<?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-4413349768035915687</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:57:39.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"8 e 80 por ruas estreitas do pensamento..."</title><subtitle type='html'>Sentimentos, devaneios, desabafos, sorrisos, lágrimas e todas as formas de ser gente.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2556463264724146989</id><published>2012-02-08T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:13:27.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93PnHL6MIjw/TzNHs0x8lQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uSc3DwD0igg/s1600/rain-081b4df18b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93PnHL6MIjw/TzNHs0x8lQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uSc3DwD0igg/s200/rain-081b4df18b_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706983988216501506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;생일 축하합니다, 생일 축하합니다, 사랑하는, 비비 언니, 생일 축하합니다! ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;비 오빠은 당신이 축하주고 싶어!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑해요!&lt;br /&gt;키스!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;타씨아 동생.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-2556463264724146989?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2556463264724146989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2556463264724146989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2556463264724146989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2556463264724146989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93PnHL6MIjw/TzNHs0x8lQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uSc3DwD0igg/s72-c/rain-081b4df18b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2049645016666667203</id><published>2011-12-31T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:51:01.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXY9i4Gw95A/Tv8FL0h4s2I/AAAAAAAAA00/lP2P-csTJVM/s1600/new-year-2011-2012-happy-new-year_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXY9i4Gw95A/Tv8FL0h4s2I/AAAAAAAAA00/lP2P-csTJVM/s200/new-year-2011-2012-happy-new-year_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692274154657067874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano Novo! Happy New Year! 해피뉴이어!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-2049645016666667203?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2049645016666667203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2049645016666667203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2049645016666667203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2049645016666667203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXY9i4Gw95A/Tv8FL0h4s2I/AAAAAAAAA00/lP2P-csTJVM/s72-c/new-year-2011-2012-happy-new-year_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-945973505943937366</id><published>2011-12-24T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:41:28.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXyoRHiPx-Q/TvW6WK_JaLI/AAAAAAAAA0o/O5BsZjVPIs8/s1600/24-12-11_0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXyoRHiPx-Q/TvW6WK_JaLI/AAAAAAAAA0o/O5BsZjVPIs8/s200/24-12-11_0934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689658594321590450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal! Merry Christmas! 메리 크리스마스!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-945973505943937366?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/945973505943937366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=945973505943937366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/945973505943937366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/945973505943937366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal-merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXyoRHiPx-Q/TvW6WK_JaLI/AAAAAAAAA0o/O5BsZjVPIs8/s72-c/24-12-11_0934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-6849011254668614796</id><published>2011-12-17T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:26:26.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZszcD5E6h8/TuzepghZEZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ooPtzJg9cnQ/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZszcD5E6h8/TuzepghZEZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ooPtzJg9cnQ/s200/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687165234148086162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tô me afastando de tudo que me atrasa, me engana, me segura e me retém. Tô me aproximando de tudo que me faz completo, me faz feliz e que me quer bem. Tô aproveitando tudo de bom que essa nossa vida tem. Tô me dedicando de verdade pra agradar um outro alguém. Tô trazendo pra perto de mim quem eu gosto e quem gosta de mim também. Ultimamente eu só tô querendo ver o 'bom' que todo mundo tem. Relaxa, respira, se irritar é bom pra quem? Supera, suporta, entenda: isento de problemas eu não conheço ninguém. Queira viver, viver melhor, viver sorrindo e até os cem. Tô feliz, tô despreocupado, com a vida eu tô de bem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caio F.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-6849011254668614796?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/6849011254668614796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=6849011254668614796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6849011254668614796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6849011254668614796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-me-afastando-de-tudo-que-me-atrasa.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZszcD5E6h8/TuzepghZEZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ooPtzJg9cnQ/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2551589931798428762</id><published>2011-10-24T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:13:37.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2zk3fbGWg4/TqV-ZEU73xI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HBpDZjoWCcM/s1600/08.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2zk3fbGWg4/TqV-ZEU73xI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HBpDZjoWCcM/s200/08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667074675239018258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Você sabe fazer joguinhos de amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;por Rosana Braga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Já conheceu gente que gosta, mas finge que não gosta? E que não gosta, mas finge que gosta? Que quer, mas não demonstra? Que está apaixonada, mas finge que não está nem aí? Já ouviu dizer que é melhor não demonstrar o que você sente? Se sim, talvez você mesmo já tenha feito joguinhos no amor, acreditando que esta é a melhor estratégia para conseguir o que deseja. Compreensível, especialmente se lembrarmos que existem muitos filmes, livros e pseudo-conselheiros insistindo na ideia de que o amor é algum tipo de brincadeira onde deve existir um vencedor, um mais forte, um mais inteligente. Suponho que se isso fosse verdade, então você estaria tentando conquistar um derrotado, mais fraco e menos inteligente que você. Tristes teorias. Servem apenas para endoidecer as pessoas, confundi-las, torná-las incoerentes, aflitas, ansiosas, perdidas e, sobretudo, infelizes. Amor não é jogo, não é brincadeira e nem abre espaço para um mais forte e outro mais fraco. Um mais esperto e outro mais tolo. Amor é privilégio, é oportunidade, é convite para amadurecimento, aprendizagem, para as caídas de fichas mais incríveis e imperdíveis que podemos viver. Amor é ingresso para uma dimensão onde somente a verdade e a transparência têm vez. Por isso, em vez de tentar aprender joguinhos e estratégias enlouquecedoras, que visam minar a segurança e autoestima do outro, invista na descoberta do seu próprio equilíbrio. Ou seja, nem demonstrar exageradamente, a ponto de assustar o outro, nem demonstrar de menos, a ponto de deixar o outro na dúvida sobre o que você quer realmente. Você gosta? Diga que gosta, e não que ama e nem que não gosta. Você quer, mas não sabe exatamente o que ainda? Diga exatamente isso, que ainda não sabe o que quer exatamente. Está apaixonado e querendo muito apostar num relacionamento? Diga isso e dê o direito de a pessoa também demonstrar o que quer. Não exija amor do outro. Amor não se pede. Mas seria muito bom se aprendêssemos a recebê-lo com as pompas que ele merece! Não tenho a menor dúvida de que coerência e autenticidade são as mais eficientes ferramentas numa relação. Evita surtos, desencontros, tristezas e aflições. Fortalece corações e favorece a evolução humana. Não garante reciprocidade, é verdade. Mas permite que você se sinta íntegro, honesto consigo mesmo, com o outro e, acima de tudo, se torne uma pessoa rara, inesquecível e digna de ser amada na hora certa, no lugar certo e pela pessoa certa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-2551589931798428762?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2551589931798428762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2551589931798428762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2551589931798428762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2551589931798428762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-sabe-fazer-joguinhos-de-amor-por.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2zk3fbGWg4/TqV-ZEU73xI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HBpDZjoWCcM/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2148670846804712888</id><published>2011-08-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:40:44.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qn-rv_d_D-8/TkVza-ObjgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/MJ3pLTDyQIM/s1600/07.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qn-rv_d_D-8/TkVza-ObjgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/MJ3pLTDyQIM/s200/07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640041015568731650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; " &gt;‎"Te desejo uma fé enorme. Em qualquer coisa, não importa o quê. Desejo esperanças novinhas em folha, todos os dias. Tomara que a gente não desista de ser quem é por nada nem ninguém deste mundo. Que a gente reconheça o poder do outro sem esquecer do nosso. Que as mentiras alheias não confundam as nossas verdades, mesmo que as mentiras e as verdades sejam impermanentes. Que friagem nenhuma seja capaz de encabular o nosso calor mais bonito. Que, mesmo quando estivermos doendo, não percamos de vista nem de sonho a ideia da alegria. Tomara que apesar dos apesares todos, a gente continue tendo valentia suficiente para não abrir mão de se sentir feliz. As coisas vão dar certo. Vai ter amor, vai ter fé, vai ter paz – se não tiver, a gente inventa." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;[&lt;b&gt;Caio F.&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-2148670846804712888?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2148670846804712888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2148670846804712888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2148670846804712888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2148670846804712888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/08/te-desejo-uma-fe-enorme.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qn-rv_d_D-8/TkVza-ObjgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/MJ3pLTDyQIM/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-983081994104721713</id><published>2011-07-04T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T06:13:19.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr_XnGtHRy4/ThG8ac4f4iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/z2cjXyDclkY/s1600/DSC01798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr_XnGtHRy4/ThG8ac4f4iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/z2cjXyDclkY/s200/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625484572178244130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"(...) e me dá uma saudade irracional de você. Uma vontade de chegar perto, de só chegar perto, te olhar sem dizer nada, talvez recitar livros, quem sabe só olhar estrelas... dizer que te considero - pode ser por mais um mês, por mais um ano, ou quem sabe por uma vida - e que hoje, só por hoje ou a partir de hoje (de ontem, de sempre, de nunca), é sincero."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Caio F.&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-983081994104721713?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/983081994104721713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=983081994104721713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/983081994104721713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/983081994104721713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr_XnGtHRy4/ThG8ac4f4iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/z2cjXyDclkY/s72-c/DSC01798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-7520363243334883772</id><published>2011-07-04T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T06:19:19.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSF2ye-E52o/ThG7D7x2wOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/cGyG2NleI6I/s1600/PQAAAI5Jv27yiJe2lpr5hOmh9d8b7A2vKIOVzhX9QaNNInhwVHeS7f22IAlLx_yFTZltZZHiWn-52SjoghajIYu7e88Am1T1UGMom2MaiX2PPkODQ8feoRqjGdk1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSF2ye-E52o/ThG7D7x2wOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/cGyG2NleI6I/s200/PQAAAI5Jv27yiJe2lpr5hOmh9d8b7A2vKIOVzhX9QaNNInhwVHeS7f22IAlLx_yFTZltZZHiWn-52SjoghajIYu7e88Am1T1UGMom2MaiX2PPkODQ8feoRqjGdk1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625483085823262946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Por isso é ela, meu vento é ela, eu perto dela, meu tempo é ela..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4413349768035915687-7520363243334883772?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/7520363243334883772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=7520363243334883772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7520363243334883772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7520363243334883772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-isso-e-ela-meu-vento-e-ela-eu-perto_04.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSF2ye-E52o/ThG7D7x2wOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/cGyG2NleI6I/s72-c/PQAAAI5Jv27yiJe2lpr5hOmh9d8b7A2vKIOVzhX9QaNNInhwVHeS7f22IAlLx_yFTZltZZHiWn-52SjoghajIYu7e88Am1T1UGMom2MaiX2PPkODQ8feoRqjGdk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2222125607466470194</id><published>2011-03-02T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:28:06.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTfv7S14b74/TW5qocfBQqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/S7Zc05OZfoI/s1600/DSC01467%255B4%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTfv7S14b74/TW5qocfBQqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/S7Zc05OZfoI/s200/DSC01467%255B4%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579514231432233634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The perfect kind, just what I like, exactly what I had in my mind, a dream..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-2222125607466470194?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2222125607466470194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2222125607466470194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2222125607466470194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2222125607466470194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfect-kind-just-what-i-like-exactly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTfv7S14b74/TW5qocfBQqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/S7Zc05OZfoI/s72-c/DSC01467%255B4%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-265878562945080997</id><published>2011-01-31T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:19:33.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TUcY9pgjRTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8fWOTKvIu3Q/s1600/oml12-00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TUcY9pgjRTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8fWOTKvIu3Q/s200/oml12-00147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568446911660377394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Só olhe nos meus olhos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Min Woo&lt;/b&gt;, Oh! My Lady 1x12]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-265878562945080997?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/265878562945080997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=265878562945080997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/265878562945080997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/265878562945080997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-olhe-nos-meus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TUcY9pgjRTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8fWOTKvIu3Q/s72-c/oml12-00147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-9112026878129678256</id><published>2010-12-31T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:08:54.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TR3HzN3no2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/fUjufJPSX9k/s1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TR3HzN3no2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/fUjufJPSX9k/s200/08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556817197955261282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;"É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-9112026878129678256?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/9112026878129678256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=9112026878129678256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/9112026878129678256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/9112026878129678256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-dentro-de-voce-que-o-ano-novo-cochila.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TR3HzN3no2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/fUjufJPSX9k/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-8103381437558125614</id><published>2010-12-20T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:06:31.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TQ_9hLTbOkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AhIjlpT4bWE/s1600/pk5-00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TQ_9hLTbOkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AhIjlpT4bWE/s200/pk5-00093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552935611982887490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Se você acha algo de que gosta, seu coração começará a bater forte."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Oh Ha Ni&lt;/b&gt;, Playful Kiss 1x05]&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/4413349768035915687-8103381437558125614?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/8103381437558125614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=8103381437558125614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8103381437558125614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8103381437558125614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-voce-acha-algo-de-que-gosta-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TQ_9hLTbOkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AhIjlpT4bWE/s72-c/pk5-00093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-1657588935148601640</id><published>2010-12-04T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T05:51:54.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TPpHSaIZO-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JWwYqv09SjY/s1600/stillmarry11-00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TPpHSaIZO-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JWwYqv09SjY/s200/stillmarry11-00290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546824272637934562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Por mais que eu ande e ande, existem montanhas que eu devo superar. Por mais que eu viva e viva, existem mais coisas sobrando para aprender. Mesmo que nós comamos três refeições ao dia, estaremos famintos na próxima, então, como podemos esperar fazer isso para sempre em uma única experiência? Toda vez que nós amamos, aprendemos, e quando a montanha aparecer, nós a venceremos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Lee Shin Young&lt;/b&gt;, The Woman Who Still Wants To Marry 1x11]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-1657588935148601640?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/1657588935148601640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=1657588935148601640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1657588935148601640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1657588935148601640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-mais-que-eu-ande-e-ande-existem.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TPpHSaIZO-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JWwYqv09SjY/s72-c/stillmarry11-00290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-5669279206486654501</id><published>2010-11-26T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T05:28:54.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TO-1iblfFdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6l1aAAKZvRM/s1600/112_250-cristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TO-1iblfFdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6l1aAAKZvRM/s200/112_250-cristo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543849269441533394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rio que mora no mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorrio pro meu Rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que tem no seu mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lindas flores que nascem morenas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em jardins de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rio, serras de veludo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorrio pro meu Rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que sorri de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que é dourado quase todo dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E alegre como a luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rio é mar, eterno se fazer amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O meu Rio é lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amiga branca e nua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É sol, é sal, é sul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São mãos se descobrindo em todo azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso é que meu Rio da mulher beleza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acaba  num instante com qualquer tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu Rio que não dorme porque não se cansa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu Rio que balança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou Rio, sorrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou Rio, sorrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou Rio, sorrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou Rio, sorrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou Rio, sorrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Rio&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Roberto Menescal e Ronaldo Bôscoli&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que o nosso Rio volte a sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-5669279206486654501?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5669279206486654501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=5669279206486654501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/5669279206486654501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/5669279206486654501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/rio-que-mora-no-mar-sorrio-pro-meu-rio.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TO-1iblfFdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6l1aAAKZvRM/s72-c/112_250-cristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-423929975242371900</id><published>2010-11-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:28:54.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOgTU2jJXPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cRZtmCCpME4/s1600/kkot25-291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOgTU2jJXPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cRZtmCCpME4/s200/kkot25-291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541700590440635634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Almost paradise, a-chimboda to nunbushin..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-423929975242371900?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/423929975242371900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=423929975242371900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/423929975242371900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/423929975242371900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-paradise-chimboda-to-nunbushin.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOgTU2jJXPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cRZtmCCpME4/s72-c/kkot25-291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-4922986177081872211</id><published>2010-11-18T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:33:46.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOVVW-fT2lI/AAAAAAAAAfI/eEDubSggGJ0/s1600/kkot23-171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOVVW-fT2lI/AAAAAAAAAfI/eEDubSggGJ0/s200/kkot23-171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540928769769069138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Eu gosto de você. Não importa o quanto eu tente não gostar de você, ou o quanto eu faço para te esquecer, meus esforços são em vão até chegar ao ponto de me zangar por isso."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Geum Jan Di&lt;/b&gt;, Boys Before Flowers 1x23]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-4922986177081872211?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/4922986177081872211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=4922986177081872211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4922986177081872211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4922986177081872211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-gosto-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOVVW-fT2lI/AAAAAAAAAfI/eEDubSggGJ0/s72-c/kkot23-171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-3136108080952922053</id><published>2010-11-15T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:53:37.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOHkCZksqxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xzGbJfqtgH0/s1600/kkot12-108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOHkCZksqxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xzGbJfqtgH0/s200/kkot12-108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539959746518100754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou a estrela e você é a lua."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Gu Jun Pyo&lt;/b&gt;, Boys Before Flowers 1x12] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-3136108080952922053?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/3136108080952922053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=3136108080952922053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/3136108080952922053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/3136108080952922053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-sou-estrela-e-voce-e-lua.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TOHkCZksqxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xzGbJfqtgH0/s72-c/kkot12-108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-4221741426064953217</id><published>2010-11-11T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T03:59:33.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNvalFN52SI/AAAAAAAAAeg/izI68PYw5Sk/s1600/kkot9-160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNvalFN52SI/AAAAAAAAAeg/izI68PYw5Sk/s200/kkot9-160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538260497372666146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Para fortalecer-se e para encontrar o que é verdadeiramente seu, estou dizendo que há muros que você deve passar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;So Yi Jung&lt;/b&gt;, Boys Before Flowers 1x09]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-4221741426064953217?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/4221741426064953217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=4221741426064953217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4221741426064953217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4221741426064953217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/para-fortalecer-se-e-para-encontrar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNvalFN52SI/AAAAAAAAAeg/izI68PYw5Sk/s72-c/kkot9-160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-9035444643168334855</id><published>2010-11-09T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:48:23.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNndvMjgR1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LraU-R6iAuM/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNndvMjgR1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LraU-R6iAuM/s200/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537701019722467154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"É melhor se arrepender por ter feito algo do que se arrepender por não ter feito nada."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Gu Jun Pyo&lt;/b&gt;, Boys Before Flowers 1x04]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-9035444643168334855?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/9035444643168334855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=9035444643168334855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/9035444643168334855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/9035444643168334855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-melhor-se-arrepender-por-ter-feito.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNndvMjgR1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LraU-R6iAuM/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-7170449751095547323</id><published>2010-11-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T08:44:33.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNGDVysbsdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xTcK1RCvs-U/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNGDVysbsdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xTcK1RCvs-U/s200/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535349827423678930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ter um dia de chuva ou de sol, não depende de nós. O tempo que passa, também não. Sabe o que depende de nós? Todo o resto."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Maíra Viana&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-7170449751095547323?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/7170449751095547323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=7170449751095547323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7170449751095547323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7170449751095547323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/ter-um-dia-de-chuva-ou-de-sol-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNGDVysbsdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xTcK1RCvs-U/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-1872448175494338883</id><published>2010-11-02T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:27:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNASDVJu8aI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XYcGFtX2f3g/s1600/tumblr_l8n6kjWYPd1qc46rzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNASDVJu8aI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XYcGFtX2f3g/s200/tumblr_l8n6kjWYPd1qc46rzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534943790465216930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Previsão do tempo da Park Gae In para amanhã: Não será uma vida onde todos os dias serão claros e suaves, mas mesmo que haja escuridão e não consiga ver nada, se este homem e eu estivermos juntos, sinto que poderei reunir coragem e continuar caminhando." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Previsão do tempo do Jeon Jin Ho para amanhã: Tudo o que fiz foi correr até agora sem descanso,  mas sempre fui um cara que andava em círculos. Contudo, depois que conheci esta mulher, aprendi que parando às vezes para refletir iria permitir que eu fosse mais longe." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-1872448175494338883?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/1872448175494338883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=1872448175494338883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1872448175494338883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1872448175494338883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/previsao-do-tempo-da-park-gae-in-para.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TNASDVJu8aI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XYcGFtX2f3g/s72-c/tumblr_l8n6kjWYPd1qc46rzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-6146314428515004672</id><published>2010-11-01T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:29:03.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TM8jAO4GfGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2BTsmnPKOGE/s1600/tumblr_lag2zuU20Y1qart5fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TM8jAO4GfGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2BTsmnPKOGE/s200/tumblr_lag2zuU20Y1qart5fo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534680953962003554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero me mudar para SanGoJae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-6146314428515004672?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/6146314428515004672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=6146314428515004672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6146314428515004672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6146314428515004672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/11/quero-me-mudar-para-sangojae.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TM8jAO4GfGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2BTsmnPKOGE/s72-c/tumblr_lag2zuU20Y1qart5fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-793440467058594495</id><published>2010-10-20T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:24:04.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TL9dwB-EYfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/REEUAn5lWaE/s1600/DSC07676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TL9dwB-EYfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/REEUAn5lWaE/s200/DSC07676.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530241947178131954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;"Ser sensível nesse mundo requer muita coragem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Muita. Todo dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Esse jeito de ouvir além dos olhos, de ver além dos ouvidos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;de sentir a textura do sentimento alheio tão clara no próprio coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;e tantas vezes até doer ou sorrir junto com toda sinceridade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Essa sensação, de vez em quando, de ser estrangeiro e não saber falar o idioma local,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;de ser meio ET, uma espécie de sobrevivente de uma civilização extinta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Essa intensidade toda em tempo de ternura minguada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Esse amor tão vívido em terra em que a maioria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;parece se assustar mais com o afeto do que com a indelicadeza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Esse cuidado espontâneo com os outros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Essa vontade tão pura de que ninguém sofra por nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Esse melindre de ferir por saber, com nitidez, como dói se sentir ferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Ser sensível nesse mundo requer muita coragem. Muita. Todo dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Essa saudade, que faz a alma marejar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;de um lugar que não se sabe onde é, mas que existe, é claro que existe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Essa possibilidade de se experimentar a dor, quando a dor chega,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;com a mesma verdade com que se experimenta a alegria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Essa incapacidade de não se admirar com o encanto grandioso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;que também mora na sutileza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Essa vontade de espalhar buquês de sorrisos por aí,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;porque os sensíveis, por mais que chorem de vez em quando,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;não deixam adormecer a ideia de um mundo que possa acordar sorrindo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Pra toda gente. Pra todo ser. Pra toda vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Eu até já tentei ser diferente, por medo de doer,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;mas não tem jeito: só consigo ser igual a mim."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Ana Jácomo&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-793440467058594495?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/793440467058594495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=793440467058594495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/793440467058594495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/793440467058594495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/10/ser-sensivel-nesse-mundo-requer-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TL9dwB-EYfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/REEUAn5lWaE/s72-c/DSC07676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-6596595019642866457</id><published>2010-10-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T07:08:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TLsCfN5HTfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1Kt2YikGfGw/s1600/DSC07686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TLsCfN5HTfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1Kt2YikGfGw/s200/DSC07686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529015702855831026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;"Então, que seja doce. Repito todas as manhãs, ao abrir a janela para deixar entrar o sol ou o cinza dos dias, bem assim: que seja doce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio F.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-6596595019642866457?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/6596595019642866457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=6596595019642866457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6596595019642866457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6596595019642866457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/10/entao-que-seja-doce.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TLsCfN5HTfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1Kt2YikGfGw/s72-c/DSC07686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-5148509735222840173</id><published>2010-10-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:03:45.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TLKZRPH4dGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2I2hEysp3kg/s200/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526648214133437538" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;"Como pode o homem viver e esquecer o futuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Sabe que ele planta hoje amanhã os jovens que colherão os frutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Visam o poder, fama, lucro, dinheiro sujo. É inútil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Sabedoria é bem melhor do que isso tudo. É o nosso estudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Pra gente mudar o mundo é só estar junto. Não é pedir muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Basta ceder um pouco, respeitar o outro, amarem todos, ser justo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Na lembrança a infância, inocência de criança é a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;É tempo de mudança, confiança."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Mundo Jovem - Negra Li&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-5148509735222840173?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5148509735222840173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=5148509735222840173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/5148509735222840173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/5148509735222840173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-pode-o-homem-viver-e-esquecer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TLKZRPH4dGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2I2hEysp3kg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-6062876031516828300</id><published>2010-10-02T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T05:30:23.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TKclNKzbsnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5XhPTRPFMDI/s1600/DSC04915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TKclNKzbsnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5XhPTRPFMDI/s200/DSC04915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523424376161809010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What can make me feel this way?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-6062876031516828300?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/6062876031516828300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=6062876031516828300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6062876031516828300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6062876031516828300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-can-make-me-feel-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TKclNKzbsnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5XhPTRPFMDI/s72-c/DSC04915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-7408774954383853021</id><published>2010-09-10T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:58:04.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TIp_XP8xNjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yTDIFohCkWQ/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TIp_XP8xNjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yTDIFohCkWQ/s200/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515360731063727666" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"Prefiro ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Essa metamorfose ambulante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu prefiro ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Essa metamorfose ambulante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Formada sobre tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Formada sobre tudo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-7408774954383853021?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/7408774954383853021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=7408774954383853021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7408774954383853021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7408774954383853021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/09/prefiro-ser-essa-metamorfose-ambulante.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TIp_XP8xNjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yTDIFohCkWQ/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-8354588858266582604</id><published>2010-08-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:54:11.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TG3qFeyUlYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Le_SBJjC7i4/s1600/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TG3qFeyUlYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Le_SBJjC7i4/s200/02.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507315299228358018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Uma parte de mim pesa, pondera: outra parte delira."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Ferreira Gullar&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4413349768035915687-8354588858266582604?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/8354588858266582604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=8354588858266582604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8354588858266582604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8354588858266582604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-parte-de-mim-pesa-pondera-outra_3436.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TG3qFeyUlYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Le_SBJjC7i4/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-4756728260928518937</id><published>2010-07-27T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:28:52.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TE7wJABymII/AAAAAAAAAXo/0pOilE9nL34/s1600/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TE7wJABymII/AAAAAAAAAXo/0pOilE9nL34/s200/05.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498596232482953346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TE7wJABymII/AAAAAAAAAXo/0pOilE9nL34/s1600/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"As pessoas podem não lembrar exatamente o que você fez, ou até mesmo todas as palavras que você disse, mas elas sempre lembrarão de como você as fez sentir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Mário Lago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-4756728260928518937?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/4756728260928518937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=4756728260928518937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4756728260928518937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4756728260928518937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-pessoas-podem-nao-lembrar-exatamente.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TE7wJABymII/AAAAAAAAAXo/0pOilE9nL34/s72-c/05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-1086547601193524444</id><published>2010-07-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:29:11.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One, two, two-and-a-half, three...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TEw7E1L2ehI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KZBjgcG8-Sk/s1600/tumblr_l61me2iQHW1qzcz7jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TEw7E1L2ehI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KZBjgcG8-Sk/s320/tumblr_l61me2iQHW1qzcz7jo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497834199294835218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-1086547601193524444?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/1086547601193524444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=1086547601193524444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1086547601193524444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1086547601193524444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-two-two-and-half-three.html' title='One, two, two-and-a-half, three...'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TEw7E1L2ehI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KZBjgcG8-Sk/s72-c/tumblr_l61me2iQHW1qzcz7jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-3964927481156582354</id><published>2010-07-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:15:47.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo do olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TDIT1cQOXyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6ltMWwPfxCA/s200/01.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490472704556293922" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Desejo o beijo do olhar&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a sua boca em mim&lt;br /&gt;Faz de um momento imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Quando me perco em suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz essa vida mais pra cá&lt;br /&gt;De perto eu vou te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Desejo cheiro e paladar&lt;br /&gt;Desejo o teu desejo ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto prazer que vira um som&lt;br /&gt;De coisa que não se diz&lt;br /&gt;Que é muito mais que bom&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais do que eu podia imaginar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Zé Ricardo e Thalma de Freitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-3964927481156582354?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/3964927481156582354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=3964927481156582354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/3964927481156582354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/3964927481156582354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/07/beijo-do-olhar.html' title='Beijo do olhar'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/TDIT1cQOXyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6ltMWwPfxCA/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-4296993937981050899</id><published>2010-06-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:25:36.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; 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font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&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: 14px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Leonardo Boff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-7177161682641881846?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/7177161682641881846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=7177161682641881846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7177161682641881846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7177161682641881846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-enternecimento-e-forca-propria-do.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/S-ywiQzEbbI/AAAAAAAAATc/mkR-t_yMOiQ/s72-c/DSC07491.JPG%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-7455595232464465268</id><published>2010-01-31T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:22:39.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/S2WhSebIOxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mh3QWGSknGc/s1600-h/DSC04599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/S2WhSebIOxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mh3QWGSknGc/s200/DSC04599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432925864268938002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;"E ô Bahia, fonte mítica encantada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;E ô expande teu axé, não esconde nada&lt;br /&gt;E ô teu canto de alegria ecoa longe, tempo e espaço..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma semana em Salvador. Uma semana de histórias lindas e para serem guardadas eternamente. Uma palavra que defina a viagem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Inesquecível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-7455595232464465268?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/7455595232464465268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=7455595232464465268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7455595232464465268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7455595232464465268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-o-bahia-fonte-mitica-encantada-e-o_31.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/S2WhSebIOxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mh3QWGSknGc/s72-c/DSC04599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-7766812148162449611</id><published>2010-01-08T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:23:12.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/S0drTn1XniI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kgZfOk9a434/s200/DSC09227%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424422261045567010" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Uma história é capaz de iluminar nossa relação com os outros, de fortalecer nossa compaixão, de transformar o olhar com que contemplamos os nossos semelhantes, confirmando a crença de que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;"estamos todos juntos na tarefa de viver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;. Uma história leva-nos a descobrir uma verdade nova, a ter uma nova perspectiva, a ver o mundo de maneira renovada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ruth Stotter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;]   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que sejamos história, que façamos história e tenhamos história. Sempre. 2010, aí vamos nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-7766812148162449611?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/7766812148162449611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=7766812148162449611' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7766812148162449611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/7766812148162449611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-historia-e-capaz-de-iluminar-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/S0drTn1XniI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kgZfOk9a434/s72-c/DSC09227%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2811708061321387180</id><published>2009-07-11T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:54:37.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SljRhbJN1_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9sYY6UbyGQg/s1600-h/BXK2035_flor5800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SljRhbJN1_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9sYY6UbyGQg/s200/BXK2035_flor5800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357262128909506546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"If I fell in love with you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you promise to be true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And help me understand?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I fell&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let yourself in!&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/4413349768035915687-2811708061321387180?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2811708061321387180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2811708061321387180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2811708061321387180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2811708061321387180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-fell-in-love-with-you-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SljRhbJN1_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9sYY6UbyGQg/s72-c/BXK2035_flor5800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-950580666861665986</id><published>2009-07-06T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:19:20.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reticências...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SlIwCqTDCKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OKke5t_mTAs/s1600-h/DSC04114%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SlIwCqTDCKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OKke5t_mTAs/s200/DSC04114%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355395729168992418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Um monte de coisa está acontecendo dentro de mim e não sou capaz de explicar. O mês de julho será decisivo na minha vida, em muitos aspectos. Preciso organizar minhas idéias, ver o que realmente me faz feliz e, principalmente, quem me faz feliz.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova Tássia está para nascer. Não que minha personalidade vá mudar, quem me conhece sabe que nunca farei isso. Mas organizarei tudo o que não "cabe". Reciclar sempre é preciso, mantendo as coisas boas(que não são poucas e reconheço que sou abençoada) e eliminando as possíveis angústias.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou cuidar de mim, cuidar dos nós e de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Reciclar a palavra, o telhado e o porão... reinventar tantas outras notas musicais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Reticências...'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SlIwCqTDCKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OKke5t_mTAs/s72-c/DSC04114%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-5288187253340336042</id><published>2009-04-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:57:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração a São Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SfDHYDYqhiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CaRj8snbtIo/s1600-h/hhh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SfDHYDYqhiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CaRj8snbtIo/s200/hhh.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327977575218841122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Eu andarei vestido e armado com as armas de São Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;para que meus inimigos tendo pés não me alcancem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;tendo mãos não me peguem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;tendo olhos não me vejam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e nem em pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;eles possam me fazer mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Armas de fogo o meu corpo não alcançarão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;facas e lanças se quebrem sem o meu corpo tocar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;cordas e correntes se arrebentem sem o meu corpo amarrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus Cristo, me proteja e me defenda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;com o poder de sua santa e divina graça, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Virgem de Nazaré, me cubra com o seu manto sagrado e divino, protegendo-me em todas as minhas dores e aflições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e Deus, com sua divina misericórdia e grande poder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;seja meu defensor contra as maldades e perseguições dos meu inimigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Glorioso São Jorge, em nome de Deus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;estenda-me o seu escudo e as suas poderosas armas, defendendo-me com a sua força e com a sua grandeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e que debaixo das patas de seu fiel ginete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;meus inimigos fiquem humildes e submissos a vós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Assim seja com o poder de Deus, de Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e da falange do Divino Espírito Santo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;São Jorge rogai por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); "&gt;Salve, Jorge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let yourself in!&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/4413349768035915687-5288187253340336042?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5288187253340336042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=5288187253340336042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/5288187253340336042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/5288187253340336042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2009/04/oracao-sao-jorge-eu-andarei-vestido-e.html' title='Oração a São Jorge'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SfDHYDYqhiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CaRj8snbtIo/s72-c/hhh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2634839771300745020</id><published>2009-04-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:13:44.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"E eu passei a sorrir, só quando tenho vontade..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SeCyxnTarYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/K3RzJkuZluc/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SeCyxnTarYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/K3RzJkuZluc/s200/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323451324985683330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Pois é. Tem gente que põe à prova minha vocação pra Madre Teresa, meeesmo. Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Acho que na vida temos que saber doar, saber receber. Algumas pessoas se "perdem" nesse caminho, tentando passar por cima de outras, né?! Mas, como diria a querida Liah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"meu caminho é um só, eu não tenho a menor intenção de mudar". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;E assim vai ser sempre... foi assim que meus pais me ensinaram e eu, graças a Deus, mantenho firme e forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Às vezes fico tão chateada com algumas coisas, mas sei que tenho força pra passar por certas "provações", afinal... para sabermos o quanto somos tão grandes e maiores, temos que antes entender que um dia também poderemos ser pequenos demais. E as barreiras e ais?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Depende se aceitamos ou não as pedras no caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"A fé me avisou pra continuar sempre em frente, avisou... mesmo que assim lentamente a pé..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-2634839771300745020?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2634839771300745020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2634839771300745020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2634839771300745020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2634839771300745020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-eu-passei-sorrir-so-quando-tenho.html' title='&quot;E eu passei a sorrir, só quando tenho vontade...&quot;'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SeCyxnTarYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/K3RzJkuZluc/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-8246027043334847962</id><published>2009-04-06T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:44:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte de hoje: A estrada para o verdadeiro amor sempre tem obstáculos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SdrKel_nqdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2CBPcolDXzA/s1600-h/31235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SdrKel_nqdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2CBPcolDXzA/s200/31235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321788536635501010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;É, Orkut, eu sei. Já fui bem mais de pensar que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; é como nos filmes e nas novelas. Hoje, não que eu tenha desacreditado nisso, mas acho que já coloco muitos "empecilhos" até dizer que estou apaixonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nos tempos de colégio era tão mais fácil, né?! Era tudo mais simples e não se pensava tanto. Tá aí a questão... pensar! O problema é que a gente cresce e começa a pensar. Pensar no que já foi, pensar no que tá sendo, pensar no que pode vir, pensar no que ainda não foi, pensar, pensar e pensar! Alguém me faz parar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Por mais romântica que eu, assumidamente, diga que sou, poucas vezes fiz as "borboletas no estômago" crescerem. Parei pra pensar&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[ai, como eu penso, hein!]&lt;/span&gt; e realmente, sempre fui um tanto quanto "fechada" a isso. Como assim?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Já falei isso inclusive aqui no blog, mesmo. Já fui muito apaixonada por uma pessoa. Ele é um que tenho certeza que pode ser exemplo de amor como "coisa de novela"; no sentido de ter todas as coisas boas e todos os obstáculos que a dramaturgia mostra em cada capítulo da história. Tudo foi bem intenso mesmo, marcante e verdadeiro. Tanto que é uma pessoa querida até hoje e se faz presente na minha vida ainda.... e quero que continue, claro. Enfim, já falei sobre aqui. Deixa no "potinho das coisas boas" e tá tudo certo. Tentar reabrir esse pote?! Não sei... não dependeria só de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Acho que depois disso fiquei "fechada", sei lá. Tentei, não vou omitir isso, mas não sei. Tentei "descobrir" as borboletas que estão espalhadas por aí em alguém, que eu sei, está guardado pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Se eu já errei nos lagartos?! Ah, errei, claro. Acho que queria, até bem pouco tempo, reencontrar aquilo que vivi e que foi perfeito dentro da possibilidade que era pra viver naquela época. É tudo tão complicado, sabia?! Queria ser mais forte nesse sentido. Queria poder falar: Ei, já foi. Agora você tem que viver sua vida! Olhe para os lados e veja que você ainda é muito nova e tem muuuita coisa pra aproveitar... e lagartos pra acertar e errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;É, é coração... se liberte pra poder entender que você tem chance de achar esse "verdadeiro amor" de novo. Pense&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[já que eu gosto tanto!]&lt;/span&gt; e repare os menores sinais, vindos da onde menos espera e imagine que possa vir... e se arrisque a achar e "pular" esses tais obstáculos que o Sr. Orkut anda espalhando por aí nas "sortes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;É, mocinha... pare de fingir que é cega, surda e muda. Preste atenção em volta e aceite os sinais de bom ar que se aproximam de vez em quando, que você não dá bola... mas deveria! Apostando na parte bacana do tal do amor, do tal do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se a gente ganhar... que seja vitória disputada, merecida, conquistada..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-8246027043334847962?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/8246027043334847962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=8246027043334847962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8246027043334847962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8246027043334847962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorte-de-hoje-estrada-para-o-verdadeiro.html' title='Sorte de hoje: A estrada para o verdadeiro amor sempre tem obstáculos'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SdrKel_nqdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2CBPcolDXzA/s72-c/31235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-6035726331805317291</id><published>2009-03-30T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:23:00.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi, lembrei[again] que tenho um blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SdC1mRzKfEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/S1dMnY6OEIU/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SdC1mRzKfEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/S1dMnY6OEIU/s200/DSC01674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318950829142211650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Algumas pessoas nascem para sentarem à beira do rio. Algumas para serem atingidas por raios. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algumas têm o ouvido para a música&lt;/i&gt;. Algumas são artistas. Algumas nadam. Algumas conhecem botões. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algumas conhecem Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;. Algumas são mães. E algumas pessoas... dançam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(198, 198, 198);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[ Benjamin Button ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey hey, you there! Sei que estou "em falta" com relação a posts e o ao blog em si. Peço desculpas, não só a vocês, mas pra mim também. Gosto deste espaço aqui e o acho super necessário, mesmo. Mas, ultimamente tenho tido pouco tempo para parar, pensar e organizar as idéias de uma maneira que saia algo que realmente fique "nos trinques" para postar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Minha vida tá bem movimentada(graças a Deus!); 10 matérias nesse período da faculdade, shows maravilhosos que fui já esse ano, meus amigos queridíssimos(meus verdadeiros tesouros) sempre junto comigo, baladas, dias felizes, dias emos, dias de maluquice... "tudo numa coisa só", já diria Fernando Anitelli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje estou em um dia pensativo demais. Não estou falando que estou triste, não confundam. Estou pensativa; pensando muitas coisas. Os prós e os contras nas minhas decisões. Uma coisa que já aprendi com as "porradas" da vida é a cada dia que passa, sei mais ainda o que quero ou não para mim e para minha vida. E tudo que decido... sei que, de alguma forma, vai ser importante para mim e porque não, para as pessoas que me cercam. Porque, sim... eu penso demaaais nas pessoas, até mesmo antes de pensar em mim. Seja isso ruim ou não, minha alma e meu coração sempre pedem assim... e eu sou muito de ouví-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nossa, estou me sentindo meio "filósófica" hoje também. Devem ser os textos de Literatura Comparada que ando lendo... ou, quem sabe, os textos de Teoria Literária se espalharam no meu cérebro de uma forma que não saem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, brincadeiras à parte... vim aqui dizer que vou fazer um esforço para atualizar o blog, pelo menos, umas duas vezes por semana. Como falei no primeiro post, necessito desta válvula de escape, para essa minha vida corrida e às vezes parada... metaforicamente, ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"8 e 80 por ruas estreitas do pensamento..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&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/4413349768035915687-6035726331805317291?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/6035726331805317291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=6035726331805317291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6035726331805317291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6035726331805317291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2009/03/oi-lembrei-que-tenho-um-blog-2.html' title='Oi, lembrei[again] que tenho um blog'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SdC1mRzKfEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/S1dMnY6OEIU/s72-c/DSC01674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-3045901287267231989</id><published>2008-12-29T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:26:09.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Com tranqüilidade pra amadurecer..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SVjqRFvRMLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/55hcFxzUjwk/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SVjqRFvRMLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/55hcFxzUjwk/s200/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285231742038388914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa! Tempão que não posto, né?! Nem no Natal eu postei... o.O&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem um motivo específico, não. É que as minhas férias(graças a Deus) estão frenéticas e tenho curtido bastante. Nesse meio tempo que fiquei sem postar, tanta coisa aconteceu... e amém que foram, em sua maioria, coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tô numa fase muito feliz, madura... e acho que pronta pra encarar um novo ano. Tanta coisa mudou em 2008, tanta coisa se fortificou... e eu pude ter a certeza do que eu quero levar pra sempre e o do que eu não quero também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Só tenho que agradecer àqueles que de alguma forma fizeram parte desse crescimento, àqueles que fizeram, fazem e tenho certeza que farão sempre o melhor pra minha vida. Obrigada por existirem, por me deixarem fazer  parte da vida de vocês e por fazerem parte da minha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Que a vida seja como um laço e o resto que vá pro espaço..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Saldo de 2008?! Altamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;positivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;! Foi um ano cansativo, de correria, mas também das certezas e afirmações do que realmente me faz bem e do que realmente importa. Ganhei "ineditamente" e ganhei novamente tantos presentes em forma de gestos, carinho, pessoas, amigos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"e eu não pretendo virar o ano longe de vocês..."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que esperar de 2009?! Que seja um ano repleto de realizações e coisas pra boas pra todos nós! E que eu continue crescendo e sabendo viver como tenho conseguido.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Quero realizar, comemorar, agradecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Deixar rolar, saber viver, deixar acontecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me aprofundar, quero crescer, quero focar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dezembro - Línox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Feliz [re]começo e continuação de coisas boas! ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-3045901287267231989?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/3045901287267231989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=3045901287267231989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/3045901287267231989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/3045901287267231989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/12/com-tranqilidade-pra-amadurecer.html' title='&quot;Com tranqüilidade pra amadurecer...&quot;'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SVjqRFvRMLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/55hcFxzUjwk/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-8732755927636253017</id><published>2008-10-28T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:19:35.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrei que tenho um blog, oi?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SQdlToAqpvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YHzD-oDspvQ/s1600-h/1203026281_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286077437847282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SQdlToAqpvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YHzD-oDspvQ/s200/1203026281_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Porque o Justin sabe das coisas! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let yourself in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-8732755927636253017?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/8732755927636253017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=8732755927636253017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8732755927636253017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/8732755927636253017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/10/lembrei-que-tenho-um-blog-oi.html' title='Lembrei que tenho um blog, oi?!'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SQdlToAqpvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YHzD-oDspvQ/s72-c/1203026281_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-4021536608137084185</id><published>2008-09-13T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:41:33.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SMwJOFOtpZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4slVhlktSWU/s1600-h/hahahha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245577803506492818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SMwJOFOtpZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4slVhlktSWU/s200/hahahha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Saberás que não te amo e que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;posto que de dois modos é a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;a palavra é uma asa do silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;o fogo tem uma metade de frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu te amo para começar a amar-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pra começar o infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;e para não deixar de amar-te nunca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;por isso não te amo todavia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Te amo e não te amo como se tivesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;em minhas mãos as chaves da fortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;e um incerto destino desditoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Meu amor tem duas vidas para amar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Por isso te amo quando não te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;e por isso te amo quando te amo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let yourself in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-4021536608137084185?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/4021536608137084185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=4021536608137084185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4021536608137084185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/4021536608137084185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabers-que-no-te-amo-e-que-te-amo-posto_13.html' title=''/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SMwJOFOtpZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4slVhlktSWU/s72-c/hahahha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-384402538051595967</id><published>2008-08-24T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:12:31.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SLFr6G6aDbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8rcTdfRbUtQ/s1600-h/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238086487640772018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SLFr6G6aDbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8rcTdfRbUtQ/s200/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Será?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let yourself in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/4413349768035915687-384402538051595967?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/384402538051595967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=384402538051595967' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/384402538051595967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/384402538051595967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/08/oi.html' title='Oi?!'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SLFr6G6aDbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8rcTdfRbUtQ/s72-c/03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-1310472649204208483</id><published>2008-08-16T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:11:19.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois da tempestade, pratos limpos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SKclM5vM2NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oF-BeMBZkWM/s1600-h/nuvens-andradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235193995428944082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SKclM5vM2NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oF-BeMBZkWM/s200/nuvens-andradas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cores caindo do céu&lt;br /&gt;por onde piso&lt;br /&gt;por onde ando e ao redor de mim&lt;br /&gt;cores caindo do céu&lt;br /&gt;vêm sem aviso&lt;br /&gt;trazendo alívio e chegando enfim&lt;br /&gt;e é tão fácil de sentir&lt;br /&gt;deixe ser e deixe ir&lt;br /&gt;não precisa ver por quê&lt;br /&gt;e é tão simples decidir&lt;br /&gt;se isso sempre foi assim&lt;br /&gt;não precisa outro querer&lt;br /&gt;outro querer (e mais outro)&lt;br /&gt;cores caindo do céu&lt;br /&gt;como eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;que manchem tudo ao redor de mim&lt;br /&gt;cores caindo do céu&lt;br /&gt;pra quê aviso?&lt;br /&gt;e se tropeçar não pense que é o fim..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;Alívio - Alex Góes&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let yourself in&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-1310472649204208483?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/1310472649204208483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=1310472649204208483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1310472649204208483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/1310472649204208483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/08/depois-da-tempestade-pratos-limpos.html' title='Depois da tempestade, pratos limpos.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SKclM5vM2NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oF-BeMBZkWM/s72-c/nuvens-andradas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-6498768520448686381</id><published>2008-08-09T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:42:38.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sabe a força que tem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SJ2b3FgSKjI/AAAAAAAAABw/03juTH5kFTw/s1600-h/paiaÃ§o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232509712747080242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SJ2b3FgSKjI/AAAAAAAAABw/03juTH5kFTw/s200/paia%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que sinto saudade. Muita saudade. Saudade do sorriso diariamente assistido, da voz dizendo nossa vida, das brincadeiras bobas e, às vezes, até fora de hora. Do olhar expressivo, que me passava(e ainda passa) toda confiança desse mundo. Saudade de tê-lo comigo em cada segundo, em cada respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por ainda se fazer presente na minha vida. Obrigada por ser você, obrigada por... tudo! Amo, com o mais puro significado de amar. Amo a pessoa que você é... amo a pessoa que se tornou pra mim, tanto no passado, quanto agora. Obrigada, menino feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let yourself in&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-6498768520448686381?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/6498768520448686381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=6498768520448686381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6498768520448686381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/6498768520448686381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-sabe-fora-que-tem.html' title='Não sabe a força que tem...'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SJ2b3FgSKjI/AAAAAAAAABw/03juTH5kFTw/s72-c/paia%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-278413350626741379</id><published>2008-08-06T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:47:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tanto bem maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SJpTVC_9qQI/AAAAAAAAABg/tEw9Q6E1uR4/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231585538191763714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SJpTVC_9qQI/AAAAAAAAABg/tEw9Q6E1uR4/s200/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já faz mais de uma semana do último post, né?! Pois é... prometo vir aqui pelo menos 1 vez por semana. Necessito desse espaço. Necessito dessa válvula de escape. Escrever aqui, muitas vezes siginifica não "explodir"... significa desabafar quando nem o grito ajuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esses dias ando meio "emo"... rs. Verdade! Disse isso até pra alguns amigos. Ando meio confusa com coisas do coração, ando meio que em busca de respostas pra questionamentos que eu achei que já estivessem solucionados. A culpa não é só minha, tá?! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra completar essa emice, muitas coisas têm me chateado. Coisas que até nem tem a ver com o coração. Aliás tem, sim... mas não do mesmo citado anteriormente. Tô meio chateada com atitudes que eu, até então, agüentava. Espero que as coisas melhorem logo... tava ficando complicado! Acho que tá melhorando... espero que não esteja errada! Porque eu acredito... e que tudo se resolva logo! Ok, não é pra entender, mesmo... rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudanças andam acontecendo comigo... e tomara que sejam positivas! Claro, não esqueço minha essência. Voltei à convivência de muitas pessoas queridas! Ainda bem! E quero poder "unir" todos que me fazem bem... os das antigas, os de hoje, os de sempre, os eternos. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Se tudo que eu preciso se parece, por que é que não se junta tudo numa coisa só?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que estou mais forte pra enfrentar o que me chateia. Mais forte pra saber lidar com tudo de maneira, eu diria que, mais tranqüila. Quero poder saber entender que não posso esperar nada de ninguém, mas que cada um saiba o que me chateia e o que me faz bem. Porque &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"acomodar com o que incomoda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; já deu, babe... agora eu falo, sim! Prometi isso pra mim... e não posso me decepcionar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let yourself in&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-278413350626741379?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/278413350626741379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=278413350626741379' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/278413350626741379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/278413350626741379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-tanto-bem-maior.html' title='Um tanto bem maior...'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mv-_kARZzU/SJpTVC_9qQI/AAAAAAAAABg/tEw9Q6E1uR4/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413349768035915687.post-2365584267818459088</id><published>2008-07-29T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:22:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como começar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Com licença, eu posso entrar? Eu sei que a casa também é minha, mas ela já tem tanto de nós que nem me sinto à vontade pra chegar assim sem avisar, sem marcar hora, sem ao menos um prefácio..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;A fé em nós&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Maíra Viana&lt;/em&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, meu primeiro post do blog. Não sei bem ao certo porque resolvi fazê-lo. Acho que necessitava de um espaço "neutro" pra jogar meus sentimentos, pensamentos e idéias. Como assim?! Bem, tem dias que fica complicado "falar com alguém". Tenho os melhores amigos e amigas que extistem e parentes que são verdadeiros tesouros. Mas, mesmo assim, tem dias que só a gente consegue entender a gente, né?! E tem dias que nem isso! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... num desses dias fiquei lembrando do passado. É, do passado. Estranho querer começar(que dá a sensação de futuro) falando do que já aconteceu. Mas, eu mesma não disse que escreveria quando fosse necessário?! Pois bem, o farei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, fiquei horas tentando definir o que sentia por uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida... e, um tempo depois, resolvi transpor aquele sentimento em um poema. Poema que depois de meses, acabei mostrando pra muitas pessoas em um concurso. Mas até bem pouco antes, nem o próprio "homenageado"(digamos assim), sabia.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer bem ao certo se o sentimento acabou. Acredito que não. Acredito que ele se "transformou". É, se modificou. Pra falar a verdade, tenho certeza que ele ficou até mais forte. Do tipo que quando sei que o outro está feliz, está sorrindo... seja motivo pra que eu também sorria, pra que eu também fique feliz. Às vezes até sem motivo, mas se sei que está bem... é o que importa.&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer amor mal resolvido, ou algo assim. Mas tenho consciência plena que não é isso. Fiquei por um bom tempo afastada dele. Um bom tempo querendo "esquecer" aquilo que era quase que um respirar... necessário todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;A princípio achei que nunca conseguiria esquecer. Que nunca conseguiria esquecer aquele que disse que seria pra vida toda. Aquele que sabia até mais de mim do que eu mesma. Aquele que me fazia acreditar que se eu choro hoje, é porque amanhã será muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Quem errou?! Ninguém. Ou os dois. Ele, por acreditar nos sonhos dele... e eu, nos meus e nos dele. Eu, por achar que sempre seguraria a onda... e ele, por achar que eu seguraria. Complicado?! Sim, foi. Mas resolvi seguir. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Os caminhos não são tão simples, temos que seguir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E segui. E seguimos. Ele da forma dele... e eu, da minha. Mas sempre pensei que a ligação existiria de algum forma. E não estava errada... permanecimento! Depois de um ano afastados, com pouquíssimo contato... chegou o dia do reencontro. E eu estaria cara a cara com ele, no mundo dele. Fui... e foi uma das melhores coisas que pude fazer em minha vida. Tive a certeza que éramos, somos e seremos sempre muito mais que amantes, ou amados. Seremos corpo e alma. Amigo e amiga. Cúmplices. E aqueles eternos loucos felizes que ficam até às 5h da manhã conversando no msn... hahahaha, como a vida é boa! E, mesmo que a gente ache que ela tá contra algumas vezes, ela puxa o tapetinho que existe embaixo dos pés e mostra que sempre acha o caminho certo. Sempre, independente do tempo que isso possa levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poema que eu fiz?! Eis aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A descoberta de um sentimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O que sinto é algo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Maior que qualquer gesto ou sinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Um sentimento puro sem igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Livre de qualquer sutileza e maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sagaz, quando aguçado; puro, quando necessário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Diria que é saudade, assim seria o contrário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Diria que é carinho, assim seria amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tudo perderia o brilho, sem a mesma intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dias passam, pessoas novas conheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sem que nenhuma delas me traga do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A suave luz que em teu olhar reconheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tua presença faz dos minutos, séculos sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E até enfrento tal força que explode dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Habitas no mesmo mundo das palavras e dos sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O que me faz acreditar num certo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No qual direi com meu ser de todo convencido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do meu sentimento pleno que se descobria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Teu sorriso de torna necessário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ao que me parece ser viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Não é de dependência que aqui falo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mas de uma gota que me faz enriquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Minhas pobres palavras pode o tempo apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mas preciosos detalhes pra sempre hão de ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tal qual o desabrochar da flor, a água beijando o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O vento para o calor, uma chuva de verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Após muito refletir, pude firmar conclusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do que habita em meu peito, do fundo do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;É o mais antigo sentimento, a mais forte emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O desejo de estar perto e se perder na amplidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sentir então tua pele, o canto da tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Transformar o eu e o tu num sonoro e harmônico nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A única felicidade em meio às atribulações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;É saber que estas bem e vives vida melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E seja assim como for, com pitadelas de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Acabo por concluir que o que sinto é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cometi um sério erro há um tempo atrás. Quando disse a uma terceira pessoa que esse poema era pra mesma. Mas ele não chegava aos pés de tal sentimento. Não mesmo. Claro que quando falei, achava que seria merecedor... mas, me enganei. E que erro! Como pude comparar uma pessoa que realmente mudou minha vida com uma que simplesmente me fez acreditar nisso durante um tempo?! Mas, acho que hoje... a pessoa nefasta sabe que não foi pra si. E sim, pr'aquele que será sempre o primeiro homem da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece um texto de recaída?! Não mais. Nosso tesouro está na estante. Guardado como uma lembrança boa, pra todo momento. E quero que ele seja feliz a cada segundo, do fundo do coração, dos melhores sentimentos já conseguidos. E melhor de tudo?! Ter a certeza que é recíproco! Obrigada, essa é a palavra... serei eternamente grata. Grata porque com ele aprendi o verdadeiro sentido de amar, de dividir... e aí é que encontro forças pra me aventurar quando meu coração salta e as borboletas voam em minha barriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí, vamos viver?! Vamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let yourself in&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413349768035915687-2365584267818459088?l=porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2365584267818459088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4413349768035915687&amp;postID=2365584267818459088' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2365584267818459088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413349768035915687/posts/default/2365584267818459088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porruasestreitasdopensamento.blogspot.com/2008/07/como-comear.html' title='Como começar?'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179413932372696933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAVjlbYBn94/Tt0-SrU03zI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sk5X3l-TX3I/s220/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
