARPIE DIEM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que vou passar esse sábado gostoso e ensolarado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115357433452193990?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115357433452193990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115357433452193990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115357433452193990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115357433452193990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/carpie-diem.html' title='Carpie Diem'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-115343086809909014</id><published>2006-07-20T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:30:27.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/noiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/noiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje aconteceu uma coisa comigo que para alguns pode ser trágico... para outros engraçado... para mim, foi BIZARRO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou eu, sentada feliz da vida, tomando sol na porta da minha casa, tricotando um cachecol lindo para mim e esperando uma visita super especial(!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eis que surge no meu portão um conhecido antigo.... que há muitos anos eu não via, o papo foi aquele básico:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) -E ai td bem??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ele) -Td e vc??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) -Jóia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ele) -Qt tempo heim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) -Pois é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ai, meu conhecido se foi... desejamos tudo de bom um p/o outro e tchau...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo tricotando e esperando minha visita...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eis q o conhecido volta, e...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ele) -E ai, vc já casou??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) -Eu?? não ainda não...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ele) -NÃO?????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) -NÃO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ele) -Ah... não pensa em casar não né... tem mulher q prefere não casar mesmo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) -Mas eu vou casar! apenas ainda não casei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ele) -Sei... sei... então tá... tchau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) -TCHAUUUUUU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora me diz se um cara desse não é muito abusado?!?!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei pensando nessa situação depois... pq a mulher TEM q casar???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mulher nasceu p/ casar?? se sim... pq algumas mulheres são tão infelizes no casamento?? elas foram predestinadas p/ o sofrimento??? creio q não...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E qt as mulheres lindas, independentes, felizes e SOLTEIRAS q existem por ai???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu q pensava q o homem tinha evoluido... rss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E para a situação bizarra se completar, recebo a ligação de uma amiga de infância hj...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversa vai, conversa vem... e a pergunta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ela) - E ai Tati, tá namorando???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu) - Tô não.... tô meio enrolada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ela) -Nossa vc não muda né... vc é muito devagar... presta atenção heim... fulana, beltrana, ciclana (nossas amigas de infância tbm) já casaram... tome suas providências!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu, pensando) -PQP.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me senti o Líbano bombardeado por Israel... (gargalhadas)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí, fala sério... Tenho só 26 anos... me deixem em paz! deixa eu curtir minha solteirisse tranqüilamente... qd eu tiver q casar... eu caso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto isso...................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115343086809909014?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115343086809909014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115343086809909014' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115343086809909014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115343086809909014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/bizarro.html' title='Bizarro...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115340753037476961</id><published>2006-07-20T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:58:50.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre as fofocas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Tulipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Tulipas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversando com uma amiga hoje a respeito de questões pessoais q não vem ao caso divulgar aqui... Discutiamos uma forma de amenizar o problema, buscavamos uma 'solução' p/ a devida questão... Até esbarrarmos em um problema universal: FOFOCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que será que a vida alheia atrai tanto o ser humano??? e o SER HUMANO generalizando mesmo!!!!! não uma parcela da humanidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o pior mesmo, é quando nos tornamos reféns da opinião 'pública', tememos fazer algo, ou pior... deixamos de fazer algo, por simples medo de cairmos nas garras daqueles que estão à espreita... esperando nossa queda... nosso fracasso... nossa infelicidade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revoltada eu???????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falo isso com experiência e conhecimento de causa... Hoje, depois dessa conversa, tomei uma decisão: Tô nem ai... Tô nem ai...                                                  (ops, já ouvi uma música assim... rss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estou em paz com minha consciência, estou em paz com o meu próximo e estou em paz com Deus... UM ABRAÇO para os fofoqueiros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar o outro ser juiz da minha vida... dos meu atos.... não posso permitir que a "opinião pública" determine o que vou fazer COM A MINHA VIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para a minha amiga que quando ler este post, vai entender que é especialmente para ela...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo tulipas (lindas) e uma frase da Cecília Meireles que não me canso de citar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Aprendi com a primavera a deixar-me cortar e voltar sempre inteira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(escrevi em verde... para te lembrar que a esperança é tudo na nossa vida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115340753037476961?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115340753037476961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115340753037476961' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115340753037476961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115340753037476961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/sobre-as-fofocas.html' title='Sobre as fofocas...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115197233608479489</id><published>2006-07-03T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:18:56.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Mario%20Quintana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Mario%20Quintana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A VIDA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A vida são deveres que nós trouxemos pra fazer em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quando se vê já são seis horas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Agora, é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Se me fosse dado, um dia, outra oportunidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pelo caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a casca dourada inútil das horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dessa forma eu digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;não deixe de fazer algo que gosta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;devido à falta de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A única falta que terá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;será desse tempo que infelizmente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;não voltará mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115197233608479489?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115197233608479489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115197233608479489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115197233608479489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115197233608479489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/mrio-quintana.html' title='Mário Quintana'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-115195782826929829</id><published>2006-07-03T17:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:22:58.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zinedine Zidane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/zidane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/zidane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Além de muito lindo e charmoso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;JOGA MUUUIIIIITTTTTOOOOO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Mereceu ganhar!!! Que me desculpe o povo brasileiro!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115195782826929829?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115195782826929829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115195782826929829' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115195782826929829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115195782826929829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/zinedine-zidane.html' title='Zinedine Zidane...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115188546182054950</id><published>2006-07-02T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:12:40.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não aguento mais!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu não agüento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não agüento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu não agüento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não agüento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É de noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;é de dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Titãs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Definitivamente, eu não aguento mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não aguento mais ligar a televisão e só ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;COPA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acabei de desligar a TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É incrível como em um momento a&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; GLOBO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;EXALTA&lt;/em&gt; e em seguida &lt;em&gt;HUMILHA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quem disse que o Brasil é imbatível?!?!?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NUNCA&lt;/span&gt; pode perder um jogo?!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TEM que ganhar a copa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sairam como heróis e vão voltar como algozes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não dá mais para confiar na mídia... eu já sabia disso... mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tá certo... o Brasil poderia ter jogado melhor?!?! Sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Brasil 'parecia' estar com taxas altas de soberba?!?!?! Sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas... perdeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vamos nos preocupar agora com questões mais importantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eleições... Justiça social... Educação... Segurança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VAMOS CUIDAR DA NOSSA VIDA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A vida dos 'atletas' da CBF, já está ganha... a da maioria dos brasileiros: NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E só por que hj estou poderosamente&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ruiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mesmo com a derrota da seleção...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo sendo obrigada a ouvir comentários idiotas dos jornalistas globais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo tendo 'algumas' contas p/ pagar essa semana e sem dinheiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo estando apaixonada por uma pessoa 'impossível'...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo tendo que estudar e não querendo estudar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo estando louca pelo cd da Vanessa da Mata e ninguém me dá de presente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo louca p/ fechar contrato com uma editora p/ revisar livros e está enrolado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESTOU FELIZ!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(E isso, é o que importa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115188546182054950?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115188546182054950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115188546182054950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115188546182054950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115188546182054950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-no-aguento-mais.html' title='Eu não aguento mais!!!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-115180289844293852</id><published>2006-07-01T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:14:58.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/LALATATYCRISMA_072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/LALATATYCRISMA_072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/LALATATYCRISMA_089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes me pergunto o q será a felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Conversando mês passado com uma pessoa muito especial, discutiamos a respeito do q era felicidade... as várias concepções de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;JUNTOS, concluimos q felicidade, são pequenos gestos... pequenos detalhes...coisas simples... sorrisos... doces palavras.... amigos... paz... saúde... muito amor... amar e ser amado...&lt;br /&gt;e por ai vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto (simples) demonstra, p/ mim, o que é felicidade.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lalazinha... Amo vc!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E em sua homenagem... lilás. Rss).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115180289844293852?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115180289844293852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115180289844293852' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115180289844293852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115180289844293852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-vezes-me-pergunto-o-q-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-115180219276374733</id><published>2006-07-01T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:03:12.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado triste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Faz tanto tempo q não posto nada aqui no blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Já estava quase desistindo dele... Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hj aconteceu uma coisa tão chata... q p/ não falar com ninguém vou escrever aqui! (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU NÃO ENTENDO OS HOMENS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa, pq eles complicam tanto a vida da gente?? E são tão egoístas??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinceramente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não dá p/ entender... depois nós mulheres é que somos complicadas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho q não vou escrever o que aconteceu... p/ deixar gravado algo que quero esquecer imediatamente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas uma coisa é certa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOMEM EGOÍSTA?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TÔ FORA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mereço muito mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOU muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E para não deixar passar em branco:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUE MERDA DE JOGO HJ!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1x0 p/ a FRANÇA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;é o q dar jogar de salto alto no lugar de chuteira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fiquei P... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(não vou sair mais cedo do trabalho semana q vem p/ assistir a semi-final!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-115180219276374733?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/115180219276374733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=115180219276374733' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115180219276374733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/115180219276374733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/07/sbado-triste.html' title='Sábado triste...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114955779733072288</id><published>2006-06-05T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:36:37.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A copa do mundo é nossa?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/copa-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/copa-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje, tomando café para ir trabalhar, liguei a TV no Bom Dia Brasil. Nesse momento passava uma reportagem sobre a copa do mundo, a seleção brasileira chegando à Alemanha aclamada como a favorita à (hexa!!!!) campeã da copa de 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eu que nem sou muito fã de futebol, enchi-me de orgulho!!!! Em seguida, passou um clipe com imagens magistrais do nosso futebol, ai eu fui a loucura!!!!!!! Quase explodi de tanta alegria e meu orgulho mais uma vez  inflamava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murchei logo em seguida. Como alguém que acaba de descobrir que ganhou a mega sena ACUMALADA e perdeu o bilhete... me senti assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A próxima reportagem relatava o assassinato do Rodrigo, guitarrista da banda carioca Detonautas, em uma tentativa de assalto no Rio, quase chorei... quase chorei mesmo. Meu orgulho de ser brasileira  esvaiu-se.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei pensando na nossa situação social, que tristeza! A violência no Rio, o crime organizado em SP, os vários escandalos de corrupção política, a miséria, o desvio de verbas destinada a educação, a injustiça social... Puta que pariu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se nós, 180 milhões de brasileiros nos unissemos para lutar por um Brasil mais justo e igualitário, como nos unimos para torcer pelo hexa campeonato de futebol, COM CERTEZA teriamos muito mais orgulho de sermos brasileiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos torcer!!!! Mas vamos refletir também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114955779733072288?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114955779733072288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114955779733072288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114955779733072288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114955779733072288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/06/copa-do-mundo-nossa.html' title='A copa do mundo é nossa?!?!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114937050066089670</id><published>2006-06-03T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:35:00.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher bem resolvida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Essa peguei no orkut... (fuçando o orkut alheio!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muito boa!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANUAL DA MULHER RESOLVIDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Se ele se interessou, ele liga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É isso mesmo, quando o cara quer,não tem projeto importante ou morte da tia que o impeça de te convidar pra sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Passou uma semana sem ouvir notícias dele? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esquece, parte para outra!Ligar para saber se tá tudo bem, nem pensar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Vocês saíram e ele não ligou mais. Foi porque você deu? Ou foi porque você não deu? Na verdade, pouco importa...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Homens Comprometidos - diga não, não importa como esteja a relação dele!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) Ouviu aquela clássica: "você é demais pra mim..." Acredite, amiga! É mesmo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Não tente!!... sem admiração não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) Traição - Não continue com um cara que te chifrou se você não agüentar a onda de ser traída de novo. E olho vivo se ele já foi infiel com outras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E ATENÇÃO: A "FILA ANDA"!!!"Pior do que nunca achar o homem certo,é viver pra sempre com o homem errado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Portanto, nosso lema é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"O HOMEM QUE NÃO DÁ ASSISTÊNCIA,                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABRE A CONCORRÊNCIA E PERDE A PREFERÊNCIA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114937050066089670?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114937050066089670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114937050066089670' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114937050066089670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114937050066089670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/06/mulher-bem-resolvida.html' title='Mulher bem resolvida.'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114936303281589450</id><published>2006-06-03T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:30:32.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/bolo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/bolo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Objeto de desejo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114936303281589450?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114936303281589450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114936303281589450' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114936303281589450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114936303281589450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114935626174024078</id><published>2006-06-03T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:01:07.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/amanhecer_bonito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/amanhecer_bonito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi o maior dos meus casos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De todos os abraços o que eu nunca esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi dos amores que eu tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O mais complicado e o mais simples pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi o melhor dos meus erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A mais estranha história que alguém já escreveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E é por essas e outras que a minha saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Faz lembrar de tudo outra vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi a mentira sincera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brincadeira mais séria que me aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi o caso mais antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O amor mais amigo que me apareceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Das lembranças que eu trago na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você é a saudade que eu gosto de ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Só assim sinto você bem perto de mim outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esqueci de tentar te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Resolvi te querer por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Decidi te lembrar quantas vezes eu tenha vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sem nada perder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi toda a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi a maldade que só me fez bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você foi o melhor dos meus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E o pior dos enganos que eu pude fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Das lembranças que eu trago na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você é a saudade que eu gosto de ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Só assim sinto você bem perto de mim outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Roberto Carlos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114935626174024078?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114935626174024078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114935626174024078' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114935626174024078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114935626174024078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/06/outra-vez.html' title='Outra vez...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114935604155350959</id><published>2006-06-03T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:34:44.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Céu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/C??u"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/C%3F%3Fu%20de%20Bsb..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O céu da minha cidade é lindo demais!!!!!!!&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/25170001-114935604155350959?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114935604155350959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114935604155350959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114935604155350959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114935604155350959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/06/cu.html' title='Céu...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-114909826245656851</id><published>2006-05-31T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:57:42.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/margarita3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/margarita3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hj eu não ia postar nada, nem abrir o blog eu não ia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas ao ler Cecília hj... não resisti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Motivo da rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não te aflijas com a pétala que voa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;também é ser, deixar de ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rosas verá, só de cinzas franzida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mortas, intactas pelo teu jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu deixo aroma até nos meus espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ao longe, o vento vai falando de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E por perder-me é que vão me lembrando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;por desfolhar-me é que não tenho fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114909826245656851?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114909826245656851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114909826245656851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114909826245656851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114909826245656851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/05/rosa.html' title='Rosa...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-114895041438302999</id><published>2006-05-29T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:53:34.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/duvidas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/duvidas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ainda estou me perguntando pq tenho q fazer uma monografia p/ me formar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E pq escolhi trabalhar com música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A gente faz cada besteira na vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114895041438302999?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114895041438302999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114895041438302999' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114895041438302999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114895041438302999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/05/tcc.html' title='TCC'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114885913561193762</id><published>2006-05-28T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:49:06.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu queria ir à França....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ontem eu peguei um cd da Edith Piaf com a Adriana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Passei o fim de semana ouvindo, aquela melodia melancólica...  entrando dentro de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lembrei de qd fazia francês, eu era apaixonada pela melodia das palavras, achava romântico, elegante... a cultura francesa me fascinava... e eu desisti do curso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho q esse foi o motivo q me deixou tão deprimida no fim de semana... ter desistido de uma coisa q me dava tanto prazer, isso me levou a lembrar de tantas outras coisas q desisti pelo meu caminho... Uma vez, uma amiga q amo muito me disse: Vc conseguiria muitas coisas na vida se não fosse tão ânimo dobre... nunca me esqueci disso. Resolvi lutar contra isso. Consegui?! Talvez... Qd entrei na faculdade, uma outra amiga falou: Vc vai desistir... como sempre!!! Desisti??? não! Me formo mês q vem.... Mas e as outras tantas oportunidades???? Essas nunca mais voltarão... mas, outras aparecerão, eu creio. E não vou deixá-las passar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou pensando em voltar para o francês... ouvir mais Edith Piaf... e ficar alegre!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou pensando em muitas coisas. Com o fim da faculdade, preciso iniciar outros projetos... e não desistir. Talvez uma pós, talvez uma viagem, Com certeza, um novo emprego!!! Tomara q um novo amor... E mais uma vez Cecília me revigora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Aprendi com a primavera a deixar-me cortar e voltar sempre inteira."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114885913561193762?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114885913561193762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114885913561193762' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114885913561193762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114885913561193762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/05/eu-queria-ir-frana.html' title='Eu queria ir à França....'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114697228190147728</id><published>2006-05-06T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:34:45.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Thiago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EU ESCREVI UM POEMA TRISTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu escrevi um poema triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E belo, apenas da sua tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não vem de ti essa tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas das mudanças do Tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que ora nos traz esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ora nos dá incerteza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nem importa, ao velho Tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que sejas fiel ou infiel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu fico, junto à correnteza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Olhando as horas tão breves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E das cartas que me escreves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Faço barcos de papel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;       ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;{Mário Quintana}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thiago, eu não me recordo de ter lido este poema antes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas sua 'dica' foi muito preciosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ando um pouco reflexiva ultimamente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e antes de postar o poema estava lendo o livro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'A identidade cultural na pós modernidade', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;um capítulo que fala a respeito da crise do sujeito como consequência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;da vida pós moderna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e estava pensando em como as 'mudanças' no meio 'mudam' a gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E qd li no poema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Mas das mudanças de tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que ora nos traz esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ora nos dá incertezas..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vi que atualmente as mudanças de tempo são muito rápidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e de uma hora para outra a esperança se torna incerteza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Assustador... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Outro dia escrevi aqui no blog sobre a minha própria inconstância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;em como um dia eu quero e no outro não... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;como em um dia eu creio e no outro não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em como as mudanças de tempo me trazem esperança e em seguida.... incertezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Acho que estou em crise... e vou fazer barcos de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114697228190147728?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114697228190147728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114697228190147728' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114697228190147728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114697228190147728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/05/para-thiago.html' title='Para Thiago...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114650641678493315</id><published>2006-05-01T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:16:46.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando devagar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque já tive pressa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levo esse sorriso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque já chorei demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais feliz quem sabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só levo a certeza &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que muito pouco eu sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nada sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sabor das massas e das maças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso a chuva pra poder florir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso que cumprir a vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja simplesmente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compreender a marcha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ir tocando em frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um velho boiadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levando a boiada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou tocando os dias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela longa estrada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estrada eu sou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sabor das massas e das maças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso a chuva pra poder florir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo mundo ama um dia, todo mundo chora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia a gente chega, no outro vai embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Almir Sater e Renato Teixeira)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvi essa música esses dias... dias agitados e confusos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em situações inusitadas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parecia até uma conspiração 'divina' para eu meditar na letra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente corre tanto na vida, são tantos compromissos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto dinheiro para ganhar, tantas dívidas para pagar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantas metas a cumprir... tantos obstáculos a vencer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero um dia cantar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ando devagar porque já tive pressa"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes fico pensando quantas coisas simples na vida eu tenho deixado de viver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devido a um estilo de vida que na verdade eu nunca quis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa música mexeu comigo.&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/25170001-114650641678493315?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114650641678493315/comments/default' title='Postar 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Putz... estou com uma TPM (tensão pré monografia) violenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pq meu Deus, temos  que fazer uma monografia para nos formar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pq?? Pq??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tantos livros para ler... mas, ler não é o problema... leio com prazer... tenho o maior tesão em ler... mas..........Escrever... putz... putz... putz... mil vezes putz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu vou sair dessa, com fé em Deus!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas até lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PUTZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114608801229755216?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114608801229755216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114608801229755216' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114608801229755216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114608801229755216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114504984466197975</id><published>2006-04-14T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:24:04.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/beb??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/beb%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU QUERO UM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/25170001-114504984466197975?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114504984466197975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114504984466197975' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504984466197975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504984466197975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/vontade.html' title='Vontade...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114504864461796660</id><published>2006-04-14T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T11:46:18.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção do dia de sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom viver dia a dia...&lt;br /&gt;A vida assim, jamais cansa...&lt;br /&gt;Viver tão só de momentos&lt;br /&gt;Como estas nuvens no céu...&lt;br /&gt;E só ganhar, toda a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Inexperiência... esperança...&lt;br /&gt;E a rosa louca dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;Presa à copa do chapéu.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dês um nome a um rio:&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é outro rio a passar.&lt;br /&gt;Nada jamais continua,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai recomeçar!&lt;br /&gt;E sem nenhuma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Das outras vezes perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;Atiro a rosa do sonho&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos distraídas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ( livro Canções de Mário Quintana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114504864461796660?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114504864461796660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114504864461796660' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504864461796660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504864461796660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/cano-do-dia-de-sempre.html' title='Canção do dia de sempre'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114504842409661614</id><published>2006-04-14T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:40:54.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da discrição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não te abras com teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que ele um outro amigo tem.&lt;br /&gt;E o amigo do teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Possui amigos também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Quintana - Espelho Mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eis aí, o mapa da fofoca!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Credo... (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114504842409661614?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114504842409661614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114504842409661614' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504842409661614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504842409661614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/da-discrio.html' title='Da discrição'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114504810539385892</id><published>2006-04-14T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:42:29.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/livros.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/livros.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Convivência entre o poeta e o leitor, só no silêncio da leitura a sós.&lt;br /&gt;A sós, os dois. Isto é, livro e leitor.&lt;br /&gt;Este não quer saber de terceiros, não quer que interpretem,&lt;br /&gt;que cantem, que dancem um poema.&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro amador de poemas ama em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Quintana - A vaca e o hipogrifo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114504810539385892?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114504810539385892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114504810539385892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504810539385892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114504810539385892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-silncio.html' title='O silêncio...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-114463293367548514</id><published>2006-04-09T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:53:39.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/p??ssaros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/p%3F%3Fssaros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O que vale nessa vida é ser livre para se deixar voar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nas asas da imaginação...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;realizando-nos como seres únicos que somos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;viver no encantamento da vida, com todas as coisas boas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cores, luzes, sabores e acima de tudo os amores. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abrindo novos caminhos para nossa transformação, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;viver no eterno agora, deixando a luz da vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;em cada passo que damos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A poetiza escondida em Mariza... que está escondida em Natal!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114463293367548514?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114463293367548514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114463293367548514' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114463293367548514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114463293367548514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-que-vale-nessa-vida-ser-livre-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114460401627008091</id><published>2006-04-09T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:18:47.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus cuida de nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"O pastor conhece as ovelhas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele as chama pelo nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vemos uma multidão,&lt;br /&gt;vemos exatamente isso, uma multidão...&lt;br /&gt;Vemos pessoas, não um povo.&lt;br /&gt;Um grupo de pessoas, vários rostos...&lt;br /&gt;É isso que vemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, isso não acontece com o pastor.&lt;br /&gt;Para ele, cada face é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Cada rosto tem uma história.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um é um filho.&lt;br /&gt;Cada filho tem um nome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pastor conhece suas ovelhas.&lt;br /&gt;Conhece cada uma pelo nome.&lt;br /&gt;O pastor conhece você.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe o seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;E nunca se esquecerá..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in: Quando Deus sussurra seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Senhor é meu pastor e nada me faltará."&lt;br /&gt;Bíblia Sagrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando li esse texto, meditei por alguns instantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somos aproximadamente 7 bilhões de pessoas no planeta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e Deus conhece cada uma... profundamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E nos ama como se houvesse apenas um de nós para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ele amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O amor de Deus é... (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;insondável... indescritível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114460401627008091?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114460401627008091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114460401627008091' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114460401627008091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114460401627008091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/jesus-cuida-de-ns.html' title='Jesus cuida de nós...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114452697335120892</id><published>2006-04-08T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:05:27.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não digas nada!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não digas nada! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem mesmo a verdade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há tanta suavidade em nada se dizer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tudo se entender -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo metade De sentir e de ver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não digas nada Deixa esquecer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez que amanhã... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em outra paisagem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digas que foi vã,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda essa viagem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até onde quis, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser quem me agrada... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ali fui feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não digas nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114452697335120892?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114452697335120892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114452697335120892' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114452697335120892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114452697335120892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-digas-nada.html' title='Não digas nada!!!!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114452283853993651</id><published>2006-04-08T15:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:12:24.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Quero amar!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/foto_de_flor_orquidea_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/foto_de_flor_orquidea_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu quero amar, amar perdidamente!&lt;br /&gt;Amar só por amar: aqui...além...mais este e aquele, o outro e toda a gente..&lt;br /&gt;Amar! Amar! E não amar ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Recordar? Esquecer? Indiferente! Prender ou desprender?      É mal? É bem?&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que se pode amar alguém durante a vida inteira é porque mente.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma primavera em cada vida: é preciso cantá-la assim florida,&lt;br /&gt;pois se Deus nos deu voz foi prá cantar...&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia hei de ser pó, cinza e nada que seja minha noite uma alvorada,&lt;br /&gt;que me saiba perder...prá me encontrar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florbela Espanca...&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/25170001-114452283853993651?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114452283853993651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114452283853993651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114452283853993651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114452283853993651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-quero-amar.html' title='Eu Quero amar!!!!!'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-114437741298758049</id><published>2006-04-06T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:08:13.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/Beleza%20feminina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/Beleza%20feminina2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (foto: A. Brito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Que a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que a morte de tudo que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que a música que eu ouço ao longe seja linda, ainda que triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja sempre amada, mesmo que distante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida e a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como prece nem repetidas com fervor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apenas respeitadas como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu ouço, mas a outra metade é o que calo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que essa tensão que me corroe por dentro seja um dia recompensada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso e a outra metade é um vulcão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto o doce sorriso que eu me lembro de ter dado na infância. Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, a outra metade eu não sei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria para me fazer aquietar o espírito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não saiba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e que ninguém a tente complicar porque é preciso simplicidade para fazê-la florescer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é a plateia e a outra metade, a canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E que minha loucura seja perdoada. Porque metade de mim é amor e a outra metade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;também."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114437741298758049?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114437741298758049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114437741298758049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114437741298758049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114437741298758049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/metade.html' title='Metade...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-114436567804987689</id><published>2006-04-06T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:22:02.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/tulipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/tulipas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais Feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nosso amor não vai parar de rolar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De fugir e seguir como um rio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como uma pedra que divide o rio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me diga coisas bonitas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nosso amor não vai olhar para trás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desencantar, nem ser tema de livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida inteira eu quis um verso simples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra transformar o que eu digo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rimas fáceis, calafrios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fura o dedo, faz um pacto comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num segundo o teu amor no meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por um segundo, mais feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais Feliz - Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TDB...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114436567804987689?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114436567804987689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114436567804987689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114436567804987689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114436567804987689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/mais-feliz.html' title='Mais Feliz...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-114420202727157233</id><published>2006-04-04T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:00:28.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há dias cheios de vento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há dias cheios de raiva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há dias cheios de lágrimas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas depois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem dias cheios de amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nos dão coragem de ir em frente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os dias de nossas vidas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(M. Bataglia)&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/25170001-114420202727157233?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114420202727157233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114420202727157233' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114420202727157233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114420202727157233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114411703525973163</id><published>2006-04-03T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:59:16.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinvenção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Para Mariza... relaxar...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reinvenção &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida só é possível reinventada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda o sol pelas campinas e passeia a mão dourada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelas águas, pelas folhas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! tudo bolhas que vem de fundas piscinas de ilusionismo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a vida, a vida, a vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vida só é possível reinventada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem a lua, vem, retira as algemas dos meus braços.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Projeto-me por espaços cheios da tua Figura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo mentira! Mentirada lua, na noite escura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te encontro, não te alcanço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só — no tempo equilibrada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desprendo-me do balanço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que além do tempo me leva. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só — na treva, fico: recebida e dada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque a vida, a vida, a vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vida só é possível reinventada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esse poema é para uma amiga, que mesmo distante dos meus olhos... está próxima dos meus dedos... (teclamos todos os dias pelo bendito MSN) Pensei em Cecília... depois em Vinícius... Fiquei com Cecília... direto para Natal/RN. Mariza, Beijos para você...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114411703525973163?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114411703525973163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114411703525973163' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114411703525973163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114411703525973163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/reinveno.html' title='Reinvenção...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114411469351163553</id><published>2006-04-03T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:40:46.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se um amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Para Alzily, uma amiga que encontrei... )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmos gostos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se comova, quando chamado de amigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que saiba conversar sobre coisas simples, de orvalhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de grandes chuvas e das recordações de infância.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo para não enlouquecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para contar o que se viu de belo e triste durante o dia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dos anseios e das realizações,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dos sonhos e das realidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deve gostar de ruas desertas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de poças de água e de caminhos molhados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de beira de estrada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de mato depois da chuva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de se deitar no capim."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trecho de: Procura-se um amigo. Vinícius de Moraes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114411469351163553?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114411469351163553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114411469351163553' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114411469351163553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114411469351163553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/procura-se-um-amigo.html' title='Procura-se um amigo...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114403395031048572</id><published>2006-04-03T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:17:36.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma paixão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/BORBOLETAS.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/BORBOLETAS.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;** As borboletas **&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinícius De Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brancas&lt;br /&gt;Azuis&lt;br /&gt;Amarelas&lt;br /&gt;E pretas&lt;br /&gt;Brincam&lt;br /&gt;Na luz&lt;br /&gt;As belas&lt;br /&gt;Borboletas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Borboletas brancas&lt;br /&gt;São alegres e francas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Borboletas azuis&lt;br /&gt;Gostam muito de luz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As amarelinhas&lt;br /&gt;São tão bonitinhas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E as pretas, então . . .&lt;br /&gt;Oh, que escuridão!&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/25170001-114403395031048572?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114403395031048572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114403395031048572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114403395031048572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114403395031048572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/uma-paixo_03.html' title='Uma paixão...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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-25170001.post-114402905541973506</id><published>2006-04-02T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:53:28.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cecília, linda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/cecilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/cecilia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aqui está minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta areia tão clara, com desenhos de andar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dedicados ao vento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui está minha voz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta concha vazia, sombra de som...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;curtindo seu próprio lamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui está minha dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este coral quebrado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sobrevivendo ao seu patético momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui está minha herança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este mar solitário...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que de um lado era amor e, de outro esquecimento."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114402905541973506?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114402905541973506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114402905541973506' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114402905541973506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25170001/posts/default/114402905541973506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/2006/04/ceclia-linda.html' title='Cecília, linda...'/><author><name>Tatiane Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760590123103101836</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25170001.post-114402587203509998</id><published>2006-04-02T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:57:52.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/saudade-ricardotavares.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/saudade-ricardotavares.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando introspectiva.... quase melancólica.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que antes, para mim, era verdade absoluta, hoje não significa mais nada... Quando penso que sou forte, minha fragilidade explode... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando acho que tenho certeza, a dúvida me persegue...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando acho que quero, já não quero mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que penso e sinto, as vezes, parece ser tão efêmero.&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/25170001-114402587203509998?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114402587203509998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114402587203509998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/livros.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Um país se faz com homens e livros"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monteiro Lobato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Derramar a verdade em cada casa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dar-lhe um livro, que é força;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Educação que é uma asa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cecília Meireles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O verdadeiro analfabeto é aquele que aprendeu a ler e não lê."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mário Quintana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A pessoa que não lê, mal fala, mal ouve, mal vê."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malba Tahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Uma casa sem livros é como um corpo sem alma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cícero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Quando se lê não se aprende algo, converte se em um algo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Goethe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Oh bendito o que semeia livros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Livros a mão-cheia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;livro caindo n'alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É germe que faz palmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É chuva que faz o mar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Castro Alves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ler é fazer amor com as palavras."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rubem Alves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114400807423938263?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114400807423938263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114400807423938263' title='0 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/TJ.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/TJ.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Eu quero te roubar para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu que não sei pedir nada..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114393318378525256?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114393318378525256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Nua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Para J... nua...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Carolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olho a cidade ao redor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nada me interessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu finjo ter calma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A solidão me apressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tantos caminhos sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De onde você não vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu coração na curva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Batendo a mais de cem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou sair nessas horas de confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gritando seu nome entre os carros que vêm e vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe então assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Você repara em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corro de te esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De nunca te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As estrelas me encontram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes de anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olho a cidade ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu nunca volto atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já não escondo a pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já me escondi demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou contar pra todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou pichar sua rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou bater na sua porta de noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Completamente NUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe então assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Você repara em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe então assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25170001-114393143257863457?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114393143257863457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114393143257863457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/primavera.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aprendi com a primavera a me deixar cortar e a voltar sempre inteira."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecília Meireles.&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/25170001-114392940418296906?l=felicitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitate.blogspot.com/feeds/114392940418296906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25170001&amp;postID=114392940418296906' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/1600/pizzas.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3049/2624/320/pizzas.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas favelas, no senado&lt;br /&gt;Sujeira para todo lado&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém respeita a constituição&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos acreditam&lt;br /&gt;No futuro da nação&lt;br /&gt;Que país é esse?&lt;br /&gt;Que país é esse?&lt;br /&gt;Que país é esse?&lt;br /&gt;No amazonas, no araguaia, ia, ia,&lt;br /&gt;Na baixada fluminense&lt;br /&gt;Mato Grosso, nas Gerais e no nordeste&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em paz&lt;br /&gt;Na morte eu descanso&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sangue anda solto&lt;br /&gt;Manchando papéis&lt;br /&gt;Documentos fiéis&lt;br /&gt;Ao descanso do patrão&lt;br /&gt;Que país é esse?&lt;br /&gt;Que país é esse?&lt;br /&gt;Que país é esse?&lt;br /&gt;Que país é esse?&lt;br 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