<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:00:13.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantinho da Di</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-1432115294563997901</id><published>2011-01-21T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:37:57.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;DEPOIS DE QUASE UM ANO FORA, CUIDADO DO CORAÇÃO, COLANDO OS PEDAÇOS E CICATRIZANDO AS FERIDAS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;CUREI AS MAGOAS, FECHEI AS FERIDAS E AGORA ESTOU DE VOLTA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;SAUDADEEES IMENSAS DO MEU CANTINHO...&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/6362305565908174490-1432115294563997901?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/1432115294563997901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=1432115294563997901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1432115294563997901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1432115294563997901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2011/01/depois-de-quase-um-ano-fora-cuidado-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-4909315475876452981</id><published>2010-02-21T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:24:01.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio Literário 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-4909315475876452981?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/4909315475876452981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=4909315475876452981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/4909315475876452981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/4909315475876452981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2010/02/desafio-literario-2010.html' title='Desafio Literário 2010'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-6928307855047515049</id><published>2010-02-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T05:14:14.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFOw2_baCFg/S3ak4vsOs6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6Xxeh2mx2Hs/s1600-h/1262769619145_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437714894878061474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFOw2_baCFg/S3ak4vsOs6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6Xxeh2mx2Hs/s320/1262769619145_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Como é complicado decidir o que fazer quando as pessoas que vc mais ama estão se magoando e se machucando e de tabela machucando vc...&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém estranho faz algo que não gostamos, que nos chateia, depois que resolvemos logo passa, mas quando o causador da nossa dor é alguém que amamos parece que a coisa tende a ficar maior e mais complicada....&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou assim... como se tivesse ligada no piloto automatico, meio que como um zumbi passando pelos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, a ficha ainda não caiu...depois da noite mal dormida de ontem...cheia de andanças pela casa, de livros , de diálogos sólitarios durante a noite...estou aqui...ainda mais confusa do que estava ontem...ainda mais triste e sentindo mais dor .&lt;br /&gt;O que se pode fazer quando vc esta sendo ferido por tabela...quando o seu mundo ta vindo abaixo..quando tudo ta caindo na sua cabeça e vc nem fez nada pra isso...tá sendo levada pro buraco pelas pessoas que tinham a obrigação de zelar por vc...&lt;br /&gt;Dificil...ainda bem que pelo menos as lágrimas já secaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu agora, vou tentar curar as minhas feridas...tentar salvar o que resta da minha sanidade ...estou meio desligada do mundo... meio a parte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Estou off por tempo indeterminado&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/6362305565908174490-6928307855047515049?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/6928307855047515049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=6928307855047515049' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6928307855047515049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6928307855047515049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-e-complicado-decidir-o-que-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Guiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SgZ2WHGJyc/TiW-0F6-PpI/AAAAAAAAACk/jmRh8ATg298/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2B8YFTR.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFOw2_baCFg/S3ak4vsOs6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6Xxeh2mx2Hs/s72-c/1262769619145_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-1936899885771401963</id><published>2010-01-27T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:58:31.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S2BwkyN_F5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q6FzWvG2U5M/s1600-h/decep%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S2BwkyN_F5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q6FzWvG2U5M/s320/decep%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje estou imensamente chateada !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É muito triste perceber que as pessoas que amamos,respeitamos nos julgam de forma tão equivocada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sempre os amigos são sinceros e dizem de fato o que pensam...e isso é uma pena...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje decidi que preciso ficar mais na minha...dizer menos o que sinto e guardar os meus desejos de felicidades pra mim...pq muita gente vai achar que estou tentando apenas marcar territorio..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansada disso...magoada e chateada...mas sobrevivendo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como as páginas eu preciso virar as pessoas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-1936899885771401963?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/1936899885771401963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=1936899885771401963' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1936899885771401963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1936899885771401963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-estou-imensamente-chateada-e-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S2BwkyN_F5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q6FzWvG2U5M/s72-c/decep%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-4521541460610848840</id><published>2010-01-24T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:45:59.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MODO DE USAR-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S1xpvtRNtWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q5HzBwXiHgE/s1600-h/idade-para-ser-feliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S1xpvtRNtWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q5HzBwXiHgE/s320/idade-para-ser-feliz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Coitada, foi usada por aquele cafajeste". Ouvi essa frase na beira da praia, num papo que rolava no guarda-sol ao lado. Pelo visto a coitada em questão financiou algum malandro, ou serviu de degrau para um alpinista social, sei lá, só sei que ela havia sido usada no pior sentido, deu pra perceber pelo tom do comentário. Mas não fiquei com pena da coitada, seja ela quem for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Não costumo ir atrás desta história de "foi usada". No que se refere a adultos, todo mundo sabe mais ou menos onde está se metendo, ninguém é totalmente inocente. Se nos usam, algum consentimento a gente deu, mesmo sem ter assinado procuração. E se estamos assim tão desfrutáveis para o uso alheio, seguramente é porque estamos nos usando pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Se for este o caso, seguem sugestões para usar a si mesmo: comer, beber, dormir e transar, nossas quatro necessidades básicas, sempre com segurança, mas também sem esquecer que estamos aqui para nos divertir. Usar-se nada mais é do que reconhecer a si próprio como uma fonte de prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Dançar sem medo de pagar mico, dizer o que pensa mesmo que isso contrarie as verdades estabelecidas, rir sem inibição – dane-se se aparecer a gengiva. Mas cuide da sua gengiva, cuide dos dentes, não se negligencie. Use seu médico, seu dentista, sua saúde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Use-se para progredir na vida. Alguma coisa você já deve ter aprendido até aqui. Encoste-se na sua própria experiência e intuição, honre sua história de vida, seu currículo, e se ele não for tão atraente, incremente-o. Use sua voz: marque entrevistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Use sua simpatia: convença os outros. Use seus neurônios: pra todo o resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;E este coração acomodado aí no peito? Use-o, ora bolas. Não fique protegendo-se de frustrações só porque seu grande amor da adolescência não deu certo. Ou porque seu casamento até-que-a-morte-os-separe durou "apenas" 13 anos. Não enviuve de si mesmo, ninguém morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Use-se para conseguir uma passagem para a Patagônia, use-se para fazer amigos, use-se para evoluir. Use seus olhos para ler, chorar, reter cenas vistas e vividas – a memória e a emoção vêm muito do olho. Use os ouvidos para escutar boa música, estímulos e o silêncio mais completo. Use as pernas para pedalar, escalar, levantar da cama, ir aonde quiser. Seus dedos para pedir carona, escrever poemas, apontar distâncias. Sua boca pra sorrir, sua barriga para gerar filhos, seus seios para amamentar, seus braços para trabalhar, sua alma para preencher-se, seu cérebro para não morrer em vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Use-se. Se você não fizer, algum engraçadinho o fará. E você virará assunto de beira de praia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Li esse texto da Martha e não resisti, tive que postar aqui pra compartilhar com todos vocês...espero que gostem tanto quanto eu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos a todos e uma ótima semana!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-4521541460610848840?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/4521541460610848840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=4521541460610848840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/4521541460610848840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/4521541460610848840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2010/01/modo-de-usar-se.html' title='MODO DE USAR-SE'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S1xpvtRNtWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q5HzBwXiHgE/s72-c/idade-para-ser-feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-6362369496530949337</id><published>2010-01-23T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T05:25:47.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARATONA DE BANCA 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S1rs5GAsrxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QkyxT-wudL4/s1600-h/imagemm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S1rs5GAsrxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QkyxT-wudL4/s400/imagemm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá pessoal!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Em mais um dia de puro ócio aqui na net, encontrei um novo desafio que achei maravilhoso! Já comentei aqui que tinha um puta preconceito com romances de banca e que depois do desafio literário apreendi a gostar e acabei ficando viciada ( confesso).rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Hoje descobri esse novo desafio e de cara decidi participar, espero que vcs assim como eu se interessem e caiam de cabeça nessa maratona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visitem o blog da Maratona, divirtam-se e participem também:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maratonadebanca.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://maratonadebanca.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;A Maratona de Banca 2010 visa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Promover e incentivar&amp;nbsp;a leitura e valorizar esses livros que ainda hoje sofrem tanto preconceito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A ideia é que os participantes a cada mês leiam e façam seus comentários sobre um título escolhido dentro dos temas definidos para a maratona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;Maratona de Banca 2010&amp;nbsp;consiste em cumprir a agenda abaixo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Março&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Romance Histórico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Princesa Secreta - Tori Phillips- Clássicos Históricos 158 - Nova Cultural.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Romance contemporâneo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esposa substituta – Anne Marie Winston – desejo 57&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt;Hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feitiço do prazer - Kate Hoffman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Florzinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A eterna rival - Katrina Britt - nº 3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Nora Roberts - (Só valem títulos publicados pela Harlequin e Nova Cultural)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jogo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;de Sedução - Harlequin Destinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt;Viagem no tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre dois mundos - Lynn Kurland - Clássicos Históricos Especial 285&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Autores brasileiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anel da Vida - Loreley McKenzie - Mythos Books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Amigos que se apaixonam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre te Amarei - Marcine Smith - Sabrina 701&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novembro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Cowboy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duas paixões – Carol Devine – Desejo 59&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dezembro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Livro com a palavra sedução no título&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pacto de Sedução - Elizabeth Keys - Nova Cultural - Clássicos Históricos 408. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Diana Palmer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOITES DE DELÍRIOS - Momentos Íntimos Super 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fevereiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Estrangeiros - Gregos, italianos, espanhóis, franceses,brasileiros russos, etc. Não valem livros com: ingleses e norte-americanos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refém do Desejo – Margo Maguire – Clássicos Históricos Especial 260&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Bom, é isso ai... agora é esperar pra começar a maratona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Venha participar tbm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-6362369496530949337?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/6362369496530949337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=6362369496530949337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-5961713529575011393</id><published>2010-01-12T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:50:12.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S01cvPz65MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cC4Qtl6yJmA/s1600-h/decepcao-3962785-1973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S01cvPz65MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cC4Qtl6yJmA/s320/decepcao-3962785-1973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo mundo já ouviu pelo menos uma vez essa frase "decepção não mata..ensina a viver" mas o que a maioria das pessoas não sabem é que decepção mata sim... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mata a esperança e a fé nas pessoas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mata o encanto... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mata a paixão.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mata o amor... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mata a vontade de tentar outra vez... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mata a vontade de viver um grande amor e a crença de que o amor de fato exista... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas vão se tornando mais céticas a medida que vão vivendo as suas decepções...elas vão se fechando pro mundo, pra vida..pro amor.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começamos a acreditar que o amor é aquela coisinha oca, pequenininha e sem sentido, sem valor e sem qualidade que temos com as pessoas que nos magoam... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passamos a achar que talvez não tenha assim tanto sentido carregar um sentimento, uma relação que nos faz tão mal e nos causa tanta dor... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A decepção mata a alma...mata a alegria de viver... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos deixa assim meio preto e branco..meio morno... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com um gosto amargo na boca e a sensação de que mais uma vez acreditamos em quem não devíamos acreditar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confiamos, abrimos de novo as portas do nosso coração, da nossa vida ...só que dessa vez descobrimos que aquela pessoa que amávamos...só existia em nosso coração..na fantasia onde o príncipe encantado ainda viria .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percebemos que o príncipe virou sapo..e um sapo feio...verde..gosmento...bem diferente daquele homem perfeito que a gente achou que existia.&lt;/em&gt;&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/6362305565908174490-5961713529575011393?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/5961713529575011393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=5961713529575011393' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-2976279456947343646</id><published>2010-01-12T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:23:10.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>História de um Grande Amor - Julia Quinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S01Ss8sK75I/AAAAAAAAAO4/KD6Nqyg7xvo/s1600-h/julia_quinn01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S01Ss8sK75I/AAAAAAAAAO4/KD6Nqyg7xvo/s320/julia_quinn01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Desafio Literário 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romance de Banca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mês:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editora:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Leonice Pomponio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nº de Páginas:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;256&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;O livro é sobre uma menina que aos 10 anos acredita ser um patinho feio e que não foi destinada ao amor, isso por ser diferente do padrão considerado belo pra época, mas tudo isso muda, quando&amp;nbsp;ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;conhece o irmão mais velho de sua melhor amiga, naquele momento ela se apaixona perdidamente e descobre que aquele seria o grande amor de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora pra saber se ela consegue ou não ficar com seu grande amor só lendo essa história .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resumo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglaterra Dia 2 de março de 1810:Hoje, eu me apaixonei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos dez anos de idade, Miranda Cheever não dava sinais de que fosse se transformar numa bela mulher. E mesmo com tão pouca idade, ela aprendeu a não alimentar expectativas de encontrar um grande amor... até àquela tarde em que Nigel Bevelstoke, o charmoso e atraente visconde Turner, beijou sua mão e disse que um dia ela cresceria e seria uma jovem linda e cativante, tanto quanto era simpática e inteligente. E foi nesse dia que Miranda soube que amaria aquele homem para sempre... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu escolhi este livro ao acaso, procurando um livro bacana, entrei num blog que recomendava o livro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A leitura foi prazerosa, como são todas as leituras que faço, mas o livro deixou muito a desejar, achei a personagem fraca, o mocinho sacana e a história de amor deles que tinha tudo pra ser linda, tumultuada e cheia de emoção..acabou sendo totalmente sem sal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A nota que eu dou para o livro é&amp;nbsp;nota &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu fosse escrever essa história daria mais emoção a trama, a mocinha que desde cedo se mostra uma mulher inteligente, que expôe suas opiniões e de personalidade, vai aceitando todas as cagadas que o mocinho faz, não se impõe, passando uma imagem de submissão e servidão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu faria com que a mocinha fizesse jus a descrição dada pela autora no começo da trama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/6362305565908174490-2976279456947343646?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/2976279456947343646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=2976279456947343646' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2976279456947343646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2976279456947343646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2010/01/historia-de-um-grande-amor-julia-quinn.html' title='História de um Grande Amor - Julia Quinn'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/S01Ss8sK75I/AAAAAAAAAO4/KD6Nqyg7xvo/s72-c/julia_quinn01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-680967778762159867</id><published>2009-12-23T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:33:12.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu blog me faz viajar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje estou muito feliz, conheci o blog da Larissa Pão e tulipas atráves do Desafio literario do blog Romance Gracinha e tenho acompanhado e hoje tive a honra de receber o selinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;...seu blog me faz viajar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SzJnRughrbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wemmMcjFgJo/s1600-h/seu%2Bblog%2Bme%2Bfaz%2Bviajar%2BB%25C3%25A1rbara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SzJnRughrbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wemmMcjFgJo/s320/seu%2Bblog%2Bme%2Bfaz%2Bviajar%2BB%25C3%25A1rbara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Para postá-lo devo relacionar 03 livros que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;marcaram e indicar 05 amigos para que seja repassado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os livros são:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolhas&amp;nbsp; de Roberto Aylmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o passado não passa de Elisa Masselli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caçador de Pipas de Khaled Hosseini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repasso para:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://leitura-comentada.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leitura-comentada.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/6362305565908174490-680967778762159867?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/680967778762159867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=680967778762159867' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/680967778762159867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/680967778762159867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/12/seu-blog-me-faz-viajar.html' title='Seu blog me faz viajar...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SzJnRughrbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wemmMcjFgJo/s72-c/seu%2Bblog%2Bme%2Bfaz%2Bviajar%2BB%25C3%25A1rbara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-2035155332454379285</id><published>2009-12-04T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:35:24.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio Literário 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SxkJ-eEAFDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xjVofxFPT5U/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SxkJ-eEAFDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xjVofxFPT5U/s640/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá pessoal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, passeando aqui na net achei um site que fazia a proposta de um desafio literário e eu amei e claro topei na hora, então vou postar aqui a&amp;nbsp;minha lista de livros pra serem lidos em 2010.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visitem o blog do desafio, divirtam-se e participem também:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://desafioliterariobyrg.blogspot.com/ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;O Desafio Literário 2010 (By RG) visa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Incentivar a leitura. Isso mesmo! Porque o desafio é ler 12 livros em 12 meses, ou seja, um livro para cada mês do ano. Ao final do ano, a leitura de 12 livros já está garantida. Sei que muitas de vocês podem quadruplicar essa lista em dias. Mas, enfim, o desafio que proponho é mais comedido nesse sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Promover o conhecimento de novos autores e livros pouco conhecidos bem como congraçar os leitores convertidos em blogueiros e leitores sem blog também. Um ano de confubação de leituras em clima de unidade, não é uma boa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Fazer com que nos lembremos dos livros soterrados nas pilhas que temos em casa e que cresce progressivamente a cada ano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;O desafio Literário consiste em cumprir a agenda abaixo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Romance de banca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;História de um Grande Amor - Julia Quinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A Senhora do Castelo - Lynda Trent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Jasmim, a bandoleira - Sandra Chastan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fevereiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Um livro que nos remeta aos contos de fada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Magia ou Loucura - Justine Larbalestier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Lugar Nenhum - Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Penelope - Marilyn Kaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Março&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Um clássico da Literatura universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O conde de Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O morro dos ventos Uivantes - Emily Brönte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Jane Eyre- Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Um livro de escritor(a)Latino-Americano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mar morto - Jorge Amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1:&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;As mentiras que os homens contam – Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Pai Não Entende Nada - Luis Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; um Chick-Lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O segredo de Emma Corrigan - Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Temporada De Casamento- COSPER, DARCY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Avalon High – Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Um livro de uma escritora brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Divã - Marta Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A casa das sete mulheres- Letícia Wurzchowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Doidas e&amp;nbsp;Santas&amp;nbsp;- Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Um livro adaptado para o cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O leitor - Bernhard Schilink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;P.S. Eu te amo- Cecelia Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Em seu lugar - Jennifer Weinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Um romance policial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O Álibe – Sandra Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A Confissão - Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Pecados sagrados- Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setembro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Romance histórico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Lenda- Jude Deveroux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Belezas Perigosas - Libba Bray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O sepulcro – Kate Moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema: &lt;/span&gt;Um livro que contenha uma lição de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Grandes esperanças – Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Antes de morrer - Jenny Downham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O chá de amor - Jennifer Donnelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Romance Um livro de escritor(a) de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Os Maias de Eça de Queiróz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ensaio sobre a cegueira- José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Amor de salvação – Camilo Castelo Branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dezembro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tema:&lt;/span&gt; Um livro (ficção ou não ficção) que tenha a palavra “Coração” no título..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro escolhido: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Coração de pedra - Charlie Fletcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Coração Andarilho - Nélida Pinon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Livro reserva 2: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Perto do coração selvagem- Clarisse Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ufaaaa!!Achei que ia ser fácil escolher os livros mais não foi não..deu foi muito trabalhoo...rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais tá ai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamo que vamo seguir o baile....&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/6362305565908174490-2035155332454379285?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/2035155332454379285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=2035155332454379285' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2035155332454379285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2035155332454379285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/12/desafio-literario-2010.html' title='Desafio Literário 2010'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SxkJ-eEAFDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xjVofxFPT5U/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-2663861412019765185</id><published>2009-11-11T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:10:45.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr9H_oyMDI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1fiEzNzZ7A/s1600-h/2qbyfiq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr9H_oyMDI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1fiEzNzZ7A/s400/2qbyfiq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;"Adestrei-me com o vento e minha festa é a tempestade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;"E minha alma, sem luz nem tenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;passa errante, na noite má,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;à procura de quem me entenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;e de quem me consolará..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;"Aprendi com a primavera; a deixar-me cortar e voltar sempre inteira."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;"Basta-me um pequeno gesto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;feito de longe e de leve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;para que venhas comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;e eu para sempre te leve..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-2663861412019765185?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/2663861412019765185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=2663861412019765185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2663861412019765185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2663861412019765185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/11/adestrei-me-com-o-vento-e-minha-festa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr9H_oyMDI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1fiEzNzZ7A/s72-c/2qbyfiq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-8553436329047836535</id><published>2009-11-11T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:28:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr0MbLEPGI/AAAAAAAAANI/TQDq66KO3cA/s1600-h/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr0MbLEPGI/AAAAAAAAANI/TQDq66KO3cA/s320/tempo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa quanto tempo não posto nada aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando sem tempo para atualizar o blog, essa OAB e esses concursos me quebraram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estudando feito louca e sem tempo nem pra respirar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, mais estou de volta e espero que dentro em breve, eu consiga atualizar o blog com a mesma frequência de antes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou tentar recuperar o tempo perdido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Beijinhos a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6362305565908174490-8553436329047836535?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/8553436329047836535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=8553436329047836535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/8553436329047836535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/8553436329047836535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/11/nossa-quanto-tempo-nao-posto-nada-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr0MbLEPGI/AAAAAAAAANI/TQDq66KO3cA/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-3736432372689223877</id><published>2009-08-19T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:59:33.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxnkZTKgoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/F0hdiIwgPZs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371782330510377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxnkZTKgoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/F0hdiIwgPZs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"A próxima fronteira não está somente à sua frente, ela está dentro de você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Robert K. Cooper)&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/6362305565908174490-3736432372689223877?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/3736432372689223877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=3736432372689223877' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/3736432372689223877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/3736432372689223877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/08/proxima-fronteira-nao-esta-somente-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxnkZTKgoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/F0hdiIwgPZs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-5095930111629020509</id><published>2009-08-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:52:38.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxmCe_eTcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/urObIz0OKRE/s1600-h/Obstaculo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371780648411221442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxmCe_eTcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/urObIz0OKRE/s400/Obstaculo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Obstáculo são aquelas coisas assustadoras&lt;br /&gt;que você vê quando desvia seus olhos de sua meta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Henry Ford)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-5095930111629020509?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/5095930111629020509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=5095930111629020509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/5095930111629020509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/5095930111629020509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/08/obstaculo-sao-aquelas-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxmCe_eTcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/urObIz0OKRE/s72-c/Obstaculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-8651976293961335806</id><published>2009-08-19T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:02:49.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Soxk_VMognI/AAAAAAAAAMA/60n9ni7lK4w/s1600-h/porta_aberta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371779494730826354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Soxk_VMognI/AAAAAAAAAMA/60n9ni7lK4w/s400/porta_aberta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando na vida um portal se fecha para nós, há sempre outro que se abre. Em geral, porém, olhamos com tanto pesar e ressentimento para a porta fechada que não percebemos a outra que se abriu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Orison S. Marden)&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/6362305565908174490-8651976293961335806?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/8651976293961335806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=8651976293961335806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/8651976293961335806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/8651976293961335806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-na-vida-um-portal-se-fecha-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Soxk_VMognI/AAAAAAAAAMA/60n9ni7lK4w/s72-c/porta_aberta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-409494783506192889</id><published>2009-08-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:44:49.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GIRASSOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxiyP0LQjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dCpSwySWuw8/s1600-h/girassol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777070924513842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxiyP0LQjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dCpSwySWuw8/s400/girassol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossos olhos são seletivos, nós "focalizamos" o que queremos ver e deixamos de ver o restante (ponto cego).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolha focalizar o lado melhor, mais bonito, mais vibrante das coisas, assim como um girassol escolhe sempre estar virado para o sol!&lt;br /&gt;Você já reparou como é fácil ficar baixo astral?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou baixo astral porque está chovendo, porque tenho uma conta para pagar, porque não tenho exatamente o dinheiro ou aparência que eu gostaria de ter, porque ainda não fui valorizado, porque ainda não encontrei o amor da minha vida, porque a pessoa que quero não me quer, porque...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" É fácil, muito fácil, porque sempre vai ter alguma coisinha para nos contrariar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É claro que tem hora que a gente não está bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz parte da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a nossa atitude deveria ser a de uma antena que tenta, ao máximo possível, pegar o lado bom da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na natureza, nós temos uma antena que é assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O girassol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O girassol se volta para onde o sol estiver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que o sol esteja escondido atrás de uma nuvem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós temos de ser mais assim, aprender a realçar o que de bom recebemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprender a ampliar pequenos gestos positivos e transformá-los em grandes acontecimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você quer um exemplo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você já ajudou alguém em alguma coisa que você considerasse muito simples?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algo como explicar uma matéria, fazer um pequeno favor, dar um elogio merecido?&lt;br /&gt;Algo assim que não custou quase nada e o a outra pessoa ficou feliz?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já, não?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas você soube aproveitar este momento?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você gravou no seu coração a expressão alegre da outra pessoa por alguma coisa que você fez?Pense nisso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pense se você soube realmente extrair a beleza daquele momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ser humano precisa de beleza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não estamos falando da beleza externa, dos padrões de beleza, estamos falando da beleza como um todo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E principalmente da beleza que reside dentro das coisas, das pessoas e até mesmo dentro dos nossos olhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque a beleza que já vive dentro de nós é que vai reconhecer a beleza em todos os outros lugares, você sabia disso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não tivéssemos referencial de beleza, não saberíamos reconhecê-la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que não?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine que você só conhecesse o bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você não saberia reconhecer o mal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para reconhecer a beleza, portanto, é preciso carregar um pouco dela consigo, dentro dos olhos, dentro do coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temos de treinar para sermos girassol, que busca o sol, a vitalidade, a força, a beleza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suponhamos que você já soubesse que iria viajar para um lugar muito bonito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O lugar já é bonito, mesmo que você não soubesse disso ele já iria te surpreender, certo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas faz a diferença a expectativa com que você vai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você verá mais os detalhes, aproveitará melhor o momento único que saberá que está vivendo, seja este lugar um linda montanha cheia de neve ou um misterioso e vivo oceano onde você estivesse mergulhando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que só nos preparamos para as viagens, e não para a vida, que é uma viagem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No nosso dia-a-dia, há muitos momentos de beleza, e tínhamos de aprender a parar para vê-los, para apreciá-los.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apreciar o amor profundo que alguém em um determinado momento dirige a você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apreciar um sorriso luminoso de alegria de alguém que você gosta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apreciar uma palavra amiga, que vem soar reconfortante, reanimadora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apreciar a festividade, a alegria, a risada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando estivéssemos voltando a ficar mal-humorados, tristonhos, desanimados, revoltados, que pudéssemos nos lembrar de novo de sermos girassóis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como quem dá um "estalo"' e acorda de um sono equivocado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque é um equívoco passar dias sem ver a beleza da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando não vemos, veja que triste, deixamos de investir nela, de construí-la, também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembre-se do seguinte há um vasto mundo para ser enxergado, ouvido, sentido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selecione o melhor deste mundo, valorize tudo o que de bonito e bom que haja nele e retenha isto dentro de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É este o segredo de quem consegue manter um alto grau de vitalidade interna!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SoxiyP0LQjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dCpSwySWuw8/s72-c/girassol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-7554530116037824107</id><published>2009-05-10T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:27:51.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SgeMaglQyJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/auDAmQGhO-M/s1600-h/bebe%2520sexta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334386670694353042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SgeMaglQyJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/auDAmQGhO-M/s400/bebe%2520sexta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance tem começo, meio e fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como tudo na vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- ‘Ah, terminei o namoro… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘- ‘Nossa, quanto tempo?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- ‘Cinco anos… Mas não deu certo… Acabou’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- É não deu…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acredito em pessoas que se somam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E não temos esta coisa completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes ele é fiel, mas não é bom de cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes ela é malhada, mas não é sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo nós não temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto que é mais importante e invista nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E se o beijo bate… Se joga… Se não bate… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais um Martini, por favor… E vá dar uma volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O outro tem o direito de não te querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não lute, não ligue, não dê pití.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se a pessoa ta com dúvida, problema dela, cabe a você esperar ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada de drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob chantagem, gravidez, dinheiro, recessão de família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você por você.E vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não fique com alguém por dó também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou por medo da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nascemos só. Morremos só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gostar dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você muitas vezes vai ter raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração.Faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você namora um outro ser, um outro mundo e um outro universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E nem sempre as coisas saem como você quer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal, você não é terapeuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para namorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem todo beijo é para romancear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem todo sexo bom é para descartar. Ou se apaixonar. Ou se culpar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enfim… Quem disse que ser adulto é fácil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arnaldo Jabour )&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/6362305565908174490-7554530116037824107?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/7554530116037824107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=7554530116037824107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7554530116037824107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7554530116037824107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/05/sempre-acho-que-namoro-casamento.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SgeMaglQyJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/auDAmQGhO-M/s72-c/bebe%2520sexta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-3926935150996954723</id><published>2009-05-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:13:22.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;NÃO CHORE PORQUE ACABOU, MAIS SORRIA PORQUE ACONTECEU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-3926935150996954723?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/3926935150996954723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=3926935150996954723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/3926935150996954723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/3926935150996954723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-chore-porque-acabou-mais-sorria.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-6662567289608992098</id><published>2009-05-08T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:49:46.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Sgh1IxrdEkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RgVAzvhik7s/s1600-h/ATcAAABMo8QuRURgy0zZ5ByAA3Niwi-5DEF8-k8Hqua5PdQvxReTESWejsgdgf7TKI8idjXcNTQHIYQ_CzdVUT8YAOIXAJtU9VALun3mtEEUjFBa4ahjRiQ3HAb_mQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334642552255353410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Sgh1IxrdEkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RgVAzvhik7s/s400/ATcAAABMo8QuRURgy0zZ5ByAA3Niwi-5DEF8-k8Hqua5PdQvxReTESWejsgdgf7TKI8idjXcNTQHIYQ_CzdVUT8YAOIXAJtU9VALun3mtEEUjFBa4ahjRiQ3HAb_mQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Essa brincadeira eu vi em algum lugar que não me lembro agora, achei bem bacana e decidi postar no meu blogue...então sorria, pois eu posso ter copiado de você...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7x7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 coisas para fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- ter filhos(cria-los e ve-los casando e tendo os próprios filhos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- casar e comemorar bodas de prata;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- passar em um bom concurso público ( estabilidade profissional);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- escrever um livro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- conhecer o Brasil de cabo a rabo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- conhecer as Ilhas gregas, a india e a africa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- adotar uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;7 coisas sem as quais não viveria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;minha família (meus pais e irmãs);&lt;br /&gt;- meus amigos;&lt;br /&gt;- meu celular;&lt;br /&gt;- um doce (bala. Pirulito, chocolate, qualquer coisa com açúcar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-uma boa farra&lt;br /&gt;-consciência limpa&lt;br /&gt;-sem dar boas risadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;7 coisas que mais digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- toma no cu cê num que não néh?;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- seu cu;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- caralho;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- puta-que-pariu véi;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- amo você ( pros meus pais, mhas irmãs,meus amigos);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- tá bom..tá bom( pra dar fim ao assunto);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- uai;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- olha pra titia;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;7 coisas que faço bem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- o meu trabalho(sou mto competente..ô modestia);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- cozinhar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- arrumar problema;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- charme(para conseguir o que eu quero - eu sou terrível, admito...).;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- escrever;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- sexo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- dar a volta por cima;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;7 coisas que não faço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- guardar dinheiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- acabar uma relação definitivamente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- dar uma segunda chance;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- admitir que estou errada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- cantar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- baliza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- controlar os meus gastos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 coisas que me encantam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- o sorriso dos que eu amo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- maternidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- água(mar, rio, cachoeira, piscina);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- família reunida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- pé no chão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- arte de qualidade - cinema, teatro, música e literatura, especialmente;&lt;br /&gt;- viajar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 coisas que me irritam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- falsidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- auto-piedade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- falta de personalidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- injustiça;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- calor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- burocracia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-serviços domésticos(exceto cozinhar);&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/6362305565908174490-6662567289608992098?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/6662567289608992098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=6662567289608992098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6662567289608992098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6662567289608992098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/05/7x7-essa-brincadeira-eu-vi-em-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Sgh1IxrdEkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RgVAzvhik7s/s72-c/ATcAAABMo8QuRURgy0zZ5ByAA3Niwi-5DEF8-k8Hqua5PdQvxReTESWejsgdgf7TKI8idjXcNTQHIYQ_CzdVUT8YAOIXAJtU9VALun3mtEEUjFBa4ahjRiQ3HAb_mQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-7285030561880615399</id><published>2009-04-02T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:58:57.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SgMmIn4zwPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LB153S89jE4/s1600-h/00731454671323%5B1%5D+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333148313324863730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SgMmIn4zwPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LB153S89jE4/s400/00731454671323%5B1%5D+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 312px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Silêncio... nem uma pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero a minha alma serena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem soluços na cidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequei meus olhos chorados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pus no peito cadeados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra não entrar a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa atitude menos louca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pousei sobre a minha boca Rosas, fogo de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra se me vencer a fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De querer gritar teu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios fiquem em chama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noite é um segredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo, desejos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir silêncios rasgados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quebrar os cadeados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De te queimar com meus beijos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;António Zambujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6362305565908174490-7285030561880615399?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/7285030561880615399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=7285030561880615399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7285030561880615399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7285030561880615399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/04/silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SgMmIn4zwPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LB153S89jE4/s72-c/00731454671323%5B1%5D+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-4102913311977832987</id><published>2009-04-02T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:02:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTHrRuQM2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/9-QZCdgrbaI/s1600-h/Scotteyechart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320096606137103202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTHrRuQM2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/9-QZCdgrbaI/s400/Scotteyechart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando voltares tem cautela, pisa bem devagarinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não acordes minha dor, transforma-te numa estrela,vem em nuvens de carinho e traz-me um pouco de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abre a porta levemente, sobe a escada passo a passo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lembra-te do tempo antigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dá-me um beijo docemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;acorda-me num abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estarei sonhando contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois mente-me em segredo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;diz que tiveste saudades;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deves mentir meu amor,é que eu tenho tanto medo que a amargura da verdade venha acordar minha dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTHrRuQM2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/9-QZCdgrbaI/s72-c/Scotteyechart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-2121698149121686984</id><published>2009-04-02T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:58:12.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO DIZIA O POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTGkcLKr6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gzNoX3Y-hEQ/s1600-h/Saudade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320095389172019106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTGkcLKr6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gzNoX3Y-hEQ/s400/Saudade2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;"Como dizia o poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Quem já passou por essa vida e não viveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Porque a vida só se dá pra quem se deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Pra quem amou, pra quem chorou, pra quem sofreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Ah, quem nunca curtiu uma paixão nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Não há mal pior do que a descrença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Mesmo o amor que não compensa é melhor que a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Abre os teus braços, meu irmão, deixa cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Pra que somar se a gente pode dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Eu francamente já não quero nem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;De quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Ai de quem não rasga o coração, esse não vai ter perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão, nunca vai ter nada, não"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.hi5.com/autor/Vinicius_de_Moraes/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/6362305565908174490-2121698149121686984?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/2121698149121686984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=2121698149121686984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-6749927810780283788</id><published>2009-04-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:56:02.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr6df0yY3I/AAAAAAAAANo/xWfkt8-6Qt8/s1600-h/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr6df0yY3I/AAAAAAAAANo/xWfkt8-6Qt8/s320/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amor é paciente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o amor é benigno, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não é invejoso; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o amor não se ufana, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ensoberbece, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não é inconveniente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não procura o seu interesse, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se irrita, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não suspeita mal;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se alegra com a injustiça,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas rejubila com a verdade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo desculpa, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Coríntios 13, do versículo 4 ao 7 (corrigido)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-6749927810780283788?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/6749927810780283788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=6749927810780283788' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6749927810780283788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6749927810780283788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-amor-e-paciente-o-amor-e-benigno-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr6df0yY3I/AAAAAAAAANo/xWfkt8-6Qt8/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-9045062756748555880</id><published>2009-04-02T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:54:01.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTDLPWd-oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cCxkPy9hPVs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320091657698146946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTDLPWd-oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cCxkPy9hPVs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem dúvida nenhuma, hoje sinto-me uma mulher repleta de vontades, desejos, ambições; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoje sinto-me uma mulher capaz e com vontade de dar e receber, de entender, de respeitar, de aprender, de compreender, de perdoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, mais do que nunca, acredito no amor, não por estar ao lado do amor da minha vida (ou até posso estar, ainda não sei), mas porque o amor é das coisas que mais me motiva nesta vida, que mais me faz ser vulnerável e ao mesmo tempo fiel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque é no amor que encontro estabilidade e sofrimento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque é no amor que sou capaz de dar tudo e tantas vezes nada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque é o amor que me faz acreditar que não devemos desistir dos nossos sonhos, das nossas crenças, dos nossos valores e ideais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque eu acho que nasci com vontade de amar, de mostrar que sei amar, de não desistir de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SdTDLPWd-oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cCxkPy9hPVs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-1783742825869615044</id><published>2009-02-28T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:23:55.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Samqu_KAljI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d0H1MaFLJss/s1600-h/ATgAAAAWWklh_23cSzgRpUqB8FWrFL503I7KYeCpw04iP3Hg061ZATOie5m0RKWk86kvfDxUd_T2RZlWFM2hx4sQK39kAJtU9VCXSMJothUyNrS89VPEQOSNclwJWQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307961360036959794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Samqu_KAljI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d0H1MaFLJss/s400/ATgAAAAWWklh_23cSzgRpUqB8FWrFL503I7KYeCpw04iP3Hg061ZATOie5m0RKWk86kvfDxUd_T2RZlWFM2hx4sQK39kAJtU9VCXSMJothUyNrS89VPEQOSNclwJWQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="Blog14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lendo os seus versos, sentindo o carinho, sonhando sozinho eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sinto você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentindo suas mãos, os delicados dedos teclando sem medo eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sinto você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Percebo o seu amor, acalmando o meu peito e num mar de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desejo eu sinto você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse vulto sem rosto, a essência sem o corpo, minha mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;procura e eu sinto você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E nesse momento, num breve encanto, percebo o quanto minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É você!&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/6362305565908174490-1783742825869615044?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/1783742825869615044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=1783742825869615044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1783742825869615044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1783742825869615044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinto-voce-lendo-os-seus-versos.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Samqu_KAljI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d0H1MaFLJss/s72-c/ATgAAAAWWklh_23cSzgRpUqB8FWrFL503I7KYeCpw04iP3Hg061ZATOie5m0RKWk86kvfDxUd_T2RZlWFM2hx4sQK39kAJtU9VCXSMJothUyNrS89VPEQOSNclwJWQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-1577276323453369573</id><published>2009-02-28T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:43:24.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SamhLYsnWUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1TeB4kWDy18/s1600-h/painting_children_kjb_DonaldZolan_61FlowersforMother_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307950852813052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SamhLYsnWUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1TeB4kWDy18/s400/painting_children_kjb_DonaldZolan_61FlowersforMother_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordei hoje achando que o mundo é de verdade um lugar bom de viver...basta que se saiba viver...e passei o dia assim..nesse contentamento...nessa vontade doida de sorrir sem parar e de transmitir luz a qualquer um que cruze o meu caminho....acordei disposta a fazer com que todos a minha volta sintam a paz que sinto...e pensando nisso..me veio essas palavras..pode não ter sentido pra você..mais eu sei que alguém vai ler e ter certeza que é a mais pura verdade..e tudo isso vai fazer sentido absoluto pra essa pessoa....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• O filho que muitas vezes não limpa o quarto e está a ver televisão, significa que está em casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• A desordem que se tem que limpar depois de uma festa, significa que estivemos rodeados de familiares e amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• O trabalho que temos a limpar a casa, significa que a temos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• As queixas que escutamos acerca do governo, significa que temos liberdade de expressão.Não encontrar estacionamento, significa ter carro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Os gritos das crianças, significa que podemos ouvir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• O cansaço ao final do dia, significa que temos trabalho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• O despertador que nos acorda todas as manhãs, significa que estamos vivos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• A tristeza e a dor que nos consome deixando nosso coração apertadinho em alguns momentos, significa que temos sentimentos que os desabores da vida ainda não fizeram com que fiquemos frios diante do mundo e das pessoas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;• As mensagens que recebemos, significa que não estamos sozinhos, que temos amigos que pensam em nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus não nos da um fardo maior do que aquele que podemos carregar...por mais vontade que sentimos as vezes de jogar tudo pro alto e sumir...lembre-se que o amanhã sempre vem e com ele novas esperanças..novos sonhos..novas razões pra seguir em frente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESEJO A TODOS PAZ E SERENIDADE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E QUE A NOITE VENHA COMO UM BÁLSAMO PRA SUA ALMA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-1577276323453369573?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/1577276323453369573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=1577276323453369573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1577276323453369573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1577276323453369573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/02/acordei-hoje-achando-que-o-mundo-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SamhLYsnWUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1TeB4kWDy18/s72-c/painting_children_kjb_DonaldZolan_61FlowersforMother_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-5549669272378067411</id><published>2009-02-25T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:31:16.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXUto_M73I/AAAAAAAAAIM/b2JZ5_WOmN8/s1600-h/f_art11m_3a74f5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881616487706482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXUto_M73I/AAAAAAAAAIM/b2JZ5_WOmN8/s400/f_art11m_3a74f5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Blog12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coisa maluca isso, que a gente possa se expandir e chegar tão longe, e que para isso baste a gente se permitir. O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bacana&lt;/span&gt; é que a gente se liberta, e de repente lá está o vento, falando por nós. As palavras e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt;, tão inteiras que prescindem de fazer sentido. Mas sentidas são, e como. Ressoam e significam, e para que mais há de haver palavras e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt; no mundo? Se mudarem alguma coisa, por pequenina que seja, grande conquista. Passos são passos, não importa seu tamanho. A constância, muito mais importante do que a rapidez. Chegar rápido não é o mais importante. Também porque assim se perde a beleza da viagem, e no fim é só ela mesmo que importa. Sentar-se à janela e contemplar a paisagem, permitir-se divagar e perder-se em meio às flores azuis e brancas, tão brancas como você jamais havia imaginado que pudessem ser. E o arco-íris. Sem pote de ouro, livre para a mais desinteressada contemplação. Assim, como a vida faz-se valer a pena, de vez em quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje acordei liberta, isenta desse delírio estranho de querer fazer sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: flores de plástico não morrem, mas também não cheiram.&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/6362305565908174490-5549669272378067411?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/5549669272378067411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=5549669272378067411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/5549669272378067411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/5549669272378067411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/02/coisa-maluca-isso-que-gente-possa-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXUto_M73I/AAAAAAAAAIM/b2JZ5_WOmN8/s72-c/f_art11m_3a74f5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-7630006169052424984</id><published>2009-02-25T14:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:35:51.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXGmMNBPvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eHd-vMbtIFY/s1600-h/bco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306866095339159282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXGmMNBPvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eHd-vMbtIFY/s400/bco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me disseram que é muito triste ver alguém tão novo carregar tanta amargura e desesperança no coração, contudo, esqueceram que a idade só diz respeito a quantidade de anos que você já viveu mais não fala nada a respeito da intensidade do que já foi vivido...&lt;br /&gt;Como dizer pra um coração que foi machucado que ele é novo demais pra pensar que aquela dor não é profunda o suficiente pra leva-lo a ter medo de se machucar outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como exigir de uma alma que ela acredite de novo quando todas as suas esperanças foram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;destruídas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Como pedir que ela deixe de lado todas as suas reservas, seus medos, suas defesas e entregue de novo seu coração &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recém&lt;/span&gt; colado...quando a dor fez com que todas as suas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; secassem e que tivesse receio até de respirar novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor é como uma faca de dois gumes ..pode te trazer uma felicidade jamais sonhada..como pode te trazer a dor mais profunda que você jamais pensou existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então não julgue..não cobre...não exija ..apenas espere..no meu momento..no meu tempo..eu vou te dar meu coração e você vai entender a profundidade do amor que existe dentro dele...mas por favor não faça com que eu me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arrependa&lt;/span&gt; disso...&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/6362305565908174490-7630006169052424984?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/7630006169052424984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=7630006169052424984' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7630006169052424984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7630006169052424984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-disseram-que-e-muito-triste-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXGmMNBPvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eHd-vMbtIFY/s72-c/bco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-9208520602587526727</id><published>2009-01-20T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:53:06.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SXZOZq94GBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QsQjEhGlXzU/s1600-h/mascaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293504614958110738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SXZOZq94GBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QsQjEhGlXzU/s400/mascaras.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje fazendo uma hora aqui na net me deparei com uma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/cronicas/754669"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crônica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, em um site que nunca tinha visto, mas que chega a doer de tão verdadeira. A crônica começa abordando a origem da palavra traíra. Não, não é o peixe. Embora tenha grande relação. É a pessoa mesmo. É de onde veio o nome para descrever a pessoa: do peixe ou do verbo trair??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A crônica segue dizendo que só o tempo mostra quem realmente as pessoas são. Que até que se prove o contrário, todas as pessoas são boas e merecem confiança. Depois podem demonstrar ser o que não são. Esta é a opinião do autor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas no fundo, o que eu penso não é muito diferente. As situações, o dia-a-dia, o cotidiano tem me mostrado que, INEVITAVELMENTE, o tempo mostra como as pessoas realmente são. Elas podem tentar esconder, podem tentar dissimular, mas as máscaras sempre caem. Podem cair para o bem ou para o mal. A pessoa pode “ser” brava, mal humorada, mas com o tempo a mascara de “monstro” cai e a simpatia toma conta do rosto.Ou também pode acontecer da “chapeuzinho vermelho” virar o “lobo mau”. E isto é mais comum do que se pensa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vestir máscaras pode ser muito fácil, mas quem faz isso acaba pagando um preço muito alto. E, por mais que o “desmascarado” jure que não se importa com isto, lhe fere fundo e marca pra sempre. E as conseqüências sempre estarão na lembrança dos demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao contrário do autor da crônica, tenho um sexto sentido, que me alerta quando a pessoa não é aquilo que se pensa. Só que às vezes ele falha ou eu insisto em ignora-lo. Nem sempre o sinal está bom, eu acho. E daí acontece o que acontece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já aconteceu muito comigo. E pior que eu não aprendo. Acho que ninguém aprende. Afinal, sempre achamos que as coisas podem ser diferentes desta vez. A simpatia, o sorriso pode ser verdadeiro. Pra mim, existe uma coisa que mostra a verdade: os olhos. Estes nunca mentem. É só aprender a interpretar, mas quando se trata de amizades e de relações neste mundinho virtual tudo fica mais complicado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estar alerta às pessoas que nos cercam, observando-as, nunca é demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas cá entre nós: sempre vai acontecer de novo não vai?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, de novo, o tempo mostrará como as pessoas são de verdade…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6362305565908174490-9208520602587526727?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/9208520602587526727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=9208520602587526727' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/9208520602587526727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/9208520602587526727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-fazendo-uma-hora-aqui-na-net-me_7675.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SXZOZq94GBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QsQjEhGlXzU/s72-c/mascaras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-4518494677458997979</id><published>2009-01-20T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:52:14.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr5xWOSXpI/AAAAAAAAANg/SfYzkcibY8s/s1600-h/y1piXicMIDqSwOS37XLbAQ-EHFlQxcbUeQsp92KP1WDJKyquVKoAMHXNqEkdKz0z4CN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr5xWOSXpI/AAAAAAAAANg/SfYzkcibY8s/s320/y1piXicMIDqSwOS37XLbAQ-EHFlQxcbUeQsp92KP1WDJKyquVKoAMHXNqEkdKz0z4CN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Você pode enganar uma pessoa durante todo o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você pode enganar todas as pessoas durante parte do tempo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas você nunca poderá enganar todas as pessoas durante todo o tempo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SXZM02-wxkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZSxFmgjs_Fk/s400/y1piXicMIDqSwOS37XLbAQ-EHFlQxcbUeQsp92KP1WDJKyquVKoAMHXNqEkdKz0z4CN.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 710px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 64px; visibility: hidden;" width="91" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-4518494677458997979?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/4518494677458997979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=4518494677458997979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/4518494677458997979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/4518494677458997979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/01/voc-pode-enganar-uma-pessoa-durante.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr5xWOSXpI/AAAAAAAAANg/SfYzkcibY8s/s72-c/y1piXicMIDqSwOS37XLbAQ-EHFlQxcbUeQsp92KP1WDJKyquVKoAMHXNqEkdKz0z4CN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-7766252779752776841</id><published>2009-01-05T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:49:41.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWOBUIGKl9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/WMpEgCBDoos/s1600-h/222885-1342207%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288212570233804754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWOBUIGKl9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/WMpEgCBDoos/s640/222885-1342207%5B1%5D.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui estou novamente fechada.&lt;br /&gt;em palavras..&lt;br /&gt;e mais uma vez penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;penso e sinto-te tão perto..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouço uma música de fundo&lt;br /&gt;que só eu ouço,a tua voz..&lt;br /&gt;a minha cabeça fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;será sonho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, não pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;ah… queria-te aqui neste momento...&lt;br /&gt;os teus braços abraçavam o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;a tua boca e a minha tinham um encontro louco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fecho os olhos e sinto-te aqui..&lt;br /&gt;A imaginação voa&lt;br /&gt;e faz do sonho seu aliado&lt;br /&gt;Imagino … sonho..&lt;br /&gt;e sinto o teu toque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma mão que desliza na minha perna&lt;br /&gt;uma respiração suave que me arrepia&lt;br /&gt;o brilho do um olhar que me enfeitiça &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o coração…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bate louco e descompassado&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me louca pouco a pouco.&lt;br /&gt;só tu tens o dom de me fazer sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;de me me enfeitiçar.&lt;br /&gt;Cedo a todas as tuas vontades&lt;br /&gt;sem questioná-las,&lt;br /&gt;quando estou contigo não sou dona de mim,&lt;br /&gt;sou simplesmente tua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sonho ou realidade..?&lt;br /&gt;e isso importa ?&lt;br /&gt;e se for apenas mais um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;deixam-me sonhar..&lt;br /&gt;assim saberei que estou viva...!&lt;/em&gt;&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/6362305565908174490-7766252779752776841?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/7766252779752776841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=7766252779752776841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7766252779752776841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/7766252779752776841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqui-estou-novamente-fechada.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWOBUIGKl9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/WMpEgCBDoos/s72-c/222885-1342207%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-6554522313425323671</id><published>2009-01-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:46:49.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente pra vc Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLPWi4SmyI/AAAAAAAAADM/m6f2EPCwiPI/s1600-h/50244.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288016898713361186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLPWi4SmyI/AAAAAAAAADM/m6f2EPCwiPI/s640/50244.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A tristeza é constante, querer estar perto e não poder, olhar em seus olhos e não saber,se minha imagem ainda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reflete&lt;/span&gt; em seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não devia nós trazer este tipo de sentimento, ninguém nunca deveria passar pelo suplicio da insegurança e a tormenta da duvida.&lt;br /&gt;A dor de olhar nos olhos de quem nos prometeu amor e ver que não estamos mais lá e que nosso sentimento já é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ultrapassado&lt;/span&gt;, gasto e velho.&lt;br /&gt;O amor deveria ser sempre sublime, deveria sempre trazer consigo a beleza da felicidade e as cores do prazer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt; espero ter expressado tudo que vc me disse querida..e que esse sentimento passe logo...eu vou sempre estar do teu lado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362305565908174490-6554522313425323671?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/6554522313425323671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=6554522313425323671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6554522313425323671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/6554522313425323671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/01/tristeza-constante-querer-estar-perto-e.html' title='Presente pra vc Flor'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLPWi4SmyI/AAAAAAAAADM/m6f2EPCwiPI/s72-c/50244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-3281547206320061753</id><published>2009-01-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:45:08.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLMFPtwIdI/AAAAAAAAADE/jwkdJZn6hZs/s1600-h/45642.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288013302976225746" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLMFPtwIdI/AAAAAAAAADE/jwkdJZn6hZs/s320/45642.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 242px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Diante das dificuldades e desafios que a vida nos propõe muitas vezes o mundo parece conspirar para que a gente desista. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos tentados a deixar para trás não apenas nossos sonhos, mas também pedaços de nós e de tudo em que acreditamos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entretanto, para quem confia em dias melhores e em si mesmo esse é o momento exato para reerguer-se e lutar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa de onde venha a nossa força, já que a verdadeira fé independe de crenças e religiões. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que interessa é buscar estímulos para seguir em frente, superar obstáculos, batalhar pelos nossos ideais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que precisamos é acreditar que tudo é possível quando cultivamos a esperança dentro de nós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milagres acontecem todos os dias, por toda a parte. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contudo, só os reconhece quem tem um coração repleto de fé e esperança.. quem se atreve a sonhar!!"&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/6362305565908174490-3281547206320061753?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/3281547206320061753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=3281547206320061753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/3281547206320061753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/3281547206320061753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/01/dificil-sorrir-com-vontade-de-chorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLMFPtwIdI/AAAAAAAAADE/jwkdJZn6hZs/s72-c/45642.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-1562550554775384782</id><published>2009-01-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:44:27.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLG_tZOkGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FtNmjg3j8kA/s1600-h/45649.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288007710305849442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLG_tZOkGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FtNmjg3j8kA/s320/45649.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 244px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem horas que da um vazio enorme no peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma vontade louca de chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem horas que nos vemos com os olhos fixos no vazio imenso do nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nestas horas lembramos de alguém que já não temos mais ao nosso lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembramos do sorriso que nem vimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos olhos que não olhamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da pele que não tocamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do cheiro que não sentimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O peito se aperta tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da um no na garganta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buscamos freneticamente uma solução&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentamos colocar alguém no espaço que ficou vazio no nosso coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não adianta... ninguém pode ocupar um lugar que pertence a outra pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então só nos resta gritar...gritar pra ver se com o grito tiramos esta dor do peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual nada, o grito emudece na alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O coração aperta e as lágrimas descem sem que possamos prendê-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos atiramos na cama... entre lençóis e almofadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choramos nossas magoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a dor não passa....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6362305565908174490-1562550554775384782?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/1562550554775384782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=1562550554775384782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1562550554775384782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1562550554775384782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2009/01/tem-horas-que-da-um-vazio-enorme-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SWLG_tZOkGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FtNmjg3j8kA/s72-c/45649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-1117931798015792079</id><published>2008-11-08T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:04:25.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SRaLVya0CWI/AAAAAAAAACk/5nTJE250otA/s1600-h/untitledM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266550020684122466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SRaLVya0CWI/AAAAAAAAACk/5nTJE250otA/s320/untitledM.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Sou lenda, porque as lendas são envoltas em mistério e magias, são uma criação dos caminhos da mente, da vaga imaginação, da liberação dos silêncios da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou lenda, porque as lendas correm soltas junto ao vento, buscando as vozes da memória para que alcancem as histórias perdidas no tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou lenda, pelo desejo incontido que há em mim de tornar possível o encontro entre a Lua e o Sol, diminuindo os entraves da dor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, sendo lenda, possa cavalgar pelos seus sonhos, velejar pelos mares da sua saudade, passear solta pelos seus pensamentos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo lenda, possa brincar com a sua alegria, ser parte da sua emoção e caminhar tranqüila pela sua ilusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo lenda, possa escrever meu nome na sua vida, e me instalar no aconchego do seu coração, como uma sensação chegando pelo perfume do ar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo lenda, possa eu ser parte de você, ainda que você não perceba."&lt;/em&gt;&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/6362305565908174490-1117931798015792079?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/1117931798015792079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=1117931798015792079' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1117931798015792079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/1117931798015792079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2008/11/sou-lenda-porque-as-lendas-so-envoltas.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SRaLVya0CWI/AAAAAAAAACk/5nTJE250otA/s72-c/untitledM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-2387083280422329334</id><published>2008-11-08T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:39:51.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim sou eu..apenas palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr2QCWGL4I/AAAAAAAAANY/yRESyTE9kR8/s1600-h/perdido1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr2QCWGL4I/AAAAAAAAANY/yRESyTE9kR8/s400/perdido1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por muitas vezes não sei quem sou e nem tão pouco para onde vou, ando perdida, sem saber qual caminho seguir, são tantos caminhos que a vida baseada em minhas escolhas me propõe, que fico assim perdida sem saber qual seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente escolho o caminho errado, ando , ando e só ai percebo que já não dá mais pra voltar pro caminho certo e que o único caminho é seguir em frente e esperar a próxima bifurcação.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto seguia mais um caminho errado, descobri que existem coisas que simplesmente não estão destinadas a acontecer e que de nada adianta os meus esforços pra que elas aconteçam, assim como existem coisas que inevitavelmente irão acontecer e que nada poderei fazer e que de nada adiantará fugir, pois onde quer que eu vá elas me seguirão.&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que há mim só resta seguir em frente, deixar que as lágrimas caiam e continuar, sempre em frente, como uma folha jogada ao vento à mercê das suas correntes, apenas com a ténue esperança de que o vento me leve a um porto seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Assim sou eu e essas são as minhas palavras, parte do que sou, do que fui e do que ainda serei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;APENAS PALAVRAS AO VENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6362305565908174490-2387083280422329334?l=cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/feeds/2387083280422329334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362305565908174490&amp;postID=2387083280422329334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2387083280422329334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362305565908174490/posts/default/2387083280422329334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodadi-di.blogspot.com/2008/11/assim-sou-euapenas-palavras-ao-vento.html' title='Assim sou eu..apenas palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11568716379799808771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SiGedcSKDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vuUvS4EVBpc/S220/c%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/Svr2QCWGL4I/AAAAAAAAANY/yRESyTE9kR8/s72-c/perdido1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362305565908174490.post-4494655900376217124</id><published>2008-11-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:43:35.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXY4UqL8aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fzhSzVUSr68/s1600-h/64.jpg" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306886198055924130" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L44dMTytAJc/SaXY4UqL8aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fzhSzVUSr68/s400/64.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serei eternamente menina, nas minhas memórias, nos meus amores, nos meus sorrisos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; 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