<?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-3184919461464287693</id><updated>2011-10-17T12:30:43.430-07:00</updated><category term='15/09/2010'/><title type='text'>Mutações de uma Mente Estática</title><subtitle type='html'>Joguem luzes na minha estranheza, por favor, quero escancarar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-6573545778197630332</id><published>2011-08-30T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:35:51.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogos constantes</title><content type='html'>Vamos combinar uma coisa...sempre que eu te tratar como um objeto descartável de afeto duvidoso, você se humilha e implora por atenção, para eu persistir no tratamento contigo. E quando eu me cansar, você ouve um 'amor' com a minha voz, me referindo a você, se faz de ingênua e se encanta e me enche de mimos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ok. Aí faz o seguinte...AMOR É O CARALHO! VTC! VSF! E o restante é só você se deixar levar pela raiva que te consumiu agora no começo da minha resposta e imagina, porque não é digno de desperdício das minhas palavras faladas, 'querido'. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-6573545778197630332?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/6573545778197630332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=6573545778197630332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6573545778197630332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6573545778197630332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2011/08/vamos-combinar-uma-coisa.html' title='Diálogos constantes'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-3787555263017234826</id><published>2010-10-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:04:55.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15/09/2010'/><title type='text'>O velho, a moça e a sensível estranha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há de existir situação pior do que uma moça cuidando de um velho um tanto teimoso, morimbundo sobre um leito de hospital?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há! A situação de que essa moça é a filha desse pobre velho, que simplesmente, ao passo que ela pergunta se ele a conhece, recebe um 'não' como resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há pior? Infelizmente digo-lhe que sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pai, em suas excessivas experiências primaveris, que ouve uma filha perguntar se ele a conhece e simplesmente não sabe nem o nome daquela estranha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra completar a cena mais intensa e dolorosa dessa tarde de calor infernal da velha cidade interiorana em ascensão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O som do telefone corta o diálogo. Do outro lado da linha, uma voz familiar também desconhecida ao atual momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trocada enfim por lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas quentes, solitárias e vazias de tantas lembranças escondidas em algum lugar não alcançado daquela velha mente humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-idQ2i6AI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VJpZuQxvI7A/s400/_MG_2279+copy-1-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525813891430541314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A esperança desesperada toma as palavras da moça em perguntas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Você tem filhos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Teeem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Quantos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Um monte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele encerra a insistencia das perguntas da moça com um súbito abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus velhos braços magrinhos a cerca dos ombros dela, volteando teu jovem pescoço, outras tantas vezes tão conhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; calam palavras e abre a porta dos soluços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele ainda a sentia. A filha nova, reconhecia também o velho pai.&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/3184919461464287693-3787555263017234826?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/3787555263017234826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=3787555263017234826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3787555263017234826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3787555263017234826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-velho-moca-e-sensivel-estranha.html' title='O velho, a moça e a sensível estranha.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-idQ2i6AI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VJpZuQxvI7A/s72-c/_MG_2279+copy-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-3306511656172616784</id><published>2010-09-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:33:26.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TI60QB2LZdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3xSYSOzrQEo/s1600/i122312+PB+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 192px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TI60QB2LZdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3xSYSOzrQEo/s400/i122312+PB+old.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516544781042017746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O cigarro é uma maneira sutil, e disfarçada de suspirar"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me vê um cigarro agora ae! E um capuccino também, por favor, pra complementar.&lt;br /&gt;Sr. M.Quintana que deu idéia e eu acho que concordo com ele! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Então um cigarro do bom, do melhor, por favor! Que é pra combinar com o motivo dos meus suspiros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado!&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/3184919461464287693-3306511656172616784?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/3306511656172616784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=3306511656172616784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3306511656172616784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3306511656172616784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2010/09/frio.html' title='Frio.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TI60QB2LZdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3xSYSOzrQEo/s72-c/i122312+PB+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-1837792725851877731</id><published>2010-09-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:19:39.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l'âme de maquillage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TIqSAd9E-MI/AAAAAAAAAdU/45ggKpluP4g/s1600/MENOR+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TIqSAd9E-MI/AAAAAAAAAdU/45ggKpluP4g/s400/MENOR+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515381230407055554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cores superficiais, mas não deixam de ser cores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim como as pessoas, existem as superficiais, mas não deixam de ser pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cores estas, usadas quase sempre para esconder/mascarar histórias, tristezas, lágrimas, olheiras de cansaço, de desânimo, de desespero ou de tensão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedaços de felicidade, comprados em loja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Máscaras de felicidade para sorrisos perdidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-1837792725851877731?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/1837792725851877731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=1837792725851877731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/1837792725851877731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/1837792725851877731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2010/09/lame-de-maquillage.html' title='l&apos;âme de maquillage'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TIqSAd9E-MI/AAAAAAAAAdU/45ggKpluP4g/s72-c/MENOR+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-4656126380529484019</id><published>2009-10-02T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:59:19.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim, o Menino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SsbxwOjdsyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yKbCH-HxpPU/s1600-h/IMG_8060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388259815038235426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SsbxwOjdsyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yKbCH-HxpPU/s400/IMG_8060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O menino entra em casa. Passa pelo corredor, a passos largos e duradouros, direto para o quarto. Olhos castanhos distantes, cabelos em desordem pela labuta diária. Porta fechada calmamente, sem esperanças, praticamente sem força.&lt;br /&gt;Ele abre o livro que está sobre a cama, um pequeno bilhete manuscrito desperta um discreto sorriso em direção à janela aberta. No céu azul, as nuvens formam desenhos, convite à uma pausa para despertar a imaginação. Chega a notar a imagem de um trem nas brancas nuvens.Mas os carros passam freneticamente e essa constante faz o sorriso do menino se esvair. O cotidiano e a banalização do que incomoda se tornou sua maior enfermidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O trem desaparece com o vento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-4656126380529484019?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/4656126380529484019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=4656126380529484019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/4656126380529484019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/4656126380529484019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/10/nuvem.html' title='Enfim, o Menino'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SsbxwOjdsyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yKbCH-HxpPU/s72-c/IMG_8060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-2426748292966766712</id><published>2009-09-02T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:47:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sp76UuQJYTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Sb2fee78ggU/s1600-h/3452952454_655fba76bf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sp76UuQJYTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Sb2fee78ggU/s400/3452952454_655fba76bf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377010239047033138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A menina não acreditava como era possível sua tristeza se diluir com o poder de um olhar, de um sorriso desconhecido pela razão, mas acolhido pelo coração, como velhos amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bendita hora em que ela resolveu que ficar em seu mundo fechado num momento difícil não era a solução, e decidiu aceitar o convite do príncipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele a convidou, mas ela estava tão triste com as peças que a vida prega, que teve a capacidade louca de pensar duas vezes...mesmo assim resolveu apostar numa tentativa com sonhos de minutos de alegria e distração. Bem apostado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realmente a vida pregou peças naquela ingênua menina! Mostrou que não só prega peças tristes, consegue surpreender o coração com um brilho estranhamente colorido nos momentos mais improváveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naquele lugar, ela sabia que era apenas mais uma, que ele nem a via, mas o simples caminhar dele de um lado a outro no pseudo País das Maravilhas, já maravilhou o coração da menina com aquelas incansáveis borboletinhas sumidas há um tempo, embaladas por feixes de luzes coloridas no ar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada gesto singelo, sorriso, olhar ao acaso daquele príncipe...cada detalhe arrancava um sorriso do seu bauzinho de sentimentos que apelidaram de coração. E ela não sabia como reagir, mas deixava seguir, levada pelo vento das asas das borboletas.Até o fim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu olhar era puro, tanto quanto nunca havia sido antes. Era indizível cada sensação em seu misto delas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"E foi então que aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Você me viu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;E veio em minha direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sorrindo disse: Olá"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela não podia negar, o medo se fazia presente, mesmo que discreto. Era mais fácil se entregar ao conforto do que já era estabelecido. A razão solicitou uma 'fuga', seu coração pediu pra ficar. Se recusou a sair e se agarrou com toda força às flores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"...Mas eu não quis ir embora, não podia ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Como se nascesse ali um amor absoluto pelo homem que eu vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Poderia lhe entregar meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Alma, vida e até minha atenção."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até que ele disse à ela: 'segura minha mão? E deixa que meu coração guia o resto!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desobedecendo a razão, perseguida por um discreto medo e sensação de já ter lido o livro, seduzida por uma lua crescente, pisando em delicadas pétalas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ela arriscou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-2426748292966766712?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/2426748292966766712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=2426748292966766712&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2426748292966766712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2426748292966766712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/09/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sp76UuQJYTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Sb2fee78ggU/s72-c/3452952454_655fba76bf_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-2874193499013411710</id><published>2009-09-02T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:50:07.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Menina dos Pés Coloridos e as Grades no Céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sp7vH2BNI4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/UmaVHE3EgTM/s1600-h/luzes+0142444+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sp7vH2BNI4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/UmaVHE3EgTM/s400/luzes+0142444+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376997923165643650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diversos sonhos...belos e leves como as nuvens de algodão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transpassando as grades da janela, tentando ir em direção ao céu, ao sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo, os 'pés no chão' da realidade permanecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais que quisesse voar e apalpar as nuvens num breve movimento de pálpebras, a Menina dos Pés Coloridos se agarrava às grades até quase ferir suas mãos. Afinal, o céu é belo, mas é muito alto e por mais que ela queira voar, a realidade a obriga a manter um discreto medo de se machucar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questão de segurança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belo azul encantador... tão perto dos olhos da Menina, porém tão longe do alcance das mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sp7wXChcgeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/n0WxW9p732I/s400/luzes+0154444+c%C3%B3pia+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376999283731759586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Marii Galvão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(a menina dos pés coloridos)&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/3184919461464287693-2874193499013411710?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/2874193499013411710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=2874193499013411710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2874193499013411710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2874193499013411710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/09/menina-dos-pes-coloridos-e-as-grades-no.html' title='A Menina dos Pés Coloridos e as Grades no Céu'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sp7vH2BNI4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/UmaVHE3EgTM/s72-c/luzes+0142444+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-7355895689686508455</id><published>2009-06-26T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:30:35.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SkW7jlxwq1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/1160e-QX_IE/s1600-h/OgAAAP5_hw74BUjSkmtYwj0-2Y0rm-wWIwRISCoBHlaFVyY7af2lyIOCZcknM1V6TXH9FYGdn47ibtxU5ncbcY_ceRUAm1T1UNxWqpn0QoOZ1GqrrHXrq8bp-b7D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SkW7jlxwq1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/1160e-QX_IE/s400/OgAAAP5_hw74BUjSkmtYwj0-2Y0rm-wWIwRISCoBHlaFVyY7af2lyIOCZcknM1V6TXH9FYGdn47ibtxU5ncbcY_ceRUAm1T1UNxWqpn0QoOZ1GqrrHXrq8bp-b7D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351889952310340434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ainda estranhamente abalada à distância...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas inicialmente deixo registrada em pelo menos uma imagem, a lembrança que me acompanha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Em meio à toda eterna exuberância e vaidade de uma fortaleza, seu sorriso infantil e sonhador brilhando mais que todo detalhe de seu traje marcante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Este sorriso (raro e talvez ilusório) é o que me marca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E um som com notas musicais universais, ondas infinitamente reconhecidas, ecoam por todo espaço existente....servindo de trilha sonora para minhas lembranças de um querido desconhecido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando a mente estiver menos turbulenta e o coração sentindo menos, escrevo melhor a respeito do triste fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://colunas.g1.com.br/paulocoelho/2009/06/26/se-eu-pudesse-ser-deus-2/#comments"&gt;“Deus sempre está certo. Mas se eu pudesse ser Deus, eu saberia entender o que está acontecendo”. (Paulo Coelho)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-7355895689686508455?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/7355895689686508455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=7355895689686508455&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7355895689686508455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7355895689686508455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SkW7jlxwq1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/1160e-QX_IE/s72-c/OgAAAP5_hw74BUjSkmtYwj0-2Y0rm-wWIwRISCoBHlaFVyY7af2lyIOCZcknM1V6TXH9FYGdn47ibtxU5ncbcY_ceRUAm1T1UNxWqpn0QoOZ1GqrrHXrq8bp-b7D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-406927926744475363</id><published>2009-06-25T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:14:57.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacidade</title><content type='html'>Há 19 anos essa palavra não faz parte do meu vocabulário particular familiar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou seria Respeito? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-406927926744475363?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/406927926744475363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=406927926744475363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/406927926744475363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/406927926744475363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/06/privacidade.html' title='Privacidade'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-5694306381230512402</id><published>2009-06-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:58:27.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SkKhBI1wmJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Uh-FFkL6wEg/s1600-h/devaneio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SkKhBI1wmJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Uh-FFkL6wEg/s400/devaneio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351016348194478226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O inexplicável e inimaginavelmente inesperado é levemente sedutor e me arranca sorrisos super brilhantes.    *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Aprendo aos poucos isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-5694306381230512402?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/5694306381230512402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=5694306381230512402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5694306381230512402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5694306381230512402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/06/ele.html' title='ele'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SkKhBI1wmJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Uh-FFkL6wEg/s72-c/devaneio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-6185634359449758281</id><published>2009-06-20T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:57:44.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oferta(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj3WWFMUywI/AAAAAAAAAWI/k594V4apMr4/s1600-h/baloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj3WWFMUywI/AAAAAAAAAWI/k594V4apMr4/s400/baloon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349667607225355010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas as contradições&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mil sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e um pequeno coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Certeza que quer metade dele?&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/3184919461464287693-6185634359449758281?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/6185634359449758281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=6185634359449758281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6185634359449758281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6185634359449758281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/06/todas-as-contradicoes-mil-sentimentos-e.html' title='Oferta(?)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj3WWFMUywI/AAAAAAAAAWI/k594V4apMr4/s72-c/baloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-3147128449272300652</id><published>2009-06-20T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:53:25.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O MEU varal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj2b_g8uI5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uO4YCl_Zp8A/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj2b_g8uI5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uO4YCl_Zp8A/s400/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349603447864697746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj2aRcVKMCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2J-wmLQ5nek/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj2aRcVKMCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2J-wmLQ5nek/s400/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349601556839411746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Será que um dia dará certo...?&lt;div&gt;Ou será que eternamente perderei as peças da minha história, antes de realizá-las, só de colocar no varal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maldita hora em que achei que expôr felicidade fosse legal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O problema é que a empolgação quando surge, transborda e acaba se expondo. E sem ao menos concluir, a certeza voa do varal e o sonho permanece no travesseiro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-3147128449272300652?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/3147128449272300652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=3147128449272300652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3147128449272300652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3147128449272300652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sera-que-um-dia-dara-certo.html' title='O MEU varal'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sj2b_g8uI5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uO4YCl_Zp8A/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-4298446486315770514</id><published>2009-06-10T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:45:52.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia ilusoriamente atípico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SjCHrOse_DI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Z4GgiJVwR98/s1600-h/IMG_8203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SjCHrOse_DI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Z4GgiJVwR98/s400/IMG_8203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345921934437579826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Um dia como outro qualquer, e a menina....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NÃO! Parou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não era um dia como outro qualquer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia estava cinza. O clima estava indeciso. A menina estava sonhadora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que ela não seja sempre, mas nesse dia a inspiração estava mais latente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus sonhos somados à uma trilha sonora leve e suavemente encantadora criavam ali em seu quarto uma atmosfera diferente. Um mundo dela, só dela...um mundo dentro de outro mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um mundo onde habitavam sonhos, desejos, canções, lembranças e até fantasmas, mas estes ficavam do lado de fora, não entravam, tentavam assombrar, mas ela criou uma barreira, invisível parede protetora em torno desse seu universo particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, não sei ao certo se ela quem criou, ou se criaram e ela entrou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;30/05/09  - 22:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-4298446486315770514?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/4298446486315770514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=4298446486315770514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/4298446486315770514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/4298446486315770514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-dia-ilusoriamente-atipico.html' title='Um dia ilusoriamente atípico'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SjCHrOse_DI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Z4GgiJVwR98/s72-c/IMG_8203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-3237114778374466818</id><published>2009-06-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:56:59.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos vividos em desfoque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SicqeBZFjRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EVhHaM6WGr0/s1600-h/luzes+da+cidade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SicqeBZFjRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EVhHaM6WGr0/s400/luzes+da+cidade.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343286178156481810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ontem, as luzes iluminavam meu caminho.&lt;div&gt;Hoje, por um surto de brilho, ofuscam meus olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;31/05/09  -  04:00 a.m.&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/3184919461464287693-3237114778374466818?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/3237114778374466818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=3237114778374466818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3237114778374466818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3237114778374466818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonhos-vividos-em-desfoque.html' title='Sonhos vividos em desfoque.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SicqeBZFjRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EVhHaM6WGr0/s72-c/luzes+da+cidade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-9005897689508149864</id><published>2009-06-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:27:18.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiYE4SR9HKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JbPrQ9puO34/s1600-h/IMG_8036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiYE4SR9HKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JbPrQ9puO34/s400/IMG_8036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963372948004002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Frio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;A chuva cai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;As luzes da cidade diminuem com o cair da madrugada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Nostalgia presa do lado de dentro do vidro da janela embaçado com o quente ar da respiração em meio a suspiros saudosos...&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/3184919461464287693-9005897689508149864?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/9005897689508149864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=9005897689508149864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/9005897689508149864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/9005897689508149864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/06/frio.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiYE4SR9HKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JbPrQ9puO34/s72-c/IMG_8036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-6436429316417742448</id><published>2009-05-30T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:01:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiIGa5rXIqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Nb8PxsXJQEM/s1600-h/IMG_7583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiIGa5rXIqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Nb8PxsXJQEM/s400/IMG_7583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341839167243887266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um doce frio no coração e um sorriso solto.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[musga: O Rato]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-6436429316417742448?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/6436429316417742448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=6436429316417742448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6436429316417742448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6436429316417742448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-doce-frio-no-coracao-e-um-sorriso.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiIGa5rXIqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Nb8PxsXJQEM/s72-c/IMG_7583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-749596765186952035</id><published>2009-05-29T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:32:57.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiCMTVB_30I/AAAAAAAAAUI/L5m5KAmiTzA/s1600-h/Fotos+arquitetura_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiCMTVB_30I/AAAAAAAAAUI/L5m5KAmiTzA/s400/Fotos+arquitetura_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341423421752336194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;"Tinha poucos amigos, porque padecia dessa espécie de anti-sociabilidade que resulta da demasiada tolerância e compreensão. Os seus gostos não-exclusivos, disparatados, baniam-no dos grupos que se constituiam a partir de desgostos comuns. Se ele desconfiava da anatomia odiosa das multidões, era sobretudo a sua curiosidade e paixão desprezadoras de todas as fronteiras e clãs que faziam dele um apátrida no seu próprio país." (Page, 2005, p.13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-749596765186952035?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/749596765186952035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=749596765186952035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/749596765186952035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/749596765186952035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/05/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiCMTVB_30I/AAAAAAAAAUI/L5m5KAmiTzA/s72-c/Fotos+arquitetura_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-4268960374788162681</id><published>2009-05-29T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:09:47.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Errei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Errei em confiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. . . em confiar em alguém.. que diz ser um amigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. . . em acreditar que amigo é alguém em quem se pode confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sh-Ysxs-IdI/AAAAAAAAATY/eWawM25Lw0M/s400/02.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341155578108322258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Agora só resta lembrar do que poderia ter sido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do que poderia ter acontecido, ou talvez não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lembrar do tempo em que a transparência da sinceridade fazia o brilho da alma ofuscar a capacidade dos meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-4268960374788162681?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/4268960374788162681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=4268960374788162681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/4268960374788162681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/4268960374788162681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/05/errata.html' title='Errata'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/Sh-Ysxs-IdI/AAAAAAAAATY/eWawM25Lw0M/s72-c/02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-2457450700826200113</id><published>2009-05-08T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:46:42.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiCJE_SusgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9n_DaTH-KKM/s1600-h/IMG_7189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiCJE_SusgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9n_DaTH-KKM/s400/IMG_7189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341419876863881730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;A saudade pode gerar sentimento de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ang%C3%BAstia" title="Angústia" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nostalgia" title="Nostalgia" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tristeza" title="Tristeza" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;, e quando "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;matamos a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;" geralmente sentimos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alegria" title="Alegria" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; [Wikipédia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;A noite guarda em si um misto de sentimentos, de sensações. Desperta ou acentua em seus insones os mais diversos sentidos, as mais diversas reações...e lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Amores correspondidos, ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Paixões bem  sucedidas ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Sonhos concretizados e decepções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;tudo vem à tona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;...variadas variantes variáveis de uma mesma (sensação de) angústia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Angústia triste(?), somada com melancolia, que sufoca, aperta, dói e falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Falta o assunto, o motivo, o culpado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Falta o saudoso, já que a saudade não se ausenta...nem fácil, nem dificilmente, simplesmente NÃO se ausenta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;PS: É a sétima palavra mais difícil de traduzir.  =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-2457450700826200113?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/2457450700826200113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=2457450700826200113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2457450700826200113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2457450700826200113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudade-pode-gerar-sentimento-de.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SiCJE_SusgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9n_DaTH-KKM/s72-c/IMG_7189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-7375395308847815831</id><published>2008-12-10T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:04:21.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhes tolos por uma mente confusa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/ST_L_JGe2hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/K44YMpjTUIQ/s1600-h/100_7055udgbfv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278161573936814610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/ST_L_JGe2hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/K44YMpjTUIQ/s400/100_7055udgbfv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de uma taça e meia de um desconhecido e um tanto forte vinho tinto seco, ela percebeu que aquela situação banal e patética estava realmente insustentável. A todo instante mínimo que passava ao lado dele, sentia detalhadamente seu cheiro. Não que ele estivesse com muito perfume, mas ao seu lado, estranhamente conseguia perceber um cheiro que era exclusivamente característico dele, e ao qual fazia uma patética questão de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de esforçar-se, ou talvez se iludir em esquecê-lo e fingir ser indiferente, se portava como uma imbecíl ao seu lado; e sabendo que até deixava transparecer seus sentimentos, tentava disfarçar e piorava.&lt;br /&gt;Uma troca de olhares avassaladora e pronto! Tudo estava de vez perdido. Se o interesse não fosse recíproco haveriam, porventura, tais olhares esfuziantes e desejosos? Certamente não. Com olhares daquela intensidade, impossível a ausência de desejo de ambos os lados. Seu olhar sedutor lançado a ela não enganava nem aos mais desapercebidos. Por mais que disfarçasse, o interesse, o desejo era notório. E por mais notório que fosse, a dúvida ainda era um tormento em sua fértil mente feminina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo extremamente [e simplesmente] confuso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-7375395308847815831?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/7375395308847815831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=7375395308847815831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7375395308847815831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7375395308847815831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/12/detalhes-tolos-por-uma-mente-confusa.html' title='Detalhes tolos por uma mente confusa.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/ST_L_JGe2hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/K44YMpjTUIQ/s72-c/100_7055udgbfv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-1731740920604990553</id><published>2008-11-30T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:53:28.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orkut: "Do Mal" [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/STXYBwvFqiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2YEn4OQdojM/s1600-h/kut+kut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275360063308278306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/STXYBwvFqiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2YEn4OQdojM/s320/kut+kut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-1731740920604990553?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/1731740920604990553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=1731740920604990553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/1731740920604990553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/1731740920604990553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/11/orkut-do-mal.html' title='Orkut: &quot;Do Mal&quot; [2]'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/STXYBwvFqiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2YEn4OQdojM/s72-c/kut+kut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-5693064897826750018</id><published>2008-11-30T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:50:34.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orkut : "Do Mal"</title><content type='html'>Sorte de hoje: Seja indispensável para alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse Orkut se superou! Já está tentando assumir a postura de um psicólogo...com o poder de induzir uma pessoa à depressão, e nos piores e mais drásticos casos, ao suicídio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorte de hoje: Seja indispensável para alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é triste...muitas pessoas querem mesmo ser...mas não é fácil... =/&lt;br /&gt;A não ser pra minha mãe, por exemplo. Sei que pra ela eu sou indispensável, já é um consolo!  xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-5693064897826750018?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/5693064897826750018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=5693064897826750018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5693064897826750018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5693064897826750018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/11/orkut-do-mal_30.html' title='Orkut : &quot;Do Mal&quot;'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-7182977145120541631</id><published>2008-11-22T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:07:37.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irônica Triste Sina de Mananinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SSgt-hpeTzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A3JTtnL9CJ0/s1600-h/vergonha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513916044627762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SSgt-hpeTzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A3JTtnL9CJ0/s320/vergonha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuta que é macumba!&lt;br /&gt;Já não á a primeira vez, e ironicamente também não é a segunda, que a história se repete tal e qual como sempre foi! Dramática e cômica de tão freqüente (eloqüente). Entrar nessa barca furada seria interessante e engraçado posteriormente, mas já não empolga mais esperar esse ‘posteriormente’ se fazer presente. Resta-me divertir com histórias antigas e com a possibilidade de novas histórias. Rir dessa irônica e tristemente cômica sina (irônica e triste sina cômica).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-7182977145120541631?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/7182977145120541631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=7182977145120541631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7182977145120541631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7182977145120541631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/11/irnica-triste-sina-de-mananinha.html' title='Irônica Triste Sina de Mananinha'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SSgt-hpeTzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A3JTtnL9CJ0/s72-c/vergonha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-6858164227938652254</id><published>2008-11-11T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:40:39.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios Confusos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SRozYyFQc2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YER5P1yvHqw/s1600-h/100_6836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267579215016915810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SRozYyFQc2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YER5P1yvHqw/s320/100_6836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angústia.&lt;br /&gt;Indecisão, incerteza geral.&lt;br /&gt;Confusão, arrependimento surgindo, conflito gerado. Ou não, ...&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento por conseguir a mudança pela qual sempre se esperou.?!&lt;br /&gt;Incerteza. Desespero!&lt;br /&gt;Desespero, excesso de raciocínio...Medo! Do novo, do diferente, do estar certo ou errado, do ‘talvez’ que instala o caos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-6858164227938652254?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/6858164227938652254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=6858164227938652254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6858164227938652254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6858164227938652254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/11/devaneios-confusos.html' title='Devaneios Confusos'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SRozYyFQc2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YER5P1yvHqw/s72-c/100_6836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-3715903401051866807</id><published>2008-11-03T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:04:20.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SQ9zsBy0SLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I1UuXPm3d8U/s1600-h/novamente+-+luis+marques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SQ9zsBy0SLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I1UuXPm3d8U/s320/novamente+-+luis+marques.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553689652414642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "A Indiferença de alguém por vezes obriga a fazer um novo transplante na nossa vida..."   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luis Marques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dizer mais nada.... =S&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&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/3184919461464287693-3715903401051866807?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/3715903401051866807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=3715903401051866807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3715903401051866807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3715903401051866807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/11/novamente.html' title='Novamente'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SQ9zsBy0SLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I1UuXPm3d8U/s72-c/novamente+-+luis+marques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-6738571832733273496</id><published>2008-11-03T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:23:30.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O Novo Novamente !...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-6738571832733273496?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/6738571832733273496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=6738571832733273496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6738571832733273496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6738571832733273496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-novo-novamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-2927813020249911145</id><published>2008-07-28T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:54.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Velha História</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SI6gOAuNPWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ktOL_dGlJv0/s1600-h/171525321_b19ce79436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228292379996142946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SI6gOAuNPWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ktOL_dGlJv0/s320/171525321_b19ce79436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquela velha história de se sentir só no meio de uma multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Com milhares de pessoas ao redor, indo e vindo no famoso 'trem da vida', onde se conhece muitas pessoas todos os dias, perde-se algumas que se tornaram muito queridas e especiais, e mesmo assim, em mente e coração apenas uma pessoa faz sentido [e sua ausência, uma falta dolorosa e incomum].&lt;br /&gt;E nada faz sentido neste meu emaranhado particular de perguntas e respostas imbecís que tentam explicar o que se sucede.&lt;br /&gt;O sol brilha, mas o céu por traz dele parece escuro...&lt;br /&gt;E seu brilho não me traz a luz que preciso, apenas ofusca minha visibilidade em torno do problema.&lt;br /&gt;E o problema?! ...está notório na fusão (ou seria confusão?!) de sentimentos que dominam minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Se cada sentimento tivesse uma cor, minh'alma estaria mais manchada que o teto do meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração, [ahh, meu pobre coração]...mais bagunçado que o próprio quarto...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;;x&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/3184919461464287693-2927813020249911145?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/2927813020249911145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=2927813020249911145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2927813020249911145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/2927813020249911145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/07/aquela-velha-histria-de-se-sentir-s-no.html' title='Velha História'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SI6gOAuNPWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ktOL_dGlJv0/s72-c/171525321_b19ce79436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-46670569538020118</id><published>2008-07-22T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:26:11.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comportamento não-reforçado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/campinarte/Ro72gZMDPAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cC69V-xxvh8/estresse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/campinarte/Ro72gZMDPAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cC69V-xxvh8/estresse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reforçamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; é a base das relações interpessoais.&lt;br /&gt;Se falta-me o reforço, o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;comportamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; pode não ser o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;esperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3184919461464287693-46670569538020118?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/46670569538020118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=46670569538020118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/46670569538020118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/46670569538020118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-reforamento-base-das-relaes.html' title='Comportamento não-reforçado'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/campinarte/Ro72gZMDPAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cC69V-xxvh8/s72-c/estresse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-8889633966002442286</id><published>2008-07-12T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:54.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>falando de sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SIwGVwtgncI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oz5Du_UliTs/s1600-h/m%C3%B4zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227560238393105858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SIwGVwtgncI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oz5Du_UliTs/s320/m%C3%B4zim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[imagem : meu  Mô ♥]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As medidas de tempo que seguimos foram criadas pela sociedade para que fosse possível prever e assim controlar mais facilmente o comportamento humano.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a magia em viver está justamente na imprevisibilidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..................................................................&lt;/span&gt;no inesperado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..................................................................&lt;/span&gt;na surpresa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..................................................................&lt;/span&gt;na naturalidade com que as coisas acontecem, com que os sentimentos afloram...&lt;br /&gt;O ideal é deixar, sempre q possivel, que as situações [e os sentimentos...] aconteçam por si só, na hora que 'desejam' acontecer. Sem a interferência do 'tempo certo' que criamos, que nos assombra e atormenta [ou tenta] nossa consciencia, sempre que agimos com naturalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Se tratando de sentimento, não existe isso de "foi rápido demais" o "demorou demais".&lt;br /&gt;Para um sentimento não há de se esperar um tempo certo para acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Dê preferência á "foi do jeito que tinha de ser".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assuma quais são seus sentimentos. Agora mesmo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixe ser como é!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[Não interfira na naturalidade de seus atos!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Amo-te, meu branquelo!* ;]&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/3184919461464287693-8889633966002442286?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/8889633966002442286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=8889633966002442286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/8889633966002442286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/8889633966002442286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/07/falando-de-sentimento.html' title='falando de sentimento'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SIwGVwtgncI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oz5Du_UliTs/s72-c/m%C3%B4zim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-6909635671353631707</id><published>2008-07-07T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:22:21.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heartfeltmedicine.com/images/Lotus%20Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.heartfeltmedicine.com/images/Lotus%20Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Aprendi com alguém especial que o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; é um sentimento &lt;em&gt;universal&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;incondicional&lt;/em&gt;, e que deve-se amar a todos os seres, sem fronteiras, sem um tempo pré-estabelecido para iniciar e findar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ama e pronto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Independente de quem...Independente de quando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sem necessidade de conhecimento prévio, ou condição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AMA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:]~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-6909635671353631707?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/6909635671353631707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=6909635671353631707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6909635671353631707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/6909635671353631707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/07/aprendi-com-algum-especial-que-o-amor.html' title='Simples AMOR...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-8861894077641327268</id><published>2008-07-04T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:54.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O 'Novo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SHUXonvbTSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R0zkx0RmtJ4/s1600-h/coragem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221105329636068642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SHUXonvbTSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R0zkx0RmtJ4/s320/coragem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tudo que é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;causa uma certa estranheza... gera uma certa dose de curiosidade...e também de receio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;O novo possui um fascínio, uma sedução, e de tão mágico e misterioso traz consigo o medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que quando tomamos uma decisão errada, muitas vezes, podemos voltar atrás, ou talvez contornar, maquiar o erro...Então por quê ainda permitimos que o receio nos pare?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fácil? Ninguém disse que é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Inclusive, escrevo pra ver se consigo absorver e colocar mais em prática isso que creio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Enfim, pra quê nos deixar tomar pelas incertezas se podemos tentar todas as opções disponíveis [se necessário], até encontrarmos a certa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-8861894077641327268?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/8861894077641327268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=8861894077641327268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/8861894077641327268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/8861894077641327268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-novo.html' title='O &apos;Novo&apos;'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SHUXonvbTSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R0zkx0RmtJ4/s72-c/coragem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-3417741457611311020</id><published>2008-06-25T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:00:59.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'Força'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SGMCZ1GfuNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dR7grVwuft4/s1600-h/ATgAAABBwsZWaNigrnN7fsS4XzxIwCJ_JRxobbk4_lxyjh57Hg3_hXw08xOEI5-mO2_1JZSJEJb5-0cFYnG_lBjRy5aVAJtU9VDNgT7GHvQVjmg2dsBGIyNjKYFHdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216015436199475410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SGMCZ1GfuNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dR7grVwuft4/s320/ATgAAABBwsZWaNigrnN7fsS4XzxIwCJ_JRxobbk4_lxyjh57Hg3_hXw08xOEI5-mO2_1JZSJEJb5-0cFYnG_lBjRy5aVAJtU9VDNgT7GHvQVjmg2dsBGIyNjKYFHdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há uma força superiormente interessante que interfere direta ou indiretamente nas mais diversas [e muitas vezes, complicadas] situações da vida. À essa força são dadas várias denominações. A Igreja, por exemplo, refere-se à ela pelo nome de "Deus", a ciência (mais especificamente, a Física Quântica) deu-lhe o nome de "Lei da Atração". E eu, beeem particularmente, não a defino por nome algum [não consigo!], mas sou constantemente 'afetada' por suas demonstrações de força e imensidão. Enfim, ultimamente estou tendo um contato maior e mais intenso com essa 'força', e ela está me deixando mais confiante em suas 'interferências'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fez um verdadeiro "AwÊ" na minha vida...Tranformação Geral...Colocou tudo de 'pernas pro ar'...deixou tudo do avesso, mas agora percebo que em tudo que ela faz há um sentido, um intuito imerso em meio aos escombros. Cada vez que ela me orienta a encontrar a peça certa do quebra-cabeça do destino, a cada vez que ela pinta o céu de azul e tira de lá as nuvens escuras que cobriam minha mente e atrapalhavam minha serenidade, turvavam minha visão; a cada momento desses essa força me lembra [muitas vezes 'joga na minha cara'] a necessidade de se acreditar que as coisas são possíveis, que tudo se ajeita, que tudo tem um sentido e que se deve confiar nessa força e permanecermos calmos, serenos. Sem desespero! Ela sabe o que faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faça sua parte, mas também pode confiar as situações à ela, que ela saberá qual o melhor a se fazer, qual a melhor forma de te guiar e te orientar. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe que essa 'força' seja teu guia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e tudo, mais cedo ou mais tarde começará a acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assim como um quebra-cabeça, mais cedo ou mais tarde, a imagem se formará e tudo será compreendido! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinte-a de &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e chame-a para encher de cores alegres o teu destino...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216014752348175570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SGMByBjo_NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NceGPtj9gIo/s320/ATgAAACUUdPivdHF1ydah0_SEFNGSDfV10FWExVrMjcbfE3UTEKnt58YUyxSmYU-2qtwLyX4gCdtQHyQQPDPX7oT9FENAJtU9VBqPv4-7iN67n2g7TIBjOwjQmZJ0w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permita-se!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;••&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*mari&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/3184919461464287693-3417741457611311020?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/3417741457611311020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=3417741457611311020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3417741457611311020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/3417741457611311020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/fora.html' title='A &apos;Força&apos;...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SGMCZ1GfuNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dR7grVwuft4/s72-c/ATgAAABBwsZWaNigrnN7fsS4XzxIwCJ_JRxobbk4_lxyjh57Hg3_hXw08xOEI5-mO2_1JZSJEJb5-0cFYnG_lBjRy5aVAJtU9VDNgT7GHvQVjmg2dsBGIyNjKYFHdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-5942609312663475972</id><published>2008-06-21T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:55.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SF6EIew8C1I/AAAAAAAAADw/i48AZdBmIHM/s1600-h/Tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214750699773758290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SF6EIew8C1I/AAAAAAAAADw/i48AZdBmIHM/s320/Tu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sinto que sei que sou um tanto BEM M A I O R ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt; ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Refletindo a respeito...&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/3184919461464287693-5942609312663475972?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/5942609312663475972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=5942609312663475972&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5942609312663475972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5942609312663475972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/simples-assim.html' title='Simples assim...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SF6EIew8C1I/AAAAAAAAADw/i48AZdBmIHM/s72-c/Tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-5168346222277666229</id><published>2008-06-17T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:55.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...e amanheça brilhando mais forte..." =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O dia hoje amanheceu mais iluminado...[ou como diria o *poeta...amanheceu brilhando mais forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ainda inebriada pelo encontro com o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baleiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no domingo, rememorei aquele momento hoje ao verificar meus emails e visualizar o email com as fotos que a moça teve a imensa gentileza de tirar e me enviar. E aí estão as fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213368273943760898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFma0tO1kAI/AAAAAAAAADY/73Sm7QHCH5I/s320/com+Zez%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zeca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213396129787896818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFm0KIVnY_I/AAAAAAAAADo/Q8P9Mv_A0Uw/s320/Tuco+MArcondes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                     Tuco Marcondes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mais um momento daqueles que vão para a lista dos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;inesquecíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imcomparáveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Agradecimento à &lt;em&gt;Samara Izaína&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Além disso, outro motivo fez o dia hoje brilhar mais forte. Hoje é níver do meu Dd [João Marcelo]... meu irmãozinho querido...meu palhacinho amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...Teve uma pequena comemoração [bolo e balões], afinal, para uma criança só é aniversário se houver bolo e balões!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;....E quem lembrou do aniversário foi "presenteado" com a modesta festinha. Como por exemplo: Padrinho Joaquim e Madrinha Cida, Altamiro, Edirane e Thaís.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Foi simples...mas vejo no sorriso do meu Dd a magnitude e a importância dessa 'simplicidade', e isso me basta!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fitando-o agora, serelepe que só, correndo e bagunçando pela casa com seus balões, recordo-me de quanto tempo se passou desde o seu nascimento em minha vida [a adoção]...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7 anos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;se passaram, e cada dia que passa, a filosofia do Falcão[ORappa] se faz mais presente e faz mais sentido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Familia: É quem você escolhe pra viver. É quem você escolhe pra você. Não precisa ter conta sanguínea, é preciso ter sempre um pouco mais de sintonia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É como eu sempre digo, é meu irmão de alma. O que nos liga pode não ser laços consanguíneos mas, mais importante que estes, são laços espirituais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;João Marcelo, meu Dd ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Contagem Regressiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahh...e por fim, não podia esquecer de outro fato que fez meu dia mais 'brilhante': Faltam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12 dias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;para o tão aguardado e aclamado[ao menos por mim...] show do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro Mágico em Goiânia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no Teatro Rio Vermelho! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Finalmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahh...e o site tá de cara nova. É o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2º Ato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chegando. Lindíssimo!!! Mágico seria a palavra ideal para descrevê-lo, assim como antes, mas cada vez mais intenso. O 2º Ato tá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10R$&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;na lojinha do site, e as músicas já disponíveis pra baixar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213394936981870866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFmzEsyf2RI/AAAAAAAAADg/SnfHbrwU6qQ/s320/2%C2%BA+ato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Já deixei minhas marcas, e estou muito contente com a notícia que li por lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Participação do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no 2º Ato: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xanéu nº5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Precisa nem dizer se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMEI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;neh[?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É a arte independente se manifestando e conquistando um espaço cada vez maior no nosso cenário musical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eis o site:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.oteatromagico.mus.br/"&gt;http://www.oteatromagico.mus.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Acessem e divulguem o TM! ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espalhem essa magia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥ Poesia --- Teatro --- Música --- Circo = Teatro Mágico! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bjim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-5168346222277666229?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/5168346222277666229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=5168346222277666229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5168346222277666229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5168346222277666229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-amanhea-brilhando-mais-forte.html' title='&quot;...e amanheça brilhando mais forte...&quot; =]'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFma0tO1kAI/AAAAAAAAADY/73Sm7QHCH5I/s72-c/com+Zez%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-5829076077860396461</id><published>2008-06-16T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:57:00.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universalização Musical</title><content type='html'>Momento Legal:  Programa da Hebe [16/06/08]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hebe comenta que adora a música &lt;em&gt;Lenha &lt;/em&gt;por &lt;em&gt;Rionegro &amp;amp; Solimões&lt;/em&gt;, e eles citam &lt;strong&gt;em vários momentos&lt;/strong&gt; que a música não é deles...que essa belíssima composição é do &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Admirável por demais, na minha humilde opinião, essa singela [porém, significativa] atitude deles. É mais uma dupla que comprova o que eu sempre digo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A música não tem fronteiras...nem estilos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela é universal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa "fusão" de estilos musicais já é comum no repertório dessa dupla [Capital Inicial, Paulo Ricardo, Paralamas do Sucesso, além do Zeca]. Eles demonstram assim que acreditam nessa espécie de "universalização musical" e isso me faz admirá-los cada  vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, independente das diferenças de estilos e ritmos, talentos merecem ser reconhecidos. E essa mistura só acrescenta experiências e energias ótimas pra todos os envolvidos com a música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva a Universalização Musical [!!!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E utilizando as palavras de Fernando Anitelli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tem hora que a gente se pergunta: Por que é que não se junta tudo numa coisa só?" ♪♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bjim =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-5829076077860396461?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/5829076077860396461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=5829076077860396461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5829076077860396461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5829076077860396461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/universalizao-musical.html' title='Universalização Musical'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-7631461525538700186</id><published>2008-06-13T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:56.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[DES]EMPREGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFlqJiHCZpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n5owE9cp9W4/s1600-h/entrevista-de-emprego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213314755665749650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFlqJiHCZpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n5owE9cp9W4/s320/entrevista-de-emprego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje acordei apressada com uma ligação do meu pai:&lt;br /&gt;- Mariana, se arruma que eu vou te levar ali numa empresa pra deixar seu currículo. Uma conhecida minha disse que tah contratando.&lt;br /&gt;Me arrumei e fui...&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltei pra casa...conferindo meus recados, percebo um q me agrada bastante...&lt;br /&gt;Outra proposta de emprego [prosposta de entrevista...=/]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Espero q dessa vez dê certo neh...&lt;/span&gt;pq praticamente Goiânia inteira me deve uma ligação...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, definitivamente, o q mais me irritou foi reaparar o quanto o famoso QI [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quem Indica&lt;/span&gt;] tah cada vez mais presente nessas contratações!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aff...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Então, mas mudando de assunto...Algo muito mais agradável rolou hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Garanti minha presença no show do grande &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Papai querido me levou pra comprar o ingresso...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Obrigaduu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agora é só aguardar domingo!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bjim.&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/3184919461464287693-7631461525538700186?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/7631461525538700186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=7631461525538700186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7631461525538700186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7631461525538700186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/desemprego.html' title='[DES]EMPREGO'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFlqJiHCZpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n5owE9cp9W4/s72-c/entrevista-de-emprego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-8097323759268690739</id><published>2008-06-13T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:56.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFQ2XAw406I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xAOBAge9NvQ/s1600-h/io.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211850437744448418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFQ2XAw406I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xAOBAge9NvQ/s320/io.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um dia como qualquer outro. Correto? + ou - !&lt;br /&gt;Correto, desde que você não tenha contato com casais, nem com TV, nem rádio, internet, nem nada que propague a comemoração dessa 'data tão linda'. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;¬¬'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ideal para evitar uma possível [e persistente...] 'deprêzinha' básica é simplesmente ser abduzido e levado para um planeta em que não haja esse dia...risos*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[Meldels*...quanta mágoa no coração... [=P]&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a data é muito mais comercial do que sentimental...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra fechar com chave de ouro esse dia tão romântico [e definitivamente, para NÃO evitar a 'deprê'], nada melhor (ou pior?!) do que assistir &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Segundas Intenções"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no Intercine...*risos*&lt;br /&gt;E, assim... prestando atenção APENAS na belíssima atuação da Reese Winterspoon [ou será na belíssima criatura que faz par com ela?! ...*risos*]. Ok... prestando atenção não só nisso, mas também naquele romance da trama. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em meio à tanta 'baboseira' romântica...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Anééém...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um amor de filme.&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo. Eu quero um amor igual aos de filme. Com uma história ocorrendo daquele jeito [&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mágico, lindo, fascinante&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;... , &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ilusório, platônico, utópico, ideológico?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;=/ &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Mas como disse [eu sei... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;¬¬'&lt;/span&gt; ] é de filme...&lt;br /&gt;Só acontece na ficção mesmo... ... ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;¬¬'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O jeito é ir dormir...e, antes disso, narrar o dia de hoje na minha agenda (diário?!).&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ohh....ja tá igual o Sebastian*...É a vida real repetindo a ficção...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bjim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&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/3184919461464287693-8097323759268690739?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/8097323759268690739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=8097323759268690739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/8097323759268690739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/8097323759268690739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-dia-como-qualquer-outro.html' title='Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SFQ2XAw406I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xAOBAge9NvQ/s72-c/io.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-7138768663742093544</id><published>2008-06-07T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:56.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dito e feito... A gente sente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SErlF_sTtcI/AAAAAAAAACw/MyxhzhfCqcU/s1600-h/Preciso+de+um+band-aid+pro+meO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209227810166781378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SErlF_sTtcI/AAAAAAAAACw/MyxhzhfCqcU/s320/Preciso+de+um+band-aid+pro+meO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Maltratar não é direito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Composição: Arlindo Cruz / Franco&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Moço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maltratar não é direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Essa mágoa no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você sabe de onde vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Isso é desamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E não tem jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um amor quando desfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sempre faz alguém chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu chorei saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tá doendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E lá vem você querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Outra vez me maltratar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um amor só é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando é prá dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eterno é antes e depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agora não vou mais me enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não quero mais sofrer, não dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se o teu desejo era me ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se deu vontade de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se tô feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Até posso dizer que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O teu reinado acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chegou ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não nasci prá você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nem você prá mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♫♪[&lt;strong&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/strong&gt;]♪♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3184919461464287693-7138768663742093544?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/7138768663742093544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=7138768663742093544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7138768663742093544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/7138768663742093544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/dito-e-feito-gente-sente.html' title='Dito e feito... A gente sente...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SErlF_sTtcI/AAAAAAAAACw/MyxhzhfCqcU/s72-c/Preciso+de+um+band-aid+pro+meO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-5962123204747742056</id><published>2008-06-02T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:57.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♪♪♪"Os Opostos se Distraem...Os Dispostos se atraem..."♪♪♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SEX6z9p8ZBI/AAAAAAAAACY/f7CAFqCh-1U/s1600-h/esperando+alguem+especial+para+amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844314754606098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SEX6z9p8ZBI/AAAAAAAAACY/f7CAFqCh-1U/s320/esperando+alguem+especial+para+amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muitas vezes as pessoas tem gostos e preferências muito parecidas, porém personalidades completamente distintas. E para que isso não se torne um empecilho num relacionamento é necessário que haja completa disposição, vontade de que a relação dê certo, respeito pelas diferenças entre si e lealdade &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[digo LEALDADE, não necessáriamente fidelidade...e acredite, são duas coisas diferentes]&lt;/span&gt;, que demonstra o respeito pelo outro, principalmente quando se ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas digo &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; me referindo ao verdadeiro amor, não esse amor que 'tah na moda'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Falo do Amor 'primeiro', puro, leal, verdadeiro, livre...e não desse amor banal, vulgarizado, falado por falar, que andam usando por ae sem pensar, sem mais nem menos, sem realmente sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esse é outro fator que me aborrece...essa vulgarização do verbo amar, de certa forma, me ofende. Escutar um "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu Te Amo&lt;/span&gt;" que certamente é da boca pra fora, sem o verdadeiro sentimento &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[quando eu gostaria que fosse o tal verdadeiro]&lt;/span&gt; me deixa profundamente decepcionada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É triste tentar explicar a diferença entre esses dois 'tipos' de amar, e não ser compreendida, muitas vezes até ignorada. Parece que as pessoas estão imersas em sua própria ilusão [criada] d preferem assim estar e assim continuar, sem que alguém abra seus olhos, sem querer enxergar a própria realidade mascarada pela ilusão que eles mesmos criaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto isso... continuo esperando o dia em que encontrarei alguém que compreenda ou ao menos queira compreender tudo isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto isso... sigo... esperando o dia em que encontrarei alguém que pelo menos seja sincero e leal comigo &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[por mais ruim q seja talvez a sinceridade, prefiro]&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho que não é pedir muito...Creio ser simples... ou pelo menos não ser tão difícil assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o mínimo quem peço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o mínimo que espero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o mínimo necessário para que eu confiar e 'abrir meu &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;' para alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~"Querido...Gosto muito de ti!"~~~ ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~"Mas não te sinto... ...sentindo o mesmo que eu..."~~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;='/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[mari]&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/3184919461464287693-5962123204747742056?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/5962123204747742056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=5962123204747742056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5962123204747742056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5962123204747742056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/os-opostos-se-distraemos-dispostos-se.html' title='♪♪♪&quot;Os Opostos se Distraem...Os Dispostos se atraem...&quot;♪♪♪'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SEX6z9p8ZBI/AAAAAAAAACY/f7CAFqCh-1U/s72-c/esperando+alguem+especial+para+amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184919461464287693.post-5193830840521110731</id><published>2008-06-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:48:57.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ ♪ "O dia mente a cor da noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SENrf7kX6hI/AAAAAAAAACI/pZJwXD1wLY8/s1600-h/A049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207123790480796178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SENrf7kX6hI/AAAAAAAAACI/pZJwXD1wLY8/s320/A049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...e o diamante, a cor dos olhos...os olhos mentem, dia e noite, a dor da gente..." ♫ ♪ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Fernando Anitelli]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não era bem assim q gostaria de começar por aqui mas...&lt;br /&gt;...as circunstâncias me fazem escrever o q estou sentindo agora...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em escrever muitas coisas sobre assuntos sérios [seríssimos, até...] q vivenciei nesse fds...mas não consegui escrever claramente sobre tudo...e simplesmente cheguei a certas conclusões acerca do ser humano:&lt;br /&gt;• conclusão de que não se deve duvidar nunca [exatamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUNCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;] da capacidade do ser humano de tomar certas atitudes das mais simples às mais devastadoras...seja para o bem ou para o mal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[mesmo sabendo das consequências]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;• não seja ingênuo acreditando conhecer realmente alguém...por mais convívio q tenha, mesmo q tenha vivido junto com uma pessoa durante grande parte da sua vida, esteja sempre consciente de q a qualquer momento tal pessoa pode despertar um lado ou uma personalidade ainda completamente desconhecida por vc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[mistérios da psique humana...rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~ então....talvez isso q disse seja muito óbvio...ou talvez muito bobo...mas é um mero desabafo acerca do q está ocupando grande parte dos meus pensamentos depois dos inesperados acontecimentos do meu tumultuado fim de semana... ;] ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas felizmente tem sempre o lado positivo em tudo neh... =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há pessoas q felizmente aparecem em nossa vida, nos momentos certos, talvez nos mais difíceis e delicados em q mais precisamos de alguém como apoio e amizade...e faz de um dia com 'clima ruim', ou até normal, ficar divertido e alegre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[Foi muito bom te conhecer 'alem-msn'...mesmo q num momento um tanto delicado...q vc conseguiu reverter em alegria...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigado *Cáh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"...que o teu afeto me afetou é fato..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; ♫ ♪&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\o/&lt;/strong&gt; viva a grande invenção da internet ! ! ! [rs] &lt;strong&gt;\o/&lt;/strong&gt; =&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[E apesar de todos os pesares... Viva a Lei Maria da Penha também neh...] =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&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/3184919461464287693-5193830840521110731?l=devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/feeds/5193830840521110731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3184919461464287693&amp;postID=5193830840521110731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5193830840521110731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3184919461464287693/posts/default/5193830840521110731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdamary.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-dia-mente-cor-da-noite-e-o-diamante.html' title='♫ ♪ &quot;O dia mente a cor da noite...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929912738198323440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/TK-GR-H8FSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iDp0fTfar7Q/S220/_MG_3016+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gBJopQoNWQ/SENrf7kX6hI/AAAAAAAAACI/pZJwXD1wLY8/s72-c/A049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
