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claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É Muito Simples !!!!&amp;nbsp; Um&amp;nbsp;marido bonito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANqHIPRTZus/TWSFw3p9iuI/AAAAAAAABHg/ngQmDj__3p4/s1600/tumblr_lgxtqgjXGY1qeym9c.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" 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Uma Pequena casa para&amp;nbsp;as crianças&amp;nbsp;correrem ao  redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Join                                                          smilingsmilers                                                          for Innovative                                                          Mails" height="242" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8f4806a2d3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12e503f3000f8eb4&amp;amp;attid=0.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;... Crianças adoráveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Join                                                          smilingsmilers                                                          for Innovative                                                          Mails" height="520" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8f4806a2d3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12e503f3000f8eb4&amp;amp;attid=0.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;... um marido&amp;nbsp;amoroso com a&amp;nbsp;família,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;... um pouco de maquiagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Join                                                          smilingsmilers                                                          for Innovative                                                          Mails" height="282" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8f4806a2d3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12e503f3000f8eb4&amp;amp;attid=0.15&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;... viagem ao exterior uma vez por ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Join                                                          smilingsmilers                                                          for Innovative                                                          Mails" height="332" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8f4806a2d3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12e503f3000f8eb4&amp;amp;attid=0.16&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;... com mais freqüência,&amp;nbsp;viagens domésticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Join                                                          smilingsmilers                                                          for Innovative                                                          Mails" height="267" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8f4806a2d3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12e503f3000f8eb4&amp;amp;attid=0.18&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;... presentes ocasionalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br 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center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;E tem gente que acha&amp;nbsp;que  somos&amp;nbsp;muito exigentes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Pode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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roll&lt;br /&gt;Em sua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Este  é o começo do um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca gostei mesmo dessa cidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu  preciso dessa cidade como preciso da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que em  algum lugar há um trem indo para o norte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;oh-oo-oh Eu  Conseguirei sem você&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de meu corpo estar deitado aqui&lt;br /&gt;É  minha boca que deve estar mentindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Este é o começo da  minha queda do paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Minha auto-estima já esteve melhor&lt;br /&gt;Mas  você sabe que eu nunca a desperdicei&lt;br /&gt;EU vou manter está  memória no mapa que tracei&lt;br /&gt;De volta pra casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu  amigos saem mas eu tenho ficado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que deveria ir mas era  assim era o certo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca quis provar o sabor do Gin.&lt;br /&gt;Eu  ainda não sei, oh, mas tem sido bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;oh-oo-oh Eu vou  conseguir sem você.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;oh-oo-oh Eu vou  conseguir sem você.&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de meu corpo estar deitado aqui&lt;br /&gt;É  minha boca que deve estar mentindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-7905723997393661911</id><published>2011-01-23T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:23:19.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday NÍCOLLAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fazer aniversário é olhar pra trás com gratidão e pra frente com fé.Parabéns pelos seus 03 aninhos.I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2031898743"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2031898744"&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/4767979751588591101-7905723997393661911?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-7778009747131880923</id><published>2011-01-12T13:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:32:37.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A morte de cada dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Num artigo muito interessante, Paulo Angelim, que é arquiteto, pós-graduado em Marketing, dizia mais ou menos o seguinte: "Nós estamos acostumados a ligar a palavra morte apenas à ausência de vida e isso é um erro”. Existem outros tipos de morte e precisamos morrer todo dia.            A morte nada mais é do que uma passagem, uma transformação. Não existe planta sem a morte da semente, não existe embrião sem a morte do óvulo e do esperma, não existe borboleta sem a morte da lagarta, isso é óbvio!           A morte nada mais é do que o ponto de partida para o início de algo novo. "É a fronteira entre o passado e o futuro..."            Se você quer ser um bom universitário, mate dentro de você o secundarista aéreo que acha que ainda tem muito tempo pela frente.            Quer ser um bom profissional? Então mate dentro de você o universitário descomprometido que acha que a vida se resume a estudar só o suficiente para fazer as provas.            Quer ter um bom relacionamento? Então mate, dentro de você, os jovens inseguros, ciumentos, críticos, exigentes, imaturos, egoístas ou o solteiro solto que pensa poder fazer planos sozinho, sem ter que dividir espaços, projetos e tempo com mais ninguém.            Quer ter boas amizades? Então mate dentro de si a pessoa insatisfeita ou descompromissada, que só pensa em si mesmo. Mate a vontade de tentar manipular as pessoas de acordo com a sua conveniência. Respeite seus amigos, colegas de trabalho, vizinhos.Enfim, todo processo de evolução exige que matemos o nosso "eu" passado, inferior.            E qual o risco de não agirmos assim? O risco está em tentarmos ser duas pessoas ao mesmo tempo, perdendo o nosso foco, comprometendo essa produtividade, e, por fim, prejudicando nosso sucesso.             Muitas pessoas não evoluem porque ficam se agarrando ao que eram, não se projetam para o que serão ou desejam ser. Elas querem a nova etapa, sem abrir mão da forma como pensavam ou como agiam.            Acabam se transformando em projetos acabados, híbridos, adultos infantilizados. Podemos até agir, às vezes, como meninos, de tal forma que não matemos as virtudes de criança que também são necessários a nós, adultos, como: brincadeira, sorriso fácil, vitalidade, criatividade, tolerância etc. Mas se quisermos ser adultos, devemos necessariamente matar atitudes infantis para passarmos a agir como ADULTOS.            Quer ser alguém (líder, profissional, pai ou mãe, cidadão ou cidadã, amigo ou amiga) melhor e mais evoluído? Então, o que você precisa matar em si, ainda hoje, é o ''egoísmo'' e o ''egocentrismo'' para que nasça o SER que você tanto deseja ser!            Pense nisso e morra! Mas... Não se esqueça de nascer melhor ainda!            "O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso, existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-7778009747131880923?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/7778009747131880923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2011/01/morte-de-cada-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7778009747131880923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7778009747131880923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2011/01/morte-de-cada-dia.html' title='A morte de cada dia'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-7623573154922248229</id><published>2010-12-26T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:00:06.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Verdadeiro Sentido do Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="titulo"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="assinatura" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos os anos a cena se repete: ruas iluminadas, lojas decoradas,  portas enfeitadas, confraternizações e trocas de presentes. Está  encantador passar a noite pelo centro da cidade, pelos shoppings e ver a  quantidade de luzes e enfeites anunciando o Natal. Por um momento, o mundo volta sua atenção para um pequeno cenário onde  se destacam três personagens: um homem, uma mulher e uma criança deitada  em uma manjedoura. No presépio está o símbolo natalino que mais  encanta, porque retrata o verdadeiro sentido do natal: o nascimento de  Jesus. Neste momento, parece que o sentido da vida torna-se simples, fácil de  compreender. Quando Maria recebeu a notícia de que seria a mãe do  Salvador ela se assustou, mas também acreditou e acolheu gerar o menino  em seu ventre. José também hesitou com a notícia da gravidez de Maria,  mas não temeu em acolhê-la ao seu lado e também ao neném. Imagino que é  assim que Cristo espera ser recebido ao nascer neste Natal: sendo  acolhido com o coração e os braços abertos. Todo nascimento gera alegria, em se tratando do nascimento do Salvador  da humanidade a alegria é ainda maior. Jesus é rei, mas nasceu da  maneira mais simples: num estábulo, ao lado de bois e vacas, porque seus  pais não encontraram hospedaria. Hoje, talvez precisemos nos refugiar em lojas cheias e ruas  congestionadas, em busca de um sentido para estarmos juntos em uma noite  do ano, para celebrarmos o aniversário de um homem chamado Jesus.  Muitos o buscam entre a multidão perdida, que corre de um lado para o  outro em busca de presentes e lembrancinhas. Nos dias de hoje, o Natal tem diversos significados: para os  capitalistas é tempo de lucros, para os consumistas é tempo de gastar e  consumir, para os pessimistas é só mais um ano que vai acabar; para as  crianças é esperança de muitos presentes, mas, para que tem fé, quem crê  no amor de Deus, o Natal é um misto de festa, reflexão e esperança. O sentido do Natal reside em cada um de nós. Ele representa a nossa  visão de mundo e ainda nossa percepção sobre o que somos e o nosso  compromisso em transformarmos a realidade. No Natal, temos a  possibilidade de nos darmos a chance de sermos melhores e resgatarmos  nossa essência: "a prática do bem, sem olharmos a quem". Poderíamos fazer do Natal uma constante prática em nossa vida.  Renascendo sempre para algo melhor, nos surpreendendo a cada dia com a  nossa infinita capacidade de aprimorarmos todas as nossas habilidades,  sejam intelectuais, emocionais, sociais e espirituais. Jesus pode nos  inspirar todos os dias do ano, porém precisamos fazer do nosso coração  uma manjedoura, sempre aberta para acolhermos a sua mensagem de amor ao  próximo e discernimento sobre nosso papel no mundo dos homens. É época de renovarmos a nossa fé com a esperança de que o nascimento de  Jesus seja concreto em nossa realidade e, com isto, renasça no mundo a  bondade, a fraternidade e a paz! E para que possamos aproveitar essa época festiva devemos refletir,  buscar mudanças positivas em nosso cotidiano, oferecendo nossa vida,  nosso coração e nossas boas ações ao Senhor Jesus, dando verdadeiro  sentido ao Natal. Natal é tempo de paz, de luz em nosso caminho e esperança de salvação,  por meio daquele que veio para nos deixar uma mensagem de fé, alegria e  amor. Que todos possamos festejar o Natal com este espírito, mesmo diante das  dificuldades, das mazelas e das agruras do dia-a-dia. Pois, relembrar  que Deus enviou para nós o Salvador é motivo de festa e de renovar as  esperanças. Natal é tempo de recordar o Menino Jesus da Manjedoura, é uma data  especial, carregada de uma mensagem de esperança e paz. Natal é tempo de  família reunida, de partilha e convivência, de oração e recolhimento,  de revisão de vida, de reencontrar pessoas distantes, de lembrar os  belos momentos, de acolher os pedidos de perdão e de recomeçar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;José Luís Nunes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-7623573154922248229?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/7623573154922248229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-verdadeiro-sentido-do-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7623573154922248229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7623573154922248229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-verdadeiro-sentido-do-natal.html' title='O Verdadeiro Sentido do Natal'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-8296138574494138244</id><published>2010-12-04T04:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:01:17.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Fill My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GqfnEZlsL1Q?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-8296138574494138244?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/8296138574494138244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-fill-my-heart-jason-walker-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/8296138574494138244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/8296138574494138244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-fill-my-heart-jason-walker-with.html' title='You Fill My Heart'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GqfnEZlsL1Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-8334386371518123169</id><published>2010-12-03T18:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:41:22.854-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundação Laço Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPlj1uNTaeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Iy1dBZ8WMjc/s1600/presenca-perucas_web-193x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPlj1uNTaeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Iy1dBZ8WMjc/s1600/presenca-perucas_web-193x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fundacaolacorosa.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Fundação Laço Rosa&lt;/a&gt;, um  portal na internet voltado para a divulgação sobre a prevenção e combate  ao câncer de mama que precisa da nossa colaboração. Eles tem o primeiro  banco de perucas online e com a iniciativa do patrocinador, &lt;b&gt;a  quantidade de membros da comunidade da Fundação Laço Rosa no orkut  receberá o valor correspondente em perucas&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Atenção, eles não  estão pedindo doações financeiras. Somente pedem que as pessoas &lt;b&gt;entrem  na &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=104580235"&gt;comunidade&lt;/a&gt;  Fundação Laço Rosa no orkut&lt;/b&gt;. Sobre as doações das perucas: são totalmente gratuitas e o banco  funciona através do pedido do paciente com câncer em tratamento que  apresente queda dos cabelos. Ele envia a foto e um laudo médico. A  partir daí é feita uma montagem e se a Fundação tiver uma peruca que o  agrade, a peruca &lt;b&gt;será enviada sem custo algum&lt;/b&gt; para ser  usada pelo tempo que o paciente precisar. Com suas ações, vários atores de Gret’y's Anatomy sempre nos  estimulam ajudar o próximo. Faça sua boa ação do dia, entre no orkut e  participe da &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=104580235"&gt;comunidade&lt;/a&gt;. Divulgue essa mensagem, envie para seus amigos: link para a  comunidade Fundação Laço Rosa no orkut: &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=104580235"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=104580235&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-6325"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Temos até 31.12 para promover a campanha e aumentar o número de  membros da comunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-8334386371518123169?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/8334386371518123169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/12/fundacao-laco-rosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/8334386371518123169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/8334386371518123169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/12/fundacao-laco-rosa.html' title='Fundação Laço Rosa'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPlj1uNTaeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Iy1dBZ8WMjc/s72-c/presenca-perucas_web-193x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-6922518038756487332</id><published>2010-11-26T21:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:45:02.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOU O QUE NINGUEM VÊ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCliente%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0cm;	margin-right:0cm;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0cm;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}@page Section1	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:35.4pt;	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu sou o que penso, sou o que sou e o que quero ser.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Sou família, sou filha, sou irmã e namorada.Eu sou o tudo. Eu sou o nada.  Sou a sorte do que tenho e do que possuo. O azar do que a vida não me trouxe e eu desejei. Sou um verme que um dia quis ser astro e tão depressa se tornou es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;trela.  Sou mais uma pecadora, com tamanha fé. Sou um mundo de maldades e um paraíso de boas acções. Sou um quarto com inúmeros espelhos fantásticos que torcem para reflexões falsas. Sou o meu reflexo num canto de paisagem, ou numa miragem, onde tu não podes ver.  Sou a alegria de quem me ama, a tristeza de quem me odeia e a ocupação de quem me inveja. Sou uma folha em branco, ou um caderno completo.Sou os livros que li e os textos que já te escrevi. Sou os momentos que passei e os que ainda quero passar, eu sou os brinquedos com que brinquei, e os amigos que conquistei. As fábulas em que acreditei e os jogos que inventei.  Sou o amor que dei, o que dou e o que continuarei a dar. Sou os amores que tive, as viagens que fiz e as que quero fazer. Sou todos os desportos que pratiquei, e aquele em que sempre continuarei por ser mais que lazer, é prazer.  Sou a minha disciplina preferida, a minha comida predilecta, sou o cheiro que me seduz, a cor que me apaixona, a bebida que me refresca. Essa sou eu...eu mesma, será que vais entender?  Sou o ódio resguardado, sou os sonhos realizados, os objectivos alcançados. Eu sou o meu interior, mas também o meu exterior. Sou um conjunto de factores que tu não podes entender.  Sou a saudade, os abraços que já dei, eu sou o passado, mas também o presente e o futuro. Eu sou os meus actos.  Sou o perfeito, mas também sou o imperfeito.Sou o contraste e a contradição. Sou a complexidade do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOU O QUE NINGUEM VÊ.&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/4767979751588591101-6922518038756487332?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/6922518038756487332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-o-que-ninguem-ve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6922518038756487332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6922518038756487332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-o-que-ninguem-ve.html' title='SOU O QUE NINGUEM VÊ.'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-6080216516125347662</id><published>2010-11-26T21:15:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:49:04.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração da Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCliente%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0cm;	margin-right:0cm;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0cm;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; Que nenhuma família comece em qualquer de repente.Que nenhuma família termine por falta de amor.Que o casal seja um para o outro de corpo e de mente.E que nada no mundo separe um casal sonhador. Que nenhuma família se abrigue debaixo da ponte.Que ninguém interfira no lar e na vida dos dois.Que ninguém os obrigue a viver sem nenhum horizonte.Que eles vivam do ontem, no hoje em função de um depois.Que a família comece e termine sabendo onde vai.E que o homem carregue nos ombros a graça de um pai.Que a mulher seja um céu de ternura, aconchego e calor.E que os filhos conheçam a força de onde brota o amor.Que marido e mulher tenham força de amar sem medida.Que ninguém vá dormir sem pedir ou dar seu perdão.Que as crianças aprendam no colo o sentido da vida.Que a família celebre a partilha do abraço e do pão.Que marido e mulher não se traiam nem traiam seus filhos.Que o ciúme não mate a certeza do AMOR entre os dois.Que no seu firmamento a estrela que tem maior brilho.Seja a firme esperança de um céu aqui mesmo e depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-6080216516125347662?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/6080216516125347662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/oracao-da-familia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6080216516125347662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6080216516125347662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/oracao-da-familia.html' title='Oração da Família'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-4043235126447077253</id><published>2010-11-24T19:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:49:22.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que os olhos não veem o coração não sente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oTevuiPNHdQ?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-4043235126447077253?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/4043235126447077253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-os-olhos-nao-veem-o-coracao-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4043235126447077253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4043235126447077253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-os-olhos-nao-veem-o-coracao-nao.html' title='O que os olhos não veem o coração não sente'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oTevuiPNHdQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-6143514631728885364</id><published>2010-11-24T12:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:34:59.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Episódio Musical em Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Algo que eu e milhares de fãs de Grey's Anatomy sempre desejamos, enfim irá acontecer.Nossa querida e genial  Shonda Rhimes, está preparando um super, hiper, mega episódio musical para nossa série preferida.Eu em particular desejava isso à muito tempo.Quero muito ver Callie Torres - Sara Ramirez - soltando a voz, e que voz...Pra quem não sabe, essa atriz sensacional canta muito e até já ganhou premios cantando.Outra atriz que também canta muito é Chandra Wilson - Miranda Bailey -. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shonda Rhimes é mesmo uma diva. Além de nos presentear com a melhor série de todos os tempos, também nos presenteia com esse episódio que tenho certeza, será maravilhoso.I LOVE YOU SHONDA RHIMES. Quando eu crescer quero ser igual a você - UM GENIO - KKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;“Eu queria fazer um episódio musical desde o primeiro dia que  começamos a filmar 1 ª Temporada. Agora, temos o espaço e a  credibilidade para experimentar. Além disso, é um período de tempo em  que finalmente eu tenho direito de jogar a idéia e o talento certo para  fazer isso acontecer”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; afirmou Shonda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sara Ramirez performing Find Your Grail @ 2005 Tony Awards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3yRlnSgu-bY?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.1&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um  rapaz que perguntou a uma garota&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;se ela queria casar com ele......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A garota disse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim ela viveu feliz para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem lavar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img height="53" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.10&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.2&amp;amp;zw" width="88" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem cozinhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="58" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.8&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.3&amp;amp;zw" width="76" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem  passar roupas para ninguém,&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="56" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.4&amp;amp;zw" width="61" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;saindo com suas amigas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="85" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.9&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.5&amp;amp;zw" width="110" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ficando com quem queria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="41" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.6&amp;amp;zw" width="58" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;gastando seu dinheiro consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="88" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.7&amp;amp;zw" width="88" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e sem trabalhar para ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="85" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/h/ru2ff2bal8yv/?view=att&amp;amp;th=12c60850cce8d2ec&amp;amp;attid=0.0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=3744ccdaba5b6872_0.0.1.8&amp;amp;zw" width="110" /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FIm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O  problema é que não nos contam isto quando somos pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Nos enchem com o conto do maldito príncipe encantado!&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4767979751588591101-4614211891036075619?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/4614211891036075619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-conto-mais-curto-e-mais-bonito-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4614211891036075619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4614211891036075619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-conto-mais-curto-e-mais-bonito-que.html' title='O conto mais curto e mais bonito que você leu em toda a sua  vida...'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-7626135531744711558</id><published>2010-11-20T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:24:35.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi - Thank You For Loving Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_9wKi1keg8g?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-7626135531744711558?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/7626135531744711558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/bon-jovi-thank-you-for-loving-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7626135531744711558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7626135531744711558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/bon-jovi-thank-you-for-loving-me.html' title='Bon Jovi - Thank You For Loving Me'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_9wKi1keg8g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2555705906859880051</id><published>2010-11-18T13:35:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:00:02.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSTORNO DE ANSIEDADE GENERALIZADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="secartigo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="seccorpo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A ansiedade é um sentimento desagradável, vago, indefinido, que pode vir acompanhado de sensações como frio no estômago, aperto no peito, coração acelerado, tremores e podendo haver também sensação de falta de ar. É um sinal de alerta, que faz com que a pessoa possa se defender e proteger de ameaças, sendo uma reação natural e necessária para a auto-preservação. Não é um estado normal, mas é uma reação normal, esperada em determinadas situações. As reações de ansiedade normais não precisam ser tratadas por serem naturais, esperadas e auto-limitadas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="seccorpo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A ansiedade patológica, por outro lado caracteriza-se por ter uma duração e intensidade maior que o esperado pra a situação, e além de não ajudar a enfrentar um fator estressor, ela dificulta e atrapalha a reação. O transtorno de ansiedade generalizada costuma ser uma doença crônica, com curtos períodos de remissão e importante causa de sofrimento durante vários anos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="seccorpo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É uma preocupação exagerada que pode abranger diversos eventos ou atividades da vida da pessoa e pode vir acompanhado de sintomas como irritabilidade, tensões musculares, perturbações no sono, entre outros. Costuma causar um comprometimento significativo no funcionamento social ou ocupacional da pessoa, podendo gerar um acentuado sofrimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="secartigo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que se sente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="seccorpo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A pessoa pode sentir tremores, inquietação, dor de cabeça, falta de ar, suor em excesso, palpitações, problemas gastro-intestinais, irritabilidade e facilidade em alterar-se. Esses sintomas podem ocorrer na maioria dos dias por pelo menos seis meses. É muito difícil controlar a preocupação, o que pode gerar um esgotamento na saúde física e mental do indivíduo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="secartigo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como se faz o diagnóstico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="seccorpo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como os sintomas podem ser os mais diversos e vários aspectos podem estar comprometidos, o trabalho inicial do médico está em excluir outras doenças que possam ter sintomas semelhantes ao transtorno de ansiedade generalizada. Para tanto, alguns exames clínicos podem ser necessários, sendo que mais importante do que isso é o relato detalhado de informações do paciente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="secartigo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como se trata? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="seccorpo" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O especialista utiliza técnicas psicoterápicas de apoio. Muitas vezes faz-se necessário o uso de medicação (antidepressivos e/ou ansiolíticos) por um determinado período. A maioria das pessoas experimenta uma acentuada redução da ansiedade quando lhes é oferecida a oportunidade de discutir suas dificuldades com um profissional experiente. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-2555705906859880051?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2555705906859880051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/transtorno-de-ansiedade-generalizada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2555705906859880051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2555705906859880051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/11/transtorno-de-ansiedade-generalizada.html' title='TRANSTORNO DE ANSIEDADE GENERALIZADA'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-8084395520137062351</id><published>2010-10-15T17:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:27:50.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sade (19/21) - By Your Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; 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&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TLiwVAQsh7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/fJmhM3FwG1g/s1600/greys-anatomy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TLiwVAQsh7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/fJmhM3FwG1g/s400/greys-anatomy1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-697290789198229255?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/697290789198229255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-temporada-greys-anatomy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/697290789198229255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/697290789198229255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-temporada-greys-anatomy.html' title='7ª temporada Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TLiwVAQsh7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/fJmhM3FwG1g/s72-c/greys-anatomy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-7306718549882474392</id><published>2010-09-26T01:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:57:51.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu me sinto em casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alguma coisa nos seus olhos, faz com que eu queira me perder .Faz com que eu queira me perder nos seus braços .Tem alguma coisa na sua voz que faz meu coração disparar .Espero que este sentimento dure pelo resto da minha vida .Se você soubesse como minha vida tem sido solitária .E há quanto tempo estou tão sozinha .Se você soubesse o quanto eu queria que alguém aparecesse.E mudasse minha vida do jeito que você mudou.E eu me sinto em casa, eu me sinto em casa .Parece que eu voltei todo o caminho de onde eu vim .E eu me sinto em casa.Parece que estou de volta para onde pertenço .Uma janela quebra na rua escura .E uma sirene toca na noite .Mas estou bem, porque tenho você aqui comigo .E quase posso ver que há uma luz em meio à escuridão .Se você soubesse o quanto este momento significa para mim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E quanto tempo esperei pelo seu toque .E se você soubesse o quanto está me fazendo feliz .Nunca pensei que amaria alguém tanto assim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; 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float: left; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TGRVFSk_lBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Rs9JTV7s4_0/s1600/Amigas%21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TGRVFSk_lBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Rs9JTV7s4_0/s200/Amigas%21.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SIMPLES ASSIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para conseguir a amizade de uma pessoa digna é preciso desenvolvermos em  nós mesmos as qualidades que naquela admiramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é o conforto  indescritível de nos sentirmos seguros com uma pessoa, sem ser preciso  pesar o que se pensa, nem medir o que se diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As palavras de amizade e conforto podem ser curtas e sucintas, mas o seu  eco é infindável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4767979751588591101-6939642445274563823?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/6939642445274563823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/simples-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6939642445274563823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6939642445274563823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/simples-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TGRVFSk_lBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Rs9JTV7s4_0/s72-c/Amigas%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2178867729595117884</id><published>2010-08-10T16:20:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:55:49.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Quero dançar sobre os canteiros, cheio  de uma alegria tão maldita que os passantes jamais compreenderiam. Mas  não sentia nada. Era assim, então. E ninguém me conhecia.”“Eu tenho uma porção de coisas pra te  dizer, dessas coisas assim que não se dizem costumeiramente, sabe,  dessas coisas tão difíceis de serem ditas que geralmente ficam caladas,  porque nunca se sabe nem como serão ditas nem como serão ouvidas,  compreende? Olha, falta muito pouco tempo, e se eu não te disser agora  talvez não diga nunca mais, porque tanto eu como você sentiremos uma  falta enorme de todas essas coisas, e se elas não chegarem a ser ditas  nem eu nem você nos sentiremos completamente satisfeitos com tudo que  existimos, porque elas não foram existidas completamente, entende?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Te desejo uma fé enorme, em qualquer  coisa, não importa o quê, como aquela fé que a gente teve um dia. Me  deseja também uma coisa bem bonita, uma coisa qualquer maravilhosa, que  me faça acreditar em tudo de novo, que nos faça acreditar em tudo outra  vez.”“Olha, eu ainda não disse tudo, e a  culpa é única e exclusivamente sua,  por que você fica sempre me  interrompendo e me fazendo suspeitar que  você não passa mesmo duma  simples avenca”&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/4767979751588591101-2178867729595117884?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2178867729595117884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/quero-dancar-sobre-os-canteiros-cheio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2178867729595117884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2178867729595117884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/quero-dancar-sobre-os-canteiros-cheio.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-5336970384324726746</id><published>2010-08-08T23:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:55:38.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr0" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif&amp;quot;); background-position: 0% 0%; color: black; display: block; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 10px 0px 40px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9t7E3b9tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZEiAb2YIl5E/s1600/Butterfly+Collection+%282007%29+Julie+Meridian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9t7E3b9tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZEiAb2YIl5E/s320/Butterfly+Collection+%282007%29+Julie+Meridian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Definitivo, como tudo o que é simples.&amp;nbsp;Nossa dor não advém das coisas vividas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas das coisas que foram sonhadas e não se cumpriram.&amp;nbsp;Sofremos por quê? Porque automaticamente esquecemos&amp;nbsp;o que foi desfrutado e passamos a sofrer pelas nossas projeções&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;irrealizadas, por todas as cidades que gostaríamos de ter conhecido ao lado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do nosso amor e não conhecemos, por todos os filhos que gostaríamos de ter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tido junto e não tivemos,por todos os shows e livros e silêncios que&amp;nbsp;gostaríamos de ter Compartilhado,&amp;nbsp;e não compartilhamos.&amp;nbsp;Por todos os beijos cancelados, pela eternidade.&amp;nbsp;Sofremos não porque nosso trabalho é desgastante e paga pouco, mas por todas&amp;nbsp;as horas livres que deixamos de ter para ir ao cinema, para conversar com um&amp;nbsp;amigo, para nadar, para namorar.&amp;nbsp;Sofremos não porque nossa mãe é impaciente conosco, mas por todos os&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;momentos em que poderíamos estar confidenciando a ela nossas mais profundas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;angústias se ela estivesse interessada em nos compreender.&amp;nbsp;Sofremos não porque nosso time perdeu, mas pela euforia sufocada.&amp;nbsp;Sofremos não porque envelhecemos, mas porque o futuro está sendo&amp;nbsp;confiscado de nós, impedindo assim que mil aventuras nos aconteçam,&amp;nbsp;todas aquelas com as quais sonhamos e nunca chegamos a experimentar.&amp;nbsp;Por que sofremos tanto por amor?&amp;nbsp;O certo seria a gente não sofrer, apenas agradecer por termos conhecido uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pessoa tão bacana, que gerou em nós um sentimento intenso e que nos fez&amp;nbsp;companhia por um tempo razoável,um tempo feliz.&amp;nbsp;Como aliviar a dor do que não foi vivido? A resposta é simples como um&amp;nbsp;verso:&amp;nbsp;Se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos,&amp;nbsp;na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sofrimento,perdemos também a felicidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A dor é inevitável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O sofrimento é opcional...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Carlos_Drumond_de_Andrade/" style="padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Carlos Drumond de Andrade&lt;/a&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/4767979751588591101-5336970384324726746?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/5336970384324726746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/definitivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5336970384324726746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5336970384324726746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/definitivo.html' title='Definitivo'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9t7E3b9tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZEiAb2YIl5E/s72-c/Butterfly+Collection+%282007%29+Julie+Meridian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-6607490491298038537</id><published>2010-08-08T23:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:55:05.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Passa uma borboleta por diante de mim e pela primeira vez no Universo eu reparo que as borboletas não têm cor nem movimento, assim como as flores não têm perfume nem cor. A cor é que tem cor nas asas da borboleta, no movimento da borboleta o movimento é que se move, o perfume é que tem perfume no perfume da flor. A borboleta é apenas borboleta e a flor é apenas flor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9npEdQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CyPFhdnUo_A/s1600/SDALI1956_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9npEdQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CyPFhdnUo_A/s320/SDALI1956_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Alberto Caeiro&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/4767979751588591101-6607490491298038537?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/6607490491298038537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/passa-uma-borboleta-por-diante-de-mim-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6607490491298038537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6607490491298038537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/passa-uma-borboleta-por-diante-de-mim-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9npEdQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CyPFhdnUo_A/s72-c/SDALI1956_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-6483167205817383616</id><published>2010-08-08T23:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:54:51.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSOS MEDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9l6EBBa_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/OgaoHscLWwg/s1600/summer_rosesLisa+Holley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9l6EBBa_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/OgaoHscLWwg/s200/summer_rosesLisa+Holley.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nossos medos são como os dragões dos contos infantís. Eles nos aprisionam, nos mantêm cativos e indefesos, incapazes de perceber a saída de dentro do muro de nossa prisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É quando ansiamos por uma interferência que nos liberte da angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;causada pelos nossos próprios temores. Só que, diferente dos contos infantís, nossa liberdade agora não depende do cavaleiro salvador. A solução para conseguí-la está todo o tempo dentro de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É preciso apenas que acreditemos na infinita fonte de poder que existe dentro de cada um de nós. Ao aceitarmos sua existência, estaremos também adquirindo a “espada mágica” que nos livrará da angústia e da opressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Está em nossas mãos criar as condições que nos permitam descobrir uma forma diferente de ser. Por que não agir como a borboleta que acreditou que não deveria se limitar a uma existência de lagarta e, hoje, trocou sua vida limitada pela liberdade de voar por entre as flores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Senhora da Lua&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/4767979751588591101-6483167205817383616?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/6483167205817383616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/nossos-medos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6483167205817383616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6483167205817383616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/08/nossos-medos.html' title='NOSSOS MEDOS'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9l6EBBa_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/OgaoHscLWwg/s72-c/summer_rosesLisa+Holley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-1509858694964605832</id><published>2010-06-22T17:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:03:40.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mRkHr-QDoo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mRkHr-QDoo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-1509858694964605832?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/1509858694964605832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/06/nicollas-comendo-manga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/1509858694964605832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/1509858694964605832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/06/nicollas-comendo-manga.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-6122760483483209979</id><published>2010-06-18T19:42:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:54:49.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mentir  é feio. Ou como  aprendemos desde pequenos, a honestidade é a melhor  política, a verdade  te libertará, eu cortei a cerejeira, que seja. O  fato é que mentir é  uma necessidade. A gente mente para si mesmo porque a  verdade... a  verdade dói pra caramba. Nao importa o quanto a gente  tente ignorar ou  negar, mas mais cedo ou mais tarde a mentira cai terra  abaixo, gostemos  ou não. Mas aqui vai a verdade sobre a verdade: ela  machuca. Então, a  gente mente. .A verdade em outro epi...A verdade é  dura. A verdade é  desagradável e, muitas vezes, ela machuca. Digo, as  pessoas acham que  querem a verdade. Mas será que elas realmente  querem?.A verdade é  dolorosa. Lá no fundo, ninguém quer escutá-la,  especialmente quando ela  toca numa ferida. Às vezes, falamos a verdade  porque ela é tudo que  podemos dar. Às vezes nós falamos a verdade porque  a gente precisa  ouví-la em voz alta, para a escutarmos por nós mesmos. E  às vezes  falamos a verdade porque simplesmente não conseguimos evitar.  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font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TBJ3HYBSW4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/WIY5toqS8ZE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TBJ3HYBSW4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/WIY5toqS8ZE/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me diz como é possível sentir isso por alguém que até a um tempinho atrás eu nem sabia que existia?Dois mundos não tão diferentes assim, e que mesmo assim se difere do resto do mundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu juro que lutei com todas as minhas forças, mas não adiantou, esse sentimento aqui dentro de mim não se explica não se motiva. Eu te dei o passe e você entrou, assim, desse jeito na minha vida. Eu te dei esse direito, o de se tornar o meu mundo, o meu ar, a minha visão a cada esquina os meus melhores sonhos, o meu amanhecer o meu entardecer Esse sentimento dentro de mim não requer explicações, não requer motivos. Ele apenas existe!Eu nem sei de onde ele veio... Eu não sei de nada. Você é a primeira e a ultima pessoa em meus pensamentos. Você é quem eu desejo desesperadamente, é exatamente o que eu quero, é por quem eu travo uma luta insana e diária com meus pensamentos, que muitas vezes chega ao ponto de me fazer duvidar de mim mesma. É você... A minha loucura insinuante de todos os dias, de todos os momentos... Sempre que eu desejo uma pessoa, essa pessoa é você. Você é a única pessoa responsável pelo que se passa aqui dentro e você não sabe disso. Você não imagina que meu maior desejo é viver dias perfeitos ao seu lado. Eu não espero que você me queira tanto quanto eu te quero, eu apenas espero que um dia você olhe em meus olhos por alguns segundos e perceba que esse alguém a quem eu me refiro é você. Quero fechar meus olhos e ver você, quero que você segure minha mão, quero agradecer por cada instante ao seu lado, quero pensar em você sempre. Quero que você perceba e queira também. Eu quero você pra toda a eternidade. Eu quero você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4767979751588591101-5617908334769837689?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/5617908334769837689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-carta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5617908334769837689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5617908334769837689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-carta.html' title='Uma carta'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TBJ3HYBSW4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/WIY5toqS8ZE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-9091621673112648930</id><published>2010-06-09T06:18:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:52:34.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9p-5UO0AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5_fP3SgR82o/s1600/Secret+Hideaway+JWright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9p-5UO0AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5_fP3SgR82o/s320/Secret+Hideaway+JWright.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cansada  de ter que as vezes ser o que não sou para agradar as pessoas.Cansada  de sorrir quando sinto uma enorme vontade de chorar, chorar até  extravasar ou secar minhas lágrimas, que luto para que não inundem o meu  rosto,por achar que não se vale a pena.Cansada de fingir sentir o que  não sinto e tantas vezes fingi apenas para agradar aqueles que,nunca se  importaram em saber se estavam me agradando. Cansada de dizer palavras  sinceras tão sinceras que mesmo assim foram duvidadas não acreditadas ou  simplesmente jogadas no lixo ou debochadas. cansada de ouvir e nunca  ser ouvida com a mesma atenção, com a mesma paciência, na maior boa  vontade que eu, quantas vezes sem que pudessem ver a tristeza que se  estampava em meus olhos por achar que devia ter feito mais ou quando  achava que havia fracassado em ajudar quem tanto precisava da minha  ajuda, para depois ganhar um beijo, o beijo da traição da falsidade, da  mediocridade, o beijo que arde e machuca. Cansada de viver brincando  fazendo brotar sorrisos dos lábios das pessoas ou arrancando boas  gargalhadas e ser tachada de engraçada.cansada de pessoas que não me  conhecem não convivem comigo, nunca me viram, dizer que fiz ou disse  isso ou aquilo,e na hora da satisfação a pessoa simplesmente coloca uma  cara de anjo e tira o corpo fora para não se afogar em suas próprias  acusações sem ter como se defender esquece da educação ou fingi esquecer  sem nem um pedido de desculpas de ambas as partes, a que disse a que  acreditou,simplesmente somem e se calam assustadoramente em uma atitude  covarde.&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/4767979751588591101-9091621673112648930?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/9091621673112648930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/06/cansada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/9091621673112648930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/9091621673112648930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/06/cansada.html' title='Cansada'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9p-5UO0AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5_fP3SgR82o/s72-c/Secret+Hideaway+JWright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-861547105919671782</id><published>2010-06-01T18:03:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:37:20.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos o belo sexo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não precisamos usar gravata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sentar de pernas cruzadas não dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se resolvermos exercer profissões&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;predominantes masculinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;somos pioneiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eles são GAYS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nossa inteligência&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é compatível com a de qualquer homem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a nossa parência é melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se matarmos alguém e provarmos que foi na TPM,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é atenuante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nosso cérebro dá conta do mesmo serviço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mesmo com 6 bilhões de neurônios a menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;( ou seja, nossos neurônios são mais eficientes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos capazes de prestar atenção&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a várias coisas ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mulher de presidente é primeira-dama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marido de Presidenta é um zero a esquerda,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mesmo que seja da direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se casarmos com o herdeiro do trono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;seremos rainhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se um homem se casa com a herdeira do trono,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; 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font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SOMOS MESMO MARAVILHOSAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4767979751588591101-220049248271135202?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/220049248271135202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/04/nos-somos-as-maravilhosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/220049248271135202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/220049248271135202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/04/nos-somos-as-maravilhosas.html' title='NÓS SOMOS AS MARAVILHOSAS'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9zYXTs5-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/XcYL2XkJQb0/s72-c/menina3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2379796006026099419</id><published>2010-04-18T04:14:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:52:49.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF94ayPyh6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/YoiVV2bi6Zc/s1600/images+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF94ayPyh6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/YoiVV2bi6Zc/s320/images+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Diz uma linda lenda árabe que dois amigos viajavam pelo deserto e em um determinado ponto da viagem discutiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O outro, ofendido, sem nada à dizer, escreveu na areia: HOJE, MEU MELHOR AMIGO ME BATEU NO ROSTO.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seguiram e chegaram a um oásis onde resolveram banhar-se. O que havia sido esbofeteado começou a afogar-se sendo salvo pelo amigo. Ao recuperar-se pegou um estilete e escreveu numa pedra:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOJE, MEU MELHOR AMIGO SALVOU-ME A VIDA. Intrigado, o amigo perguntou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que depois que te bati, você escreveu na areia e agora escreveu na pedra?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorrindo, o outro amigo respondeu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando um grande amigo nos ofende, devemos escrever na areia onde o vento do esquecimento e do perdão se encarregam de apagar; porém quando nos faz algo grandioso, devemos gravar na pedra da memória do coração onde vento nenhum do mundo p&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: yellow; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"&gt;oderá&lt;/span&gt; apagar "&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-2379796006026099419?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2379796006026099419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/04/diz-uma-linda-lenda-arabe-que-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2379796006026099419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2379796006026099419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/04/diz-uma-linda-lenda-arabe-que-dois.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF94ayPyh6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/YoiVV2bi6Zc/s72-c/images+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-7275126806393604092</id><published>2010-04-09T12:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:50:46.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coulrofobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É o termo psiquiátrico usado para designar o medo de palhaços. É comum entre crianças, e as vezes também ocorre com adolescentes e adultos. Às vezes o medo é adquirido após experiências traumáticas com um indivíduo singular, ou após ver algum palhaço ameaçador na mídia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ao depararem-se com algum indivíduo vestido de palhaço, os portadores dessa fobia têm ataques de pânico, perda de fôlego, arritmia cardíaca, suores e náusea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto um certo alívio por saber que não sou a única.&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/4767979751588591101-7275126806393604092?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/7275126806393604092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/04/coulrofobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7275126806393604092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7275126806393604092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/04/coulrofobia.html' title='Coulrofobia'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-6654924990329239051</id><published>2010-03-27T16:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:19:14.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S65Szy0Mq6I/AAAAAAAAATo/AC-0eA6D6XA/s1600/Isabella+Nardoni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S65Szy0Mq6I/AAAAAAAAATo/AC-0eA6D6XA/s320/Isabella+Nardoni.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Brilhará para sempre a nossa "&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;ESTRELINHA&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;JUSTIÇA É O MÍNIMO QUE VOCÊ MERECE.&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/4767979751588591101-6654924990329239051?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/6654924990329239051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/03/brilhara-para-sempre-nossa-estrelinha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6654924990329239051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/6654924990329239051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/03/brilhara-para-sempre-nossa-estrelinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S65Szy0Mq6I/AAAAAAAAATo/AC-0eA6D6XA/s72-c/Isabella+Nardoni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-4310636409940196147</id><published>2010-02-10T14:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:19:21.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S3Lzuapt31I/AAAAAAAAATg/z-3DgNp8IwY/s1600-h/PATRICK_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S1ACR0-y3RI/AAAAAAAAATU/T9mJKzBDu-s/s1600-h/Imagem2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S1ACR0-y3RI/AAAAAAAAATU/T9mJKzBDu-s/s200/Imagem2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não me tome como verdade absoluta, não sou um ser humano perfeito. Cometo erros, aprendo, sigo em frente. Sigo sonhando, sonhar é importante, porém estou sempre com um pé na realidade, por quê?Porque o sonho me dá oque a realidade me nega.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei o que quero da vida, sei onde encontrar o prazer que eu procuro, sei o que faz meu coração palpitar, abro os meus olhos e vejo, a minha vida faz sentido, e ainda assim me perco, na minha própria essência e, ainda procuro...tento me encontrar.Eu procuro respostas, sei que elas estão dentro de mim, cedo ou tarde ao despertar dos meus sentidos elas fluirão, transformando meu interior. Cada ser humano é responsável pela sua própria vida. Difícil encarar, mas as rédeas do destino pertencem a cada um apenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sou a dona das minhas ações, e não baixo a cabeça. Ao final quero que valha o que eu fui, e não o que foram por mim. E ainda assim me perco, na minha própria essência, e tento me encontrar...&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/4767979751588591101-3361146760904800060?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/3361146760904800060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-me-tome-como-verdade-absoluta-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3361146760904800060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3361146760904800060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-me-tome-como-verdade-absoluta-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S1ACR0-y3RI/AAAAAAAAATU/T9mJKzBDu-s/s72-c/Imagem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-3194326167619289100</id><published>2010-01-13T11:14:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:50:18.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor ou paixão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9vzmlyMGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZrsHNXOLnts/s1600/Boy+and+girl++Greg+Becker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9vzmlyMGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZrsHNXOLnts/s320/Boy+and+girl++Greg+Becker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amor e paixão são sentimentos que se confundem, pelo menos para muitos, para mim são muito diferentes.&amp;nbsp;Amor é como uma luva (macia suave e exige o encaixe perfeito) a paixão geralmente é desenfreada, fulminante, prazerosa e de pouca duração. A paixão também machuca deixa marcas, feridas que não cicatrizam, é assim exatamente que se percebe a quebra do encanto momentâneo, pois é exatamente isso que chamo de paixão (encanto momentâneo). O amor chega devagar, suave como a brisa da manha, descobrimos o amor aos poucos. Amor é conquista bilateral é doado é recebido é troca sem querer nada &lt;personname productid="em troca. Amor" w:st="on"&gt;em troca. Amor&lt;/personname&gt; é um abraço um toque um olhar um suspiro uma lembrança um querer. A paixão se desfaz, o amor é generoso é duradouro é coisa de alma, não se governa por extinto, acontece naturalmente e há confiança mútua.O amor espera o momento certo, não magoa não confunde, o amor respeita o tempo o espaço, se mostra de verdade.O amor é por mim determinado (transparente).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-3194326167619289100?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/3194326167619289100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/01/amor-ou-paixao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3194326167619289100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3194326167619289100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2010/01/amor-ou-paixao.html' title='Amor ou paixão?'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TF9vzmlyMGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZrsHNXOLnts/s72-c/Boy+and+girl++Greg+Becker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-8283349381731198836</id><published>2009-12-07T12:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:22:01.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/gifs/imagens/barrinhas/05.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="GOSTOU DESTE GIF? No site Belas Mensagens tem centenas! CLIQUE AQUI E CONFIRA" border="0" src="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/gifs/imagens/barrinhas/05.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Intimidade &lt;/span&gt;é expor o &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;, ou melhor, entregá-lo de bandeja. É algo que se &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;almeja&lt;/span&gt; é algo que se &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;teme&lt;/span&gt;. Desejar algo ou alguém que não se pode ter – &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;loucura&lt;/span&gt;. E essa historia de &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;amor verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;? Verdadeiro mesmo só o de mãe. Se &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;apaixonar&lt;/span&gt; pela pessoa certa é &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;esperteza&lt;/span&gt;, pela pessoa errada é &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;burrice&lt;/span&gt;, o certo é: Uma hora ou outra nós nos &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;apaixonamos &lt;/span&gt;e aceitamos os &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;riscos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viver sozinho não é &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt;, é &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;doloroso&lt;/span&gt;, por isso procuramos incessantemente &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;companhia&lt;/span&gt;, afinal, é “&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;impossível ser feliz sozinho&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="GOSTOU DESTE GIF? 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color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sw6ATNvqxgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bR4NhT6TFzk/s1600/Foto-0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sw6ATNvqxgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bR4NhT6TFzk/s320/Foto-0002.jpg" width="256" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ser feliz é sentir o sabor da água, a brisa no rosto, o cheiro da terra molhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É extrair das pequenas coisas grandes emocões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É encontrar todos os dias motivos para sorrir, mesmo se não existtirem grandes fatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É rir de suas proprias tolices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É não desitir de quem se ama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mesmo se houver decepções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ter amigos para repartir as lágrimas e dividir as alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ser um amigo do dia e um amante do sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É agradecer a Deus pelo espetaculo da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PARABÉNS, &amp;nbsp;MEU PEQUENO SAPECA, PELOS SEUS CINCO ANINHOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;TITIA TE AMA MUITO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO.&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/4767979751588591101-7159513520187098600?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/7159513520187098600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/11/ser-feliz-e-sentir-o-sabor-da-agua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7159513520187098600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7159513520187098600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/11/ser-feliz-e-sentir-o-sabor-da-agua.html' title='Parabéns Italo'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sw6ATNvqxgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bR4NhT6TFzk/s72-c/Foto-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-7867612943453015956</id><published>2009-10-25T17:22:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:43:53.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A beleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="GOSTOU DESTE GIF? No site Belas Mensagens tem centenas! CLIQUE AQUI E CONFIRA" src="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/gifs/imagens/barrinhas/06.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sou bela,ó mortais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como um sonho de pedra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E meu seio em que sempre o homem absorve a dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feito é para inspirar aos poetas este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Silencioso e eterno assim como a matéria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu impero no azul,esfinge singular;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alio o cisne branco,a um coração de neve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Odeio o movimento e a linha que o descreve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nem sei o que é rir,,nem sei o que é chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre o poeta,porém&amp;nbsp;à esta grande atitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu pareço copiar de uma estatua distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Força é que, dia dia,austero a ser,me estude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho para encantar este dócil amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pondo beleza em tudo,os mais puros cristais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu olhar,largo olhar de clarões eternais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="GOSTOU DESTE GIF? 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CLIQUE AQUI E CONFIRA" src="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/gifs/imagens/barrinhas/06.gif" /&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/4767979751588591101-7867612943453015956?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/7867612943453015956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/10/beleza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7867612943453015956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/7867612943453015956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/10/beleza.html' title='A beleza'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-1121064850212558047</id><published>2009-09-30T11:45:00.022-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:42:31.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vida se completa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aLPJP-MmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pCk0CYWzRX4/s1600-h/79.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aLPJP-MmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pCk0CYWzRX4/s320/79.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Ssn6KwKgUeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/zZb6Bu1Wumc/s1600-h/abraco1%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Ssn6KwKgUeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/zZb6Bu1Wumc/s320/abraco1%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No aconchego de um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No encanto de um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No barulho da chuva que cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No toque macio e suave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na doçura da criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No aperto de mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos olhares que se cruzam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na batida de um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No esplendor do por do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos pés que tocam o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No cheiro de flores molhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na palavra que traz a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No sonho que se realiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No amor incondicional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nas cores do arco Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na força da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No canto saudoso de um pássaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na emoção a flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No segredo de cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No pedido de perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na riqueza de detalhes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No poder da emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A verdadeira felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aLPJP-MmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pCk0CYWzRX4/s1600-h/79.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aLPJP-MmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pCk0CYWzRX4/s320/79.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4767979751588591101-1121064850212558047?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/1121064850212558047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-vida-se-completa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/1121064850212558047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/1121064850212558047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-vida-se-completa.html' title='Minha vida se completa'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aLPJP-MmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pCk0CYWzRX4/s72-c/79.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-724404883854825812</id><published>2009-09-21T14:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:34:39.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aMfkMW2HI/AAAAAAAAATE/0LlGyP4_ygU/s1600-h/39.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aMfkMW2HI/AAAAAAAAATE/0LlGyP4_ygU/s320/39.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383977856184849202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sre7Vax3kzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cOhtFdumzeg/s400/olhos-azuis2.jpg" style="height: 400px; width: 340px;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;TEM COISA MAIS LINDINHA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aMfkMW2HI/AAAAAAAAATE/0LlGyP4_ygU/s1600-h/39.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aMfkMW2HI/AAAAAAAAATE/0LlGyP4_ygU/s320/39.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4767979751588591101-724404883854825812?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/724404883854825812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/09/tem-coisa-mais-linda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/724404883854825812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/724404883854825812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/09/tem-coisa-mais-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/S0aMfkMW2HI/AAAAAAAAATE/0LlGyP4_ygU/s72-c/39.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-5774887858115815332</id><published>2009-07-20T18:09:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:39:17.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples Assim...I miss you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513859010794&amp;amp;site=widget-ea.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" style="height: 262px; width: 350px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;18 de Julho de 2009,23 horas e 30 minutos, eu estou aqui no quarto,vendo uns vídeos de Grey’s Anatomy e pensando,relembrando coisas especiais que ocorreram em minha vida. Lembrei de você. Lembra dos motivos que nos puseram frente a frente mesmo à milhares de quilômetros de distancia?La Lola, Grey’s Anatomy entre muitos outros, a amizade foi se formando mesmo sem rostos, sem toque, sem voz, a amizade foi se formando e crescendo... Crescendo e se firmando. Apenas coincidêcia de gostarmos das mesmas coisas e termos princípios parecidos?Acho que não!Foi mais que isso, mais que Grey’s, mas que Lola. Acho que foi tudo planejado, não por nos, mas por alguém lá de cima, a força maior, o amor maior. Sabia Ele que eu precisava, então Ele fez acontecer. Daí rostos, toque, vozes, apenas detalhes firmados. Te conhecer foi um dos momentos mais especiais que guardo na lembrança,guardo bem dentro do coração, num cantinho que reservei especialmente pra você,lá onde guardo meus maiores tesouros.Guardo nesse cantinho,cada jesto,cada sorriso,cada abraço,cada gota de saudade cada palavra.Afinal, juntas já compartilhamos risos,lágrimas de alegrias e tristezas,gargalhadas,historias e mais historias que compõe a nossa amizade.Foi tão simples como tudo aconteceu,que nem precisa de palavras grandes, complicadas, ou palavras bonitas pra explicar,basta que saia daqui de dentro,de dentro do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta um Simples :&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As coisas mais prazerosas e simples da vida são totalmente grátis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segunda é o nosso dia...Dia do amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu te i love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4767979751588591101-5774887858115815332?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/5774887858115815332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/18-de-julho-de-200923-horas-e-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5774887858115815332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5774887858115815332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/18-de-julho-de-200923-horas-e-30.html' title='Simples Assim...I miss you!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-4393596660303583075</id><published>2009-07-20T17:38:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:38:53.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SmTj55L5GmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_ojhmKz2R3A/s1600-h/ANQ7C3KCACPHA1MCAZ2JE8QCA2DR3QZCACHMADXCARQ0N3WCAB077OJCAFI4PV2CA21EIRTCAMHR78KCAO472I0CAG3CF2XCAYAW7HMCAR3A89JCAQWH76XCABGDJ7JCAOP1C1ZCA61DAZ5CA0JI5Y7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360660040220482146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SmTj55L5GmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_ojhmKz2R3A/s320/ANQ7C3KCACPHA1MCAZ2JE8QCA2DR3QZCACHMADXCARQ0N3WCAB077OJCAFI4PV2CA21EIRTCAMHR78KCAO472I0CAG3CF2XCAYAW7HMCAR3A89JCAQWH76XCABGDJ7JCAOP1C1ZCA61DAZ5CA0JI5Y7.jpg" style="display: block; height: 86px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 127px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olha-me com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Segura a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Desejo intenso&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sente que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Tira a minha roupa&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Despe-me sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Decifra-me inteira&lt;br /&gt;Desejo intenso&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-4393596660303583075?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/4393596660303583075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/olha-me-com-paixao-segura-minha-mao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4393596660303583075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4393596660303583075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/olha-me-com-paixao-segura-minha-mao.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SmTj55L5GmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_ojhmKz2R3A/s72-c/ANQ7C3KCACPHA1MCAZ2JE8QCA2DR3QZCACHMADXCARQ0N3WCAB077OJCAFI4PV2CA21EIRTCAMHR78KCAO472I0CAG3CF2XCAYAW7HMCAR3A89JCAQWH76XCABGDJ7JCAOP1C1ZCA61DAZ5CA0JI5Y7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-5227087352069142056</id><published>2009-07-17T13:33:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:38:39.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Determinismo Revisitado"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Fui ao meu psiquiatra-para ser psicanalisado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esperando que ele pudesse me dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;por que esmurrei ambos os olhos do meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ele me fez deitar em seu sofá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;para ver o que poderia descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eis o que ele pescou do meu subconsciente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando eu tinha um ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mamãe trancou minha bonequinha num baú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E por isso é natural que eu esteja sempre bêbada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um dia, quando eu tinha dois anos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;vi papai beijar a empregada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora sofro de cleptomania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando eu tinha três anos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;senti amor e ódio por meus irmãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É exatamente por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que espanco todos os meus amantes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora estou tão feliz por ter aprendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;essas lições que me foram ensinadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De que tudo o que faço de errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é culpa de alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que tenho vontade de gritar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viva Sigmund Freud!"&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/4767979751588591101-5227087352069142056?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/5227087352069142056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/determinismo-revisitado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5227087352069142056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5227087352069142056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/determinismo-revisitado.html' title='&quot;Determinismo Revisitado&quot;'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2310011496936926021</id><published>2009-07-14T15:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:44:38.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Linduxas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SlzNnGIEh4I/AAAAAAAAALo/BYqPRtOVV_8/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358383728207103874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SlzNnGIEh4I/AAAAAAAAALo/BYqPRtOVV_8/s400/DSC01941.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;olha nós aí...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-2310011496936926021?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2310011496936926021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/linduxas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2310011496936926021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2310011496936926021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/07/linduxas.html' title='Linduxas'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SlzNnGIEh4I/AAAAAAAAALo/BYqPRtOVV_8/s72-c/DSC01941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-514761239451527383</id><published>2009-06-27T08:47:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:38:19.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SklDAm_gapI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YjhPbSymTxU/s1600-h/MichaelJacksonDancando2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352883309852519058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SklDAm_gapI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YjhPbSymTxU/s400/MichaelJacksonDancando2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 272px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1958 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haverá um tempo em que ouviremos um chamado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando o mundo deverá se juntar como um só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há pessoas morrendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é tempo de emprestar uma mão para a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse é o maior presente de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós não podemos continuar fingindo todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que alguém, em algum lugar, irá em breve fazer a diferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós somos todos parte da grande família de deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a verdade, você sabeAmor é tudo o que precisamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós somos o mundo, nós somos as crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós somos aqueles que criamos um dia mais brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então vamos começar doando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É uma escolha que estamos fazendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estamos salvando nossas próprias vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É verdade que nós vamos criar um dia melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Envie a eles seu coração, então eles saberão que alguém se importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E suas vidas serão mais fortes e livres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim como deus nos mostrou transformando pedras em pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então todos devemos dar uma mão para ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós somos o mundo, nós somos as crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós somos aqueles que criamos um dia mais brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então vamos começar doando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É uma escolha que estamos fazendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estamos salvando nossas próprias vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É verdade que nós vamos criar um dia melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando você está pra baixo, parece que não há esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas se você simplesmente acreditar que não há chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nós poderemos cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixe-nos mostrar que uma chance só pode vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando ficarmos todos juntos como um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós somos o mundo, nós somos as crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós somos aqueles que criamos um dia mais brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então vamos começar doando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É uma escolha que estamos fazendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estamos salvando nossas próprias vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É verdade que nós vamos criar um dia melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É desse Michael que me lembro...&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/4767979751588591101-514761239451527383?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/514761239451527383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/06/ele-queria-ser-pra-sempre-meninomorreu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/514761239451527383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/514761239451527383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/06/ele-queria-ser-pra-sempre-meninomorreu.html' title='MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SklDAm_gapI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YjhPbSymTxU/s72-c/MichaelJacksonDancando2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-5313159102434726245</id><published>2009-06-12T13:28:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:37:35.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cúmplices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350010041965946114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sj8NyaAnJQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uR_0UMziGjQ/s200/Meredith-Derek-greys-anatomy-2373048-1024-768.jpg" style="float: left; height: 164px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Busquei em rostos e sorrisos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Procurei em festas e florestas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Percorri caminhos e trilhas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quando pensei que não mais encontraria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A minha alma gêmea a minha felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eis que surgiu em minha frente o motivo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minha busca, e como uma criança pura e inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me entreguei por completo a você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que como um anjo celestial iluminou a minha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estrada renovando em mim um novo espírito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ensinando-me a difícil arte do amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Juntos vivemos todas as emoções possíveis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crescemos com nossos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Compartilhando tristezas e alegrias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não Somos apenas mais um casal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas amigos, amantes, cúmplices e namorados&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Autora:Erika de Lazari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4767979751588591101-5313159102434726245?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/5313159102434726245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5313159102434726245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5313159102434726245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Cúmplices'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sj8NyaAnJQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uR_0UMziGjQ/s72-c/Meredith-Derek-greys-anatomy-2373048-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-4125464368342277809</id><published>2009-06-04T13:59:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:32:33.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu pudesse parar o tempo! Se pudesse simplesmente voltar no tempo! Eu buscaria as emoções que deixei passar por mim sem perceber! Se eu pudesse não me preocupar com os limites que a vida impõe! Ah se eu pudesse! Eu buscaria a voz que deixei calar por medo, buscaria a calmaria que precisei e não tive, eu iria contra pensamentos vazios, sanaria saudades que reprimi, eu veria o por do sol mais veses, andaria mais devagar, pediria respostas, eu não deixaria pra depois, cuidaria mais de mim, e meus desejos não mais seriam apenas desejos! Se eu pudesse parar o tempo? Te daria aquele abraço, eu sorriria pra você, choraria com você, eu diria exatamente o você quis ouvir e eu não disse, nem sei porque! Eu não te magoaria, não te deixaria só, não te deixaria partir, eu te diria olá, e você devolveria o brilho dos meus olhos! Eu correria atrás! Eu diria o quanto vale um sorriso seu, através de um sorriso meu! Se eu pudesse parar o tempo?Ah se eu pudesse!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SigHr7j3mFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Rg9CF3h3kjo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343529409178998866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SigHr7j3mFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Rg9CF3h3kjo/s200/images.jpg" style="height: 84px; width: 103px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-4125464368342277809?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/4125464368342277809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4125464368342277809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/4125464368342277809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo.html' title='Tempo!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SigHr7j3mFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Rg9CF3h3kjo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-5757403552425992616</id><published>2009-05-23T15:15:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:32:10.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/ShhAoStH07I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wOQsLabLmbQ/s1600-h/aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339088419207762866" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/ShhAoStH07I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wOQsLabLmbQ/s320/aniversario.jpg" style="display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 172px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FAZER ANIVERSÁRIO É,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OLHAR PRA TRÁS COM GRATIDÃO,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E PRA FRENTE COM FÉ!!!&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/4767979751588591101-5757403552425992616?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/5757403552425992616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/fazer-aniversario-e-olhar-pra-tras-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5757403552425992616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5757403552425992616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/fazer-aniversario-e-olhar-pra-tras-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/ShhAoStH07I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wOQsLabLmbQ/s72-c/aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-3120549193171878873</id><published>2009-05-20T16:33:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:31:14.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Noite passada eu tive um sonho,sabe aqueles sonhos estranhos, difíceis de decifrar?Pois então,foi mais ou menos isso,eu sabia que teria de tomar uma decisão depois daquela experiência, e eu sabia que exatamente naquele momento eu estava sendo tocada por Deus de tal forma que somente ele poderia explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi exatamente o que aconteceu, na hora em que eu despertei daquele sonho eu tive que tomar a decisão,e tomei.Fiz exatamente o contrario do que estava planejado para acontecer no dia seguinte,eu disse sim ao não,e não fiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E como que por milagre, mais uma vez em minha vida,tudo o que me afligia não existia mais,tudo se resolveu, e agora eu preciso voltar pra minha historia e continuar exatamente do ponto em que parei...Preciso enxugar as lágrimas de quem sofre por me ver sofrer,e mais ainda por não está perto.Afinal de contas:Todo milagre de Deus, precisa também fazer milagres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei que meus olhos vão expor a tristeza de meu coração por deixar pra traz um certo alguém que também é um pequeno milagre em minha vida,mas a gente tem que continuar, e seguir em frente.Sei que esse alguém volta pra minha vida,ou melhor,esse alguém nunca vai sair da minha vida...E sei também que algum dia estaremos juntas novamente,e não sofrerei mais,e terei tempo pra ser feliz e pra fazer feliz.&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/4767979751588591101-3120549193171878873?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/3120549193171878873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/mais-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3120549193171878873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3120549193171878873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/mais-uma-vez.html' title='Mais uma vez'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-1916573915227812408</id><published>2009-05-20T13:26:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:30:53.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saudades do teu jeitinho doce,do teu olhar penetrante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adoro quando você vem correndo pra mim, me sinto importante...Quero muito voltar a curtir contigo aquela nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gostosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; matinal,saber que você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vai levantar depois que eu levantar,mesmo que você esteja doida pra ver o raiar do dia, sem mim sei que você não vai, não tem a mesma energia, a mesma mágica sem mim.Você me ama, eu sei...e eu nem preciso dizer que também amo você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!!!Adoro quando você aparece do nada, me dando aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sustão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Adoro ver a tua felicidade quando está perto de mim,sua euforia é contagiante e me encanta saber que faço parte dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AMO VOCÊ MINHA DINDINHA...&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/4767979751588591101-1916573915227812408?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/1916573915227812408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/1916573915227812408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/1916573915227812408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudades.html' title='Saudades!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-8355419754299672180</id><published>2009-05-18T12:55:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:30:36.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/ShGJL8CsisI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lrxaOJwTTIM/s1600-h/SDC14212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337197871599749826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/ShGJL8CsisI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lrxaOJwTTIM/s400/SDC14212.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No olhar de uma Criança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É nele que encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A moradia da paz, da esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor no sentido verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um futuro, tranqüilo, e sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Observe quantos segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existem no olhar de uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parecem tanto nos conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo sem algo dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podem levar-nos aos prantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chegam a desnudar nossas almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mostram nossas imperfeições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nossas falhas, erros e emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tristezas tão bem escondidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No fundo de nossos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Penso eu que se uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soubesse expressar sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diria-nos neste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não vale a pena viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De um passado sofrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viva de alegrias, de festas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De fantasias esqueça a melancolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viva a vida com prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prazer de poder enxergar,Ouvir, falar, caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Provar das gotas amargas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que um dia poderão adoçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero ser uma eterna criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não viver de amargas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Festejar cada novo amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preocupar-me com o acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E em doces braços adormecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O OCEANO É APENAS UMA GOTA,DIANTE DO AMOR QUE SINTO POR VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-8355419754299672180?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/8355419754299672180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-olhar-de-uma-crianca-e-nele-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/8355419754299672180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/8355419754299672180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-olhar-de-uma-crianca-e-nele-que.html' title='Seu olhar...'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/ShGJL8CsisI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lrxaOJwTTIM/s72-c/SDC14212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2965135098011320114</id><published>2009-05-11T20:29:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:26:38.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou cansada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SgsVkUEPo7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UxAsDlCVaI8/s1600-h/fh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335381897156469682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SgsVkUEPo7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UxAsDlCVaI8/s200/fh.bmp" style="float: left; height: 59px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 81px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cansada de ter que as vezes ser o que não sou para agradar as pessoas.Cansada de sorrir quando sinto uma enorme vontade de chorar, chorar até extravasar ou secar minhas lágrimas, que luto para que não inundem o meu rosto,por achar que não se vale a pena.Cansada de fingir sentir o que não sinto e tantas vezes fingi apenas para agradar aqueles que,nunca se importaram em saber se estavam me agradando. Cansada de dizer palavras sinceras tão sinceras que mesmo assim foram duvidadas não acreditadas ou simplesmente jogadas no lixo ou debochadas. cansada de ouvir e nunca ser ouvida com a mesma atenção, com a mesma paciência, na maior boa vontade que eu, quantas vezes sem que pudessem ver a tristeza que se estampava em meus olhos por achar que devia ter feito mais ou quando achava que havia fracassado em ajudar quem tanto precisava da minha ajuda, para depois ganhar um beijo, o beijo da traição da falsidade, da mediocridade, o beijo que arde e machuca. Cansada de viver brincando fazendo brotar sorrisos dos lábios das pessoas ou arrancando boas gargalhadas e ser tachada de engraçada.cansada de pessoas que não me conhecem não convivem comigo, nunca me viram, dizer que fiz ou disse isso ou aquilo,e na hora da satisfação a pessoa simplesmente coloca uma cara de anjo e tira o corpo fora para não se afogar em suas próprias acusações sem ter como se defender esquece da educação ou fingi esquecer sem nem um pedido de desculpas de ambas as partes, a que disse a que acreditou,simplesmente somem e se calam assustadoramente em uma atitude covarde.&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/4767979751588591101-2965135098011320114?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2965135098011320114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/estou-cansada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2965135098011320114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2965135098011320114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/estou-cansada.html' title='Estou cansada!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SgsVkUEPo7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UxAsDlCVaI8/s72-c/fh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-3176044799787914618</id><published>2009-05-08T12:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:25:53.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Erros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na vida uma coisa é certa, além da morte e dos impostos...Não importa o quanto você tente, não importa se são boas as suas intenções, você cometerá erros...Você irá machucar pessoas e se machucar...E se algum dia você quiser se recuperar há apenas uma coisa que pode ser dita...Perdoar e esquecer...É isso que dizem por aí, é um bom conselho, mas não muito prático...Quando alguém nos machuca, queremos machucá-los de volta...Quando alguém erra conosco, queremos estar certos...Sem perdão, antigos placares nunca empatam, velhas feridas nunca fecham, e o máximo que podemos fazer é esperar que um dia tenhamos a sorte de esquecer. &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/4767979751588591101-3176044799787914618?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/3176044799787914618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/erros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3176044799787914618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3176044799787914618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/erros.html' title='Erros...'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-451822592062460014</id><published>2009-05-08T11:53:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:25:05.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de fada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SgRKK5PNMQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lhgHHhbj7Lc/s1600-h/14504-2009-01-18-16_59_24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333469409737257218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SgRKK5PNMQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lhgHHhbj7Lc/s200/14504-2009-01-18-16_59_24_1.jpg" style="float: left; height: 175px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 154px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe quando você era criança e acreditava em contos de fadas? Aquela fantasia do que sua vida seria, vestido branco, príncipe encantado que ia te carregar pra um castelo numa montanha? E você deitava na cama à noite e fechava seus olhos e acreditava completamente. Papai Noel, a Fada dos Dentes, Príncipe Encantado, eles estavam tão perto que você podia senti-los, mas então você cresce, um dia você abre os olhos e o conto de fadas desaparece. A maioria das pessoas se apóiam nas coisas e pessoas em quem confiam. Mas o fato é que é difícil largar totalmente do conto de fadas porque quase todo mundo tem um pouquinho de esperança, ou fé, que um dia vai abrir os olhos e tudo vai ser verdade " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-451822592062460014?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/451822592062460014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabe-quando-voce-era-crianca-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/451822592062460014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/451822592062460014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabe-quando-voce-era-crianca-e.html' title='Contos de fada!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SgRKK5PNMQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lhgHHhbj7Lc/s72-c/14504-2009-01-18-16_59_24_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-3450662369029349408</id><published>2009-05-04T13:34:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:24:41.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso sincero vale mais que mil palavras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sf8aVFW2r8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/CRO0NfmC8D0/s1600-h/SDC13123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332009433347567554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sf8aVFW2r8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/CRO0NfmC8D0/s200/SDC13123.JPG" style="display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto a falta de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que o que mais queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&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/4767979751588591101-3450662369029349408?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/3450662369029349408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-sorriso-sincero-vale-mais-que-mil.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3450662369029349408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/3450662369029349408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-sorriso-sincero-vale-mais-que-mil.html' title='Um sorriso sincero vale mais que mil palavras!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sf8aVFW2r8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/CRO0NfmC8D0/s72-c/SDC13123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-5139735820457999015</id><published>2009-04-30T11:18:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:23:52.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLESMENTE A MELHOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SftDnlDhbcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/X33f7EylpRA/s1600-h/lk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330928931163958722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SftDnlDhbcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/X33f7EylpRA/s200/lk.bmp" style="float: right; height: 178px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Sfs__IXf1sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9pptSJcQEhk/s1600-h/008.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem momentos em nossas vidas, que jamais poderiam ser resumidos em simples palavras.Ao longo desses anos fui aprendendo a te admirar mais e mais,você desperta em mim o verdadeiro amor, você me fez acreditar no verdadeiro sentido da vida.Você foi ao longo desses anos à pessoa que mais me ouviu,a amiga e mãe, que mais soube dos meus medos e das alegrias que tive, participou intensamente do meu crescimento e me ajudou a tomar as decisões mais difíceis. Sem dúvida alguma você é a pessoa que mais me conhece e por isso quero abrir o meu coração e dizer como estou feliz em participar do seu aniversário,mesmo que eu esteja tão longe de você nesse momento.Quero que a minha alegria transceda as barreiras da distancia e chegue até seu coração. Pra você mãe,meu mais puro e sincero amor e toda a gratidão que tenho pelas coisas que fez durante esses anos, espero estar sempre ao seu lado e poder retribuir cada palavra e gesto de carinho que dedicou a mim,Você é a melhor mãe do mundo. &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;Feliz aniversário!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te amo mãe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-5139735820457999015?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/5139735820457999015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/existem-momentos-em-nossas-vidas-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5139735820457999015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/5139735820457999015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/existem-momentos-em-nossas-vidas-que.html' title='SIMPLESMENTE A MELHOR...'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SftDnlDhbcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/X33f7EylpRA/s72-c/lk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2589727206941921730</id><published>2009-04-24T15:41:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:21:26.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a Verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mentir é feio. Ou como aprendemos desde pequenos, a honestidade é a melhor política, a verdade te libertará, eu cortei a cerejeira, que seja. O fato é que mentir é uma necessidade. A gente mente para si mesmo porque a verdade... a verdade dói pra caramba. Nao importa o quanto a gente tente ignorar ou negar, mas mais cedo ou mais tarde a mentira cai terra abaixo, gostemos ou não. Mas aqui vai a verdade sobre a verdade: ela machuca. Então, a gente mente. .A verdade em outro epi...A verdade é dura. A verdade é desagradável e, muitas vezes, ela machuca. Digo, as pessoas acham que querem a verdade. Mas será que elas realmente querem?.A verdade é dolorosa. Lá no fundo, ninguém quer escutá-la, especialmente quando ela toca numa ferida. Às vezes, falamos a verdade porque ela é tudo que podemos dar. Às vezes nós falamos a verdade porque a gente precisa ouví-la em voz alta, para a escutarmos por nós mesmos. E às vezes falamos a verdade porque simplesmente não conseguimos evitar. Às vezes, nós falamos verdades porque é o mínimo que devemos a elas.&lt;br /&gt;Mentir é feio. Ou como aprendemos desde pequenos,a honestidade é a melhor política, a verdade te libertará, eu cortei a cerejeira, que seja. O fato é que mentir é uma necessidade. A gente mente para si mesmo porque a verdade... a verdade dói pra caramba. Nao importa o quanto a gente tente ignorar ou negar, mas mais cedo ou mais tarde a mentira cai terra abaixo, gostemos ou não. Mas aqui vai a verdade sobre a verdade: ela machuca. Então, a gente mente. .A verdade em outro epi...A verdade é dura. A verdade é desagradável e, muitas vezes, ela machuca. Digo, as pessoas acham que querem a verdade. Mas será que elas realmente querem?.A verdade é dolorosa. Lá no fundo, ninguém quer escutá-la, especialmente quando ela toca numa ferida. Às vezes, falamos a verdade porque ela é tudo que podemos dar. Às vezes nós falamos a verdade porque a gente precisa ouví-la em voz alta, para a escutarmos por nós mesmos. E às vezes falamos a verdade porque simplesmente não conseguimos evitar. Às vezes, nós falamos verdades porque é o mínimo que devemos a elas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-2589727206941921730?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2589727206941921730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobre-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2589727206941921730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2589727206941921730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobre-verdade.html' title='Sobre a Verdade...'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-238114538351584731</id><published>2009-04-22T14:30:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:20:58.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmvhVy6toI/AAAAAAAAAGY/igoG376xaFg/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%83%C2%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484621290944130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmvhVy6toI/AAAAAAAAAGY/igoG376xaFg/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" style="float: left; height: 149px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Se9W5cEw2dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PblZ9YYeO1w/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%83%C2%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ao final do dia, quando tudo termina, tudo que a gente mais quer é estar perto de alguém. Então essa coisa onde a gente mantém distância e finge não se importar com os outros é geralmente uma besteirada. Então nós escolhemos aqueles que queremos permanecer próximos e, uma vez que escolhemos tais pessoas, tendemos a manter contato. Não importa o quanto machuquemos elas, as pessoas que ainda estão contigo ao final do dia são aquelas que se vale a pena manter. E, claro, às vezes próximo pode ser próximo demais. Mas, às vezes, aquela invasão de espaço pessoal pode ser exatamente aquilo que você precisa."&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/4767979751588591101-238114538351584731?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/238114538351584731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-final-do-dia-quando-tudo-termina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/238114538351584731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/238114538351584731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-final-do-dia-quando-tudo-termina.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmvhVy6toI/AAAAAAAAAGY/igoG376xaFg/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2499463028049872935</id><published>2009-04-22T14:22:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:20:34.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca deixe para amanha o que você pode fazer hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmtGlKJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rWPvCaDpMr0/s1600-h/pinguim_joselito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481962535214850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmtGlKJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rWPvCaDpMr0/s200/pinguim_joselito.jpg" style="float: right; height: 139px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há uns duzentos anos atrás, Benjamin Franklin compartilhou o segredo de seu sucesso com o mundo. Ele disse:"Nunca deixe para amanhã o que você pode fazer hoje".Esse é o cara que descobriu a eletricidade. Então é normal achar que a maioria de nós iria ouvir o que ele fala.Eu não tenho idéia do porque a gente fica adiando as coisas... Mas se eu tivesse que chutar, diria que tem muito a ver com o Medo.Medo do fracasso.Medo da dor.Medo da rejeição.Às vezes, o Medo é de apenas tomar uma decisão, porque...E se você estiver errado?E se você cometer um erro que não dá pra desfazer?Seja lá do que a gente tem medo, uma coisa é sempre verdade: com o tempo, a dor de não ter tomado uma atitude fica pior do que o medo de agir.Todos nós já ouvimos os provérbios, os filósofos, os nossos avós nos falando para não perdermos tempo, aqueles poetas chatos clamando para gente "aproveitar o dia".Ainda assim, às vezes a gente tem que pagar para ver.Temos que cometer nossos próprios erros.Temos que aprender nossas próprias lições.Temos que varrer as possibilidades do hoje pra debaixo do tapete do amanhã até não podermos mais.Até que a gente compreenda por si só o que Benjamin Franklin quis dizer:Que o saber é melhor que o ponderar,Que o despertar é melhor que o sonhar,e que mesmo a maior falha, mesmo o pior erro possível,é melhor do que nunca tentar nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767979751588591101-2499463028049872935?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2499463028049872935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-deixe-para-amanha-o-que-voce-pode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2499463028049872935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2499463028049872935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-deixe-para-amanha-o-que-voce-pode.html' title='Nunca deixe para amanha o que você pode fazer hoje!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmtGlKJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rWPvCaDpMr0/s72-c/pinguim_joselito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-855029682070448886</id><published>2009-04-17T14:15:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:20:08.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CICATRIZES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmqZ0YWZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d3LXrrHQMxY/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330478994503919602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmqZ0YWZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d3LXrrHQMxY/s200/1.bmp" style="float: left; height: 175px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 185px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfH35s6BN1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/iahMRY0pR-Q/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"As pessoas possuem cicatrizes, em todos os tipos de lugares inesperados, como mapas secretos de suas historias pessoais. Diagramas de suas velhas feridas. A maioria de nossas feridas podem sarar, deixando nada além de uma cicatriz. Mas algumas não curam. Algumas feridas podemos carregar conosco a todos os lugares, e embora o corte já não esteja mais presente há muito, a dor ainda permanece.O que é pior, novas feridas que são horrivelmente dolorosas ou velhas feridas que deviam ter sarado anos atrás, mas nunca o fizeram? Talvez velhas feridas nos ensinem algo. Elas nos lembram onde estivemos e o que superamos. Nos ensinam lições sobre o que evitar no futuro. É como gostamos de pensar. Mas não é o que acontece, é? Algumas coisas nós apenas temos que aprender de novo, e de novo, e de novo... " &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/4767979751588591101-855029682070448886?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/855029682070448886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/cicatrizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/855029682070448886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/855029682070448886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2009/04/cicatrizes.html' title='CICATRIZES!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmqZ0YWZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d3LXrrHQMxY/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767979751588591101.post-2154174183127756828</id><published>2008-11-20T13:17:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:15:08.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmxrNw89pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lzT5U_F1ioA/s1600-h/OgAAAAzv_DJls1S-k3GUeNMaV5JI3ZoiZ82G2l0wc4O_JTHVR8GN8Bfx2SkTabct3vdnv4QCeJ8UlQtzwwmY1ANZnhQAm1T1ULYicMbxLgtuKulgENDpBu3a4cnf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330486989957166738" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmxrNw89pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lzT5U_F1ioA/s200/OgAAAAzv_DJls1S-k3GUeNMaV5JI3ZoiZ82G2l0wc4O_JTHVR8GN8Bfx2SkTabct3vdnv4QCeJ8UlQtzwwmY1ANZnhQAm1T1ULYicMbxLgtuKulgENDpBu3a4cnf.jpg" style="display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/Se9QeGZVlXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/resKyzYe-AY/s1600-h/OgAAAAzv_DJls1S-k3GUeNMaV5JI3ZoiZ82G2l0wc4O_JTHVR8GN8Bfx2SkTabct3vdnv4QCeJ8UlQtzwwmY1ANZnhQAm1T1ULYicMbxLgtuKulgENDpBu3a4cnf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;OBRIGADA POR SER TÃO ESPECIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;POUCAS PESSOAS QUE PASSARAM NA MINHA VIDA SE TORNARAM ASSIM TÃO ESPECIAL.VOCÊ É IMPAR...UNICA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; OBRIGADA POR EXISTIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; PELA ATENÇÃO QUE NOS DEDICA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; POR SER ASSIM...SIMPLESMENTE VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; PARABÉNS PELO SEU DIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; TE GOSTO PRA CARAMMMMMMMMMMMMBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; BJOSSSSSS...BJOSSSSSSSSSSS... MUITOS BJOSSSSSSSSS NO CORAÇÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4767979751588591101-2154174183127756828?l=simpliscidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2154174183127756828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2008/11/obrigada-por-ser-to-especial.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2154174183127756828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767979751588591101/posts/default/2154174183127756828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpliscidades.blogspot.com/2008/11/obrigada-por-ser-to-especial.html' title='FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!'/><author><name>Miri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/TPeqgVDlGaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KmenbpFDk54/S220/Img00035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0A_1U8LNpk/SfmxrNw89pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lzT5U_F1ioA/s72-c/OgAAAAzv_DJls1S-k3GUeNMaV5JI3ZoiZ82G2l0wc4O_JTHVR8GN8Bfx2SkTabct3vdnv4QCeJ8UlQtzwwmY1ANZnhQAm1T1ULYicMbxLgtuKulgENDpBu3a4cnf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
