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Galera vocês devem ter percebido a demora para os novos post aqui no blog. Bom infelizmente o Gabriel e eu estamos meio enrolados e sem "tempo" para estar atualizando constantemente. Iremos procurar umas brechas pra poder estar ainda postando e não deixar o blog abandonado....Tomaremos alguma providência.Abraços a todos!!

</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/7096478104146007676/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/11/mode-busy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/7096478104146007676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/7096478104146007676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/11/mode-busy.html" title="Mode: BUSY" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JztNbws7jnQ/TGR4s35p8TI/AAAAAAAAACs/vpD_IoQzP3Q/s72-c/pause.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BSX4-fSp7ImA9Wx5aE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-5977368001588818906</id><published>2010-11-10T01:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:14:18.055-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-10T01:14:18.055-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Mantenham a casa arrumada</title><summary>
Galera, essa semana minha mãezona resolveu fazer uma visita e de cara ela já assustou com a bagunça. Isso é normal para um apto com 3 homens e apenas 1 mulher (que tenta manter a ordem).. bem, não preciso nem dizer se ela conseguiu pela reação da mãe aí. (rsrsrs). Infelizmente ela não chegou no dia em que tudo esta arrumado (sempre quando a empregada limpa). E por que eu estou contando essa </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/5977368001588818906/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/11/mantenham-casa-arrumada.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/5977368001588818906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/5977368001588818906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/11/mantenham-casa-arrumada.html" title="Mantenham a casa arrumada" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TNoLNIrZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9n2fuGC9aEA/s72-c/2195004810_27c4b9e1c7_b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEHR3g7eSp7ImA9Wx5aEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1436555429813441492</id><published>2010-11-08T10:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:17:16.601-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-08T10:17:16.601-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tirinhas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Nem tudo é música...</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1436555429813441492/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/11/nem-tudo-e-musica.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1436555429813441492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1436555429813441492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/11/nem-tudo-e-musica.html" title="Nem tudo é música..." /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TNfpjQzEC5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ua7YQ7Fdhi0/s72-c/4444715826_657f6ecffd_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCRn47fSp7ImA9Wx5bEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-8533879579487381219</id><published>2010-10-28T00:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:54:27.005-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-28T00:54:27.005-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>O que você vai contar para seus netos?</title><summary>
Finalmente um novo post para o blog. Demorou mas saiu.Dessa vez caros leitores irei falar de um assunto bem legal ao qual ontem surgiu em uma conversa com um brother.Pequenas coisas que fazemos mas que sempre estarão na memória, que com certeza marcaram nossas vidas, são coisas que com o passar do tempo você imagina contando em uma roda de amigos, ou quem sabe para os seus netos. Assim como </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/8533879579487381219/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-que-voce-vai-contar-para-seus-netos.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/8533879579487381219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/8533879579487381219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-que-voce-vai-contar-para-seus-netos.html" title="O que você vai contar para seus netos?" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEBQ-uDxQYo/TFHAZ5p6DnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/wyBNVdgxf80/s72-c/avo-e-neto.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMNQHs9cSp7ImA9Wx5XE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1857346656629194994</id><published>2010-09-13T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:54:51.569-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-13T09:54:51.569-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Sempre peça desculpas</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1857346656629194994/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/09/sempre-peca-desculpas.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1857346656629194994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1857346656629194994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/09/sempre-peca-desculpas.html" title="Sempre peça desculpas" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TI4dDy5vo6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/AQYoTam2lfA/s72-c/elatadexico.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIFRXw_fyp7ImA9Wx5XE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-8271758681987285895</id><published>2010-09-11T21:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:55:14.247-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-13T09:55:14.247-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gabriel Mocotoh" /><title>Substituivel?</title><summary>Recebi por e-mail, não sei quem é o autor... deve ser o Arnaldo Jabor, ou o Millôr Feenandes, já que todos os textos de autoria desconhecida são de um destes...  em fim, e resolvi postar. É um texto pra reflexão!
HÁ!

Na sala de reunião de uma multinacional o diretor nervoso fala com sua
equipe de gestores.
Agita as mãos, mostra gráficos e, olhando nos olhos de cada um ameaça: "
Ninguém é </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/8271758681987285895/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/09/substituivel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/8271758681987285895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/8271758681987285895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/09/substituivel.html" title="Substituivel?" /><author><name>Gabriel Mocotoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566875694599209793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCy_54u6mzI/SfXQQX5Il6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESyXYgZuVcA/S220/Imag001.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGQ3o-cSp7ImA9Wx5TF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1980797851779497754</id><published>2010-08-01T21:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:50:22.459-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-01T21:50:22.459-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Os nossos micos de cada dia ...</title><summary>Quem nunca pagou mico que deposite 1 real na minha conta rs, o restante pode depositar mais que isso kkkkk
Brincadeira a parte e agora vamos a um assunto de certa forma cômico. Estava eu sem ideia nenhuma de post, até surgir minha amiga que não irei identificar aqui =] e me deu uma inspiração. Sugeriu que eu colocasse esse tema em questão. Achei interessante e engraçado, tudo que eu queria. 
Hoje</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1980797851779497754/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-nossos-micos-de-cada-dia.html#comment-form" title="14 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1980797851779497754?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1980797851779497754?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-nossos-micos-de-cada-dia.html" title="Os nossos micos de cada dia ..." /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TFYVOTg87NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Tt_PfLbu__A/s72-c/Mico.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIARno5eCp7ImA9Wx5XE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-7793369529089536987</id><published>2010-06-29T21:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:55:47.420-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-13T09:55:47.420-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gabriel Mocotoh" /><title>Amor</title><summary>Ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem, caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não fumantes teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo a porta.

O amor não é chegado a fazer contas, não obedece à razão. O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo, por conjunção estelar.

Ninguém ama outra pessoa porque ela é educada, veste-se bem e é fã do Caetano. Isso são só </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/7793369529089536987/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/06/ninguem-ama-outra-pessoa-pelas.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/7793369529089536987?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/7793369529089536987?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/06/ninguem-ama-outra-pessoa-pelas.html" title="Amor" /><author><name>Gabriel Mocotoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566875694599209793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCy_54u6mzI/SfXQQX5Il6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESyXYgZuVcA/S220/Imag001.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQBQH87fip7ImA9WxFVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-3484136423696818838</id><published>2010-06-12T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:25:51.106-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-12T17:25:51.106-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Desculpas?</title><summary>Desculpa pelo que? por ter te conhecido? Não se desculpa, foi a melhor coisa que me aconteceu.Desculpa pelo que? por me perder em seu olhar? em seu sorriso? Não é sua culpa! Você é linda!Desculpar por eu ter apaixonado? Não se desculpe. Apaixonar é muito bom, é simples, é natural pois apenas ao pensar em você já me alegro. Então que culpa você tem por isso?Sei que disse para ir com calma, para </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/3484136423696818838/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/06/desculpas.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/3484136423696818838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/3484136423696818838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/06/desculpas.html" title="Desculpas?" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TBPIGs8CbUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5ICGJouC6Fc/s72-c/triste_imagem.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HQ3c7fSp7ImA9WxFQFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-4068569653623664859</id><published>2010-05-10T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:30:32.905-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-10T21:30:32.905-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Som contagiante</title><summary>Afinal quem não curte uma musiquinha?
As vezes estamos ali, escutando aquela música que nos transporta para algum lugar do nosso passado ou até mesmo do presente. Temos uma trilha sonora que qualquer novela Global ficaria no chinelo, nem os filmes Hollywoodianos conseguem chegar perto.
Não que eu esteja ficando velho mas vamos ser realistas, hoje em dia não se fazem músicas como antigamente. Os </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/4068569653623664859/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/05/som-contagiante.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/4068569653623664859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/4068569653623664859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/05/som-contagiante.html" title="Som contagiante" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGQnY-fyp7ImA9WxFSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1674332573585866745</id><published>2010-04-14T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:07:03.857-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-14T22:07:03.857-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Amores que vêm, amizades que vão</title><summary>  Por ser assunto do cotidiano e para relatar experiências vividas por meus amigos e por mim iremos falar sobre “namoro que vem e amigos que somem”. Quando estamos solteiros estamos sempre cercados de amigos e amigas e, sempre que algum destes começa a namorar tudo muda. As prioridades e a forma de pensar se tornam diferentes.Você pode achar que não mudou, porém quem esteve sempre ao seu lado </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1674332573585866745/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/04/amores-que-vem-amizades-que-vao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1674332573585866745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1674332573585866745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/04/amores-que-vem-amizades-que-vao.html" title="Amores que vêm, amizades que vão" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/S8ZlhMbZTgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GlUDaxc2kfc/s72-c/amigos-amigos-mulheres-a-parte_thumb%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQHszcSp7ImA9WxBaEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-549441693114974149</id><published>2010-03-19T17:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:36:41.589-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T17:36:41.589-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Você já foi o tchutchuquinho de alguém?</title><summary>


Apelidos comuns, complexos, bizarros, bonitos dentre outros podemos dizer que tem sempre alguém colocando apelidos, alguns carregamos para a vida toda, outros são passageiros, mas sempre temos ou teremos apelidos que deixarão marcas, às vezes boas, às vezes ruins. O importante é que hoje caros leitores será nosso tema principal: APELIDOS.  
Nem todos recebem apelidos e os que recebem </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/549441693114974149/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-nunca-foi-o-bebezinho-de-alguem.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/549441693114974149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/549441693114974149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-nunca-foi-o-bebezinho-de-alguem.html" title="Você já foi o tchutchuquinho de alguém?" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/S6Pc1rM_osI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w-BLMea-fdc/s72-c/apelidos.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QDQ34yeSp7ImA9WxBaEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-6782958679310401285</id><published>2010-02-26T20:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:42:52.091-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T17:42:52.091-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gabriel Mocotoh" /><title>Aprendi</title><summary>-Aprendi que peixinhos dourados não gostam de gelatina
- Aprendi que meu pai pode dizer um monte de palavras que eu não posso.
- Aprendi que minha professora sempre me chama quando eu não sei a resposta.
- Aprendi que se pode estar apaixonado por 4 garotas ao mesmo tempo. 
- Aprendi que os meus melhores amigos são os que sempre me metem em confusão. 
- Aprendi que se tenho problemas na escola, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/6782958679310401285/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendi.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6782958679310401285?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6782958679310401285?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendi.html" title="Aprendi" /><author><name>Gabriel Mocotoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566875694599209793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCy_54u6mzI/SfXQQX5Il6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESyXYgZuVcA/S220/Imag001.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HQ3szfyp7ImA9WxBVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1936495244506789176</id><published>2010-02-18T08:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:43:52.587-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-18T08:43:52.587-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Você sabe como identificar uma piriguete?</title><summary>
Existem vários meios de identificar uma piriguete, através de detalhes, características e atitudes. Elas precisam chamar a atenção, mostrar que tem um corpo sensual e que os homens babam por ela. Então separei algumas das características de uma piriguete.
A piriguete nem sempre é assim e em muitos casos se torna impossível identifica-la.
1) Roupas e acessórios – Em primeiro caso é a mais visível</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1936495244506789176/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-sabe-como-identificar-uma.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1936495244506789176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1936495244506789176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-sabe-como-identificar-uma.html" title="Você sabe como identificar uma piriguete?" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FVAeTNsHsUk/R1TfkKm58rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R2mpzACkBNg/s72-Rc/piriguetis+brog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QAQ3k7cSp7ImA9WxBRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-6096070699987613635</id><published>2010-01-07T23:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:49:02.709-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T23:49:02.709-02:00</app:edited><title>E se eu não tivesse escrito?</title><summary>
&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/6096070699987613635/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-se-eu-nao-tivesse-escrito.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6096070699987613635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6096070699987613635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-se-eu-nao-tivesse-escrito.html" title="E se eu não tivesse escrito?" /><author><name>Gabriel Mocotoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566875694599209793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCy_54u6mzI/SfXQQX5Il6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESyXYgZuVcA/S220/Imag001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCy_54u6mzI/S0aOfpyNcNI/AAAAAAAAABE/8cFLPqRwUDY/s72-c/antmanuelpintosilva4FolhasBrancas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHRXs-fip7ImA9WxBSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1263904003649383785</id><published>2009-12-22T22:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:18:54.556-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-26T17:18:54.556-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Reflexão Natalina</title><summary>
Como estamos próximos ao Natal, resolvi editar mais um post com mensagem de Natal, mas me deparei com várias mensagens bonitas e cheias de sentimentos. Logo não irei me arriscar em escrever mais uma.
Quero ser breve no recado, quero apenas desejar a todos um Feliz Natal e Próspero Ano Novo na companhia dos que mais amam. Sei que nem sempre os que mais amamos estão presentes, por motivos de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1263904003649383785/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflexao-natalina.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1263904003649383785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1263904003649383785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflexao-natalina.html" title="Reflexão Natalina" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/SzFosDKnuuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/isWohxMBh10/s72-c/imagem.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QARXo8fip7ImA9WxBaEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-5512353183402578463</id><published>2009-11-12T12:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:42:24.476-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T17:42:24.476-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rêh" /><title>O que almejo!?</title><summary>

Almejo tudo que é impossível tudo que é mais difícil.
O que é mais distante da realidade o que quase todos não acreditam,
Eu almejo um amor de verdade, aquele que o mundo já desacreditou
A qual todos dizem que não existem mais da qual só fico no conto de fadas
Ou na famosa história de Shakespeare,
Eu almejo a paz da qual o mundo desacreditou
Nesse mundo que só vive em guerras, mais mesmo assim </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/5512353183402578463/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-almejo.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/5512353183402578463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/5512353183402578463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-almejo.html" title="O que almejo!?" /><author><name>Rêh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYVVzLNJUW0/Smej6WhCanI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1zMAkwyRudo/S220/DSC01844.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYVVzLNJUW0/SvwisPcCqkI/AAAAAAAAACk/6v4y8K_F9mE/s72-c/DSC03737.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQH85cCp7ImA9WxNVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-6456299716278173965</id><published>2009-10-23T15:28:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:08:51.128-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T16:08:51.128-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rêh" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>DEFEITOS???</title><summary>Quando pensamos em defeitos, pensamos como se fosse algo sem valor, como se fossem apenas coisas ruins e é aí que nos enganamos, pois defeitos podem ser algo que completa nossas qualidades. Uma peça fundamental para o quebra cabeça da vida.Não sei vocês, mas eu não consigo imaginar um mundo sem defeitos. Imaginem se fôssemos todos perfeitos, se fôssemos inteiros qualidades... Que tédio seria! </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/6456299716278173965/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/10/defeitos.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6456299716278173965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6456299716278173965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/10/defeitos.html" title="DEFEITOS???" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/SuHxJTRXdKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bRvq00nbyIk/s72-c/efaed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANQHc-eip7ImA9WxNXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-4317429235205916389</id><published>2009-09-24T00:51:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:46:31.952-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T11:46:31.952-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Relacionamento: A conquista</title><summary> Essa semana eu estava conversando com uma amiga, e entramos no assunto da arte de conquistar. Claro que as vezes eu pareço ser insensível, que não estou nem aí pra ninguém, mas sou assim porque acabei criando um bloqueio e fico muito criterioso para me envolver com alguém (motivo: relacionamentos frustados, muita vivência e aprendizado ao logo do tempo). Claro que existe a possibilidade da gente</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/4317429235205916389/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/09/relacionamento-conquista.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/4317429235205916389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/4317429235205916389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/09/relacionamento-conquista.html" title="Relacionamento: A conquista" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYCRn88fCp7ImA9WxNRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1238591738585726932</id><published>2009-09-11T15:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:42:47.174-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T16:42:47.174-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernardo Martins" /><title>Necessidades sexuais</title><summary>Eu nunca havia entendido porque as necessidades sexuais dos homens e das mulheres são tão diferentes. Nunca tinha entendido isso de "Marte e Vênus".E nunca tinha entendido porque os homens pensam com a cabeça e as mulheres com o coração. Uma noite, semana passada, minha mulher e eu estávamos indo para a cama.Bom, começamos a ficar a vontade, fazer carinhos, provocações, o maior "T" e, nesse </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1238591738585726932/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/09/necessidades-sexuais.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1238591738585726932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1238591738585726932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/09/necessidades-sexuais.html" title="Necessidades sexuais" /><author><name>Bernardo Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470462127771159581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1kRgCZx4w/TMm0cxTfBjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4LWoVKsZ6a0/S220/(niver+do+godo).jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFQ3w_fSp7ImA9WxNRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-1422131750488847986</id><published>2009-08-11T12:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:43:32.245-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T16:43:32.245-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rêh" /><title>'Meu melhor sorriso será seu'</title><summary>Você sabe quando o coração bate mais rápido e mais lento no mesmo instante O teu corpo estremece sua boca seca, a mão treme, a respiração fica lenta mais no mesmo instante rápido...? Seu corpo não age mais com a razão e sim com a emoção...? Você abre um sorriso e no mesmo instante o tempo para. Você apenas queria poder sentir o calor do corpo de alguém nesse instante. Jamais tinha me sentido </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/1422131750488847986/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-melhor-sorriso-sera-seu.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1422131750488847986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/1422131750488847986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-melhor-sorriso-sera-seu.html" title="'Meu melhor sorriso será seu'" /><author><name>Rêh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYVVzLNJUW0/Smej6WhCanI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1zMAkwyRudo/S220/DSC01844.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGRnc_fip7ImA9WxNRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-4295270891372225818</id><published>2009-07-27T10:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:43:47.946-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T16:43:47.946-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rêh" /><title /><summary>O silêncio me tortura...Sempre odiei o silêncio sendo meu ou dos outros.Mas o silêncio quando é dos outrosNos diz mais de mil palavras.Mais nenhuma é concretaSão apenas pensamentosSoltos no ar.Quando o silêncio paira no arVemos-nos na escuridão em pleno dia de solSentimos Frio em dia de calorResumindo a gente fica sem o que fazerNão sabe o que pensarNão sabe o que significa.Apenas Ficamos </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/4295270891372225818/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-silencio-me-tortura.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/4295270891372225818?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/4295270891372225818?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-silencio-me-tortura.html" title="" /><author><name>Rêh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYVVzLNJUW0/Smej6WhCanI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1zMAkwyRudo/S220/DSC01844.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYVVzLNJUW0/Sm2yixa__-I/AAAAAAAAABI/Mw76NWZdeok/s72-c/silencio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUHR3k-eCp7ImA9WxNRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-536939455732370512</id><published>2009-07-25T15:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:43:56.750-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T16:43:56.750-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gabriel Mocotoh" /><title>E eu te farei feliz!</title><summary>Bonita frase, não é! Pois bem, eu to disposto a cumpri-la. Não é nada fácil, eu o sei bem, mas se fosse não teria tanta vontade de realizá-la.Sempre leio aqueles textos de incentivo, “busque o seu sonho, faça as suas vontades, quebre as regras, jogue e não tenha medo de perder, tenha medo apenas de não ter jogado”. Pois bem, ontem eu apostei todas as minhas fichas em um sentimento descontrolado, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/536939455732370512/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-eu-te-farei-feliz.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/536939455732370512?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/536939455732370512?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-eu-te-farei-feliz.html" title="E eu te farei feliz!" /><author><name>Gabriel Mocotoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566875694599209793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCy_54u6mzI/SfXQQX5Il6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ESyXYgZuVcA/S220/Imag001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCy_54u6mzI/SmtJtgSpbOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IqRSReVB0Js/s72-c/namorados555.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCQX07cCp7ImA9WxJbE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917088172460868965.post-6105043836909713284</id><published>2009-07-22T21:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:01:00.308-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T09:01:00.308-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rêh" /><title>Amar e não ser amado.</title><summary>Oii nova integrante do blog. Meu nome é Renata e apartir de hoje também começarei a postar varios textos de diferentes temas. Beijos by Rêh... Vaii já um texto aê!Amar e não ser amado.É acabei entrando pro clube também, pra quem sempre disse eu não vou amar por isso aêQuantas vezes as pessoas que estavam do meu lado reclamavam que amavam e não eram correspondidas eu dizia oras basta você querer </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/feeds/6105043836909713284/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/07/amar-e-nao-ser-amado.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6105043836909713284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4917088172460868965/posts/default/6105043836909713284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cotidianonadacomum.blogspot.com/2009/07/amar-e-nao-ser-amado.html" title="Amar e não ser amado." /><author><name>Rêh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYVVzLNJUW0/Smej6WhCanI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1zMAkwyRudo/S220/DSC01844.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYVVzLNJUW0/Sme4SZj-B9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Prw3DARTv_w/s72-c/220520092769.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>

