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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGSH0zcSp7ImA9WhRQEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258</id><updated>2011-12-06T16:40:29.389-08:00</updated><title>rEpEnSaNdO o PEnSaMeNtO</title><subtitle type="html">"Pensamentos.- Pensamentos são as sombras dos nosso sentimentos - sempre mais obscuros, mais vazios, mais simples que estes." Nietzsche</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RepensandoOPensamento" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="repensandoopensamento" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">RepensandoOPensamento</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGSH0yfyp7ImA9WhRQEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-2374278633106154654</id><published>2011-12-06T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:40:29.397-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T16:40:29.397-08:00</app:edited><title>Rio de Janeiro</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Enfim a viagem tão esperada.&lt;br /&gt;
Ir pro Rio ficar em Copacabana, ir pro samba em Oswaldo Cruz e Cacique de Ramos foi a melhor coisa que podia ter acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;
Com certeza superou as expectativas, foi emocionante, colírio para os olhos e deleite dos ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;
Encheu meu coração de alegria e me fez entender que essa Vida é para fazermos o que gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;
O Samba corre nas veias e preenche meu coração!&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/942945430886715258-2374278633106154654?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/2374278633106154654/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=2374278633106154654" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2374278633106154654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2374278633106154654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2011/12/rio-de-janeiro.html" title="Rio de Janeiro" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FQ38yfCp7ImA9WhZVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-142771723123051047</id><published>2011-05-29T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:18:32.194-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-29T19:18:32.194-07:00</app:edited><title>Desilusão...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na dança da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Viu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na dança da solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando vem a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu pensamento vagueia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Corro os dedos na viola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Contemplando a lua cheia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar de tudo existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma fonte de água pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem beber daquela água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não terá mais amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na dança da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Viu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desilusão, desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na dança da solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Danço eu, dança você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na dança da solidão...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desilusão! Oh! Oh! Oh!.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/942945430886715258-142771723123051047?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/142771723123051047/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=142771723123051047" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/142771723123051047?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/142771723123051047?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2011/05/desilusao.html" title="Desilusão..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMQHk5fSp7ImA9WhZVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-4186342050028397317</id><published>2011-05-29T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:11:21.725-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-29T19:11:21.725-07:00</app:edited><title>Novos pensamentos...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Quando a gente acha que chegou numa ideia e que ela faz todo o sentindo e a partir dela baseamos nossas vidas, achamos realmente que conseguimos em meio ao coas da vida achar um caminho, um sentido.&lt;br /&gt;
Mais aí não é que surgem novos olhares, novas perspectivas que te fazem repensar os pensamentos de novo?&lt;br /&gt;
Sim, no começo relutamos em rever aquilo que colocamos como certo em nossas vidas, mas como somos curiosos e ávidos pela busca do sentido, insistimos em ouvir, ler sobre o tal novo pensamento e descobrimos então que &lt;em&gt;há mais coisas entre o céu e a terra do que imaginamos&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É bom deixar portas abertas para novos pensamentos, para dar chance a novas perspectivas e mudar, sim porque não, reinveitar os caminhos e tomar novas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;
Vivo hoje um processo de renovação das ideias, tentando agregar novos pensamentos aos princípios já estabelicidos.&lt;br /&gt;
Um ótimo exercício de paciência, entrega e humildade de pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;
Experimentem sempre repensar o que temos como certo em nossas Vidas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-4186342050028397317?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/4186342050028397317/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=4186342050028397317" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4186342050028397317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4186342050028397317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2011/05/novos-pensamentos.html" title="Novos pensamentos..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFSXc-eCp7ImA9WhZXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-8616410982101528625</id><published>2011-05-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:16:58.950-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T07:16:58.950-07:00</app:edited><title>aos 26...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;eu percebi que a VIDA é tão curta, que um dia você pode acordar e quem você mais ama não vai estar do seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Eu percebi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;que um dia você vai perceber que só existe UMA pessoa por quem realmente vale a pena esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;que um dia você pode superar todas as pressões do trabalho e ainda conseguir fazer piada no fim do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;que um dia você vai saber quem são seus amigos de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;que um dia uma amizade pode surgir de uma grande tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;que um dia seus desejos viram realidade e que valeu a pena sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;que um dia você vai desejar tudo aquilo que um dia você disse que "nunca faria".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;e que esse "nunca" se tornou sua maior necessidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Porque enfim...a VIDA é dinâmica e cheia de curvas, curvas que trazem a suspresa, o inesperado, traz aquilo que torna a nossa VIDA Muito boa de ser VIVIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;daqui pra frente...quando o tempo for passando...vou aproveitar cada Novidade que vier, vivendo a Vida assim...do jeito que ela me Levar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"É do jeito que a vida quer. É desse jeito..."&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/942945430886715258-8616410982101528625?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/8616410982101528625/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=8616410982101528625" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/8616410982101528625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/8616410982101528625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2011/05/aos-26.html" title="aos 26..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HRH48eyp7ImA9Wx9bEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-3218532572649599422</id><published>2011-02-19T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T04:27:15.073-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T04:27:15.073-08:00</app:edited><title>A música Venceu!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Música!&lt;br /&gt;
Ah a Música!&lt;br /&gt;
Que coisa mais linda. A&amp;nbsp;melodia, o som, a letra, as combinações de todos esses elementos.&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que nasci ouvindo música. &lt;br /&gt;
Eu&amp;nbsp;vivi ouvindo música, me apaixonei ouvindo música, chorei ouvindo música, tomei banho ouvindo música, dormi ouvindo música, dormi com ele ouvindo música...&lt;br /&gt;
Tantos momentos incapazes da caber nesse pequeno espaço, nessas pequenas letras. Letras Incapazes de mostar o quanto é grande meu amor pela música.&lt;br /&gt;
O samba-enredo desse ano da Escola de Samba Vai-Vai, homenageia um cara que também ama a música, que teve nela sua inspiração de vida e força para superar as adverdidades, o grande&amp;nbsp;Maestro e pianista João Carlos Martins. &lt;br /&gt;
A Música Clássica que eu TANTO AMO,&amp;nbsp;sendo homenagiada pelo SAMBA que é a MINHA PAIXÃO!&lt;br /&gt;
Muitos me diziam que só eu pra gostar tanto de musica, que ia "do luxo ao lixo", da música clássica ao samba, muito embora não concorde com essa colocação, sempre ouvi isso. &lt;br /&gt;
E&amp;nbsp;Música Venceu, mostrou que sim, que estilos musicais considerados diferentes podem ser harmônicos e tocarem juntos.&lt;br /&gt;
Coisa mais linda será ver no desfile a cuíca tocando com o violino...&lt;br /&gt;
Que Maravilha!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Quem gosta de música como eu deve apreciar esse raro momento de liberdade musical com uma imensa qualidade!&lt;br /&gt;
Que a música seja a revolução dos costumes e mude cada um de nós em busca de nossa superação!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-3218532572649599422?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/3218532572649599422/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=3218532572649599422" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/3218532572649599422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/3218532572649599422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2011/02/musica-venceu.html" title="A música Venceu!" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENR3Y6fCp7ImA9Wx9WEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-7933981518760617905</id><published>2011-01-15T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:58:16.814-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-15T18:58:16.814-08:00</app:edited><title>Escolhas...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sempre, mesmo nas coisas mais simples, SEMPRE temos que escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Seja a roupa do dia, o caminho pro trabalho, a cor do esmalte, o presente pro namorado, aceitar a promoção no trabalho, aceitar esperar alguém se decidir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;NUNCA sabemos qual será a consequência dessa escolha, torcemos com muita força para que ela caminhe conforme esperamos, mais é certo que isso não vá ocorrer. A VIDA é tão dinâmica e é afeta a todo instante por novas escolhas, novas combinações que não há como saber o que esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E como escolher então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Será que TUDO na VIDA não passa de uma grande roleta, fadada ao acaso dos &lt;em&gt;Acontecimentos&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vivendo meu "inferno astral"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-7933981518760617905?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/7933981518760617905/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=7933981518760617905" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/7933981518760617905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/7933981518760617905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2011/01/escolhas.html" title="Escolhas..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DRXg7cSp7ImA9Wx9QGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-1097935441865949286</id><published>2010-12-31T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T06:16:14.609-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-31T06:16:14.609-08:00</app:edited><title>Última do anoO</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um ano está indo embora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra mim 2010 foi Maravilhoso, cheio de surpresas, aventuras, desafios, superações!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ano que vai ficar na memória como um ano diferente, um ano de um amor só, de um samba só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antigamente via esse dia como um dia melancólico,&amp;nbsp;e sentia medo do ano que vinha, de não ser tão bom quanto o que estava indo embora, de não ser tão feliz quanto, mais aprendi que cada ano é único e guarda suas peculiaridades. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos que saber viver cada ano, cada mês, cada dia na sua unicidade. Aproveitar ao máximo as possibilidades da vida e seguir sempre sorrindo, tendo em mente que a felicidade está na construção do nosso caminho, sem começo, meio ou fim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo a todos nós mais um ANO cheio de tudo que possamos experimentar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um ANO DE VIDA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um gnde bjo e muito obrigado a todos e todas que fizeram desse ano de 2010 um ano perfeito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que venha 2011!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-1097935441865949286?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/1097935441865949286/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=1097935441865949286" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1097935441865949286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1097935441865949286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/12/ultima-do-anoo.html" title="Última do anoO" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UARH4yeCp7ImA9Wx9QE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-4716437715601327645</id><published>2010-12-25T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:54:05.090-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-25T15:54:05.090-08:00</app:edited><title>Ainda é tempo pra viver FELIZ!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me cansei de ficar mudo, sem tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Sem falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mas não posso deixar tudo como está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Como está você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;To vivendo por viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;To cansada de chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Não sei mais o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Você tem que me ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Tá difícil esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Impossível não lembrar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Você, ê, ê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E você como está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Com o fim do nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eu também to por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Já não sei pra onde vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Quantas noites sem dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Alivia minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E me faça, por favor,sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Vem pros meus braços, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Meu acalanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Leva esse pranto pra bem longe de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Não deixe nada pra depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;É a saudade que me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Que ainda é tempo pra viver 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/942945430886715258-4716437715601327645?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/4716437715601327645/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=4716437715601327645" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4716437715601327645?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4716437715601327645?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainda-e-tempo-pra-viver-feliz.html" title="Ainda é tempo pra viver FELIZ!" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NR3k7eCp7ImA9Wx9SEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-5679921117336575531</id><published>2010-11-27T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:44:56.700-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T02:44:56.700-08:00</app:edited><title>nove meses...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às vezes só o &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Não&lt;/strong&gt; Basta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu te amei com toda a força do amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fui muito alé do meu querer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;te dediquei a minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu busquei a Felicidade pra nós dois, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais ficou tudo pra depois, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chegou ao fim não tem saída!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-5679921117336575531?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/5679921117336575531/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=5679921117336575531" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/5679921117336575531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/5679921117336575531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/11/nove-meses.html" title="nove meses..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MRHk_eSp7ImA9Wx5aFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-1408759719681288319</id><published>2010-11-13T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:33:05.741-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-13T13:33:05.741-08:00</app:edited><title>Coração Vagabundo...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; não se cansa&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;De ter esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De um dia ser tudo o que quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não é só a lembrança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De um vulto &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que passou por meus sonhos sem dizer adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fez dos olhos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um chorar mais sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; vagabundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quer guardar o &lt;strong&gt;mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; coração&lt;/span&gt; vagabundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quer guardar o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em MIM!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Caetano Veloso&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/942945430886715258-1408759719681288319?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/1408759719681288319/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=1408759719681288319" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1408759719681288319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1408759719681288319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/11/coracao-vagabundo.html" title="Coração Vagabundo..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FQ3Y9fSp7ImA9Wx5aEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-2346145136702473138</id><published>2010-11-06T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:58:32.865-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-06T16:58:32.865-07:00</app:edited><title>Encantamento no Bexiga</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/TNXk0QTOshI/AAAAAAAABNM/hotmTuR7RgM/s1600/vai-vai.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/TNXk0QTOshI/AAAAAAAABNM/hotmTuR7RgM/s200/vai-vai.bmp" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente você não é mais&amp;nbsp;UM que integra os ritmistas da bateria, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de repente você se tornou o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foco de atenção, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você brilhou no meio de tantas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camisas suadas, mãos cansadas e corações pulsantes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sua feição um tanto concentrada no esforço de tocar perfeitamente dentro do ritmo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;não consegue esconder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o SORRISO Mais LINDO que já vi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que seja somente mais uma bela paisagem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porém&amp;nbsp;devolveu o sorriso&amp;nbsp;à minha face e a cor&amp;nbsp;à minha vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Preto e Branco o encantamento se deu no Bexiga!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o mundo ficou&amp;nbsp;nas cores do meu querido VAI-VAI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-2346145136702473138?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/2346145136702473138/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=2346145136702473138" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2346145136702473138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2346145136702473138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/11/encantamento-no-bexiga.html" title="Encantamento no Bexiga" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/TNXk0QTOshI/AAAAAAAABNM/hotmTuR7RgM/s72-c/vai-vai.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CQ3g-eSp7ImA9Wx5bEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-3739121150789120606</id><published>2010-10-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:19:22.651-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-28T06:19:22.651-07:00</app:edited><title>Amor é paz?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Compartilho aqui um pedacinho da leitura que ando fazendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;VACINA DE ANO NOVO - Os Dias Lindos - Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Muitos me desejaram paz e amor em 75. Mas havendo amor haverá paz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Amor é o contrário radioso dela. É&amp;nbsp;inquietação, vontade de absorver o objeto amado, temor de perdê-lo, sentimento de não merecê-lo, ânsia de dominá-lo,&amp;nbsp;masoquismo de ser dominado por ele, dor de o não haver conhecido antes, dor de não ocupar o seu pensamento 24 hrs por dia, e mais dias pedir ao dia para ocupá-lo, brasa de imaginá-lo menos preso a mim do que eu a ele, desespero de o não o guardar no bolso, junto ao coração, ou fisicamente dentro deste, como sangue a circular eternamente e eternamente o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Amor é isso e mais alguma&amp;nbsp;triste coisa, as serpentes, os ratos escarninhos, os imundos insetos do ciúme, que tanta miséria fazem cometer aos mais puros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E a tristeza incurável do tempo que não passa fora de nós, passa é dentro e na pela macarda da gente, lembrando que eternidade é ilusão de minutos, e o ato de amor deste momento já ficou mergulhado em ter sido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Amor é paz? (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-3739121150789120606?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/3739121150789120606/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=3739121150789120606" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/3739121150789120606?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/3739121150789120606?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/10/amor-e-paz.html" title="Amor é paz?" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ASXg4eyp7ImA9Wx5UF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-2315151113279888698</id><published>2010-10-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:02:28.633-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-21T19:02:28.633-07:00</app:edited><title>e o mundo ficou cinza...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Impossibilidade de viver o nosso amor deixou o mundo sem cor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu silêncio, sua incapacidade de convencer, de transparecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca duvidei, nem duvido agora, do seu amor, mais nós sabemos que as vezes só o amor não basta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você será pra sempre o amor da minha vida, de uma vida que não pode ser vivida, de uma história que se perdeu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-2315151113279888698?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/2315151113279888698/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=2315151113279888698" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2315151113279888698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2315151113279888698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-o-mundo-ficou-cinza.html" title="e o mundo ficou cinza..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08EQ3g5fyp7ImA9Wx5UFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-4802123353634448197</id><published>2010-10-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:43:22.627-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-20T17:43:22.627-07:00</app:edited><title>Vale mais?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UMA IMAGEM. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL PALAVRAS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL BEIJOS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL PROMESSAS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UMA IMAGEM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL SONHOS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL ABRAÇOS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL LÁGRIMAS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UMA IMAGEM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL DESCULPAS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VALE MAIS QUE MIL PERDÕES?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UMA IMAGEM VALE MENOS QUE UM SINCERO ADEUS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-4802123353634448197?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/4802123353634448197/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=4802123353634448197" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4802123353634448197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4802123353634448197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/10/vale-mais.html" title="Vale mais?" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEASXw_fip7ImA9Wx5UF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-2243213769973076643</id><published>2010-10-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:24:08.246-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-22T09:24:08.246-07:00</app:edited><title>Mentiras Cor-de-Rosa...</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Mente ao meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Que cansado de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Só deseja adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Na palma da tua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Conta ao meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Estória das crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Para que ele reviva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As velhas esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mente ao meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Que cansado de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Só deseja adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Na palma da tua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Conta ao meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estória das crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Para que ele reviva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;As velhas esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Mente ao meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mentiras cor-de-rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; Que as mentiras de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não deixam cicatrizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;E tu és a mentira mais gostosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; De todas as mentiras que tu dizes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-2243213769973076643?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/2243213769973076643/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=2243213769973076643" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2243213769973076643?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/2243213769973076643?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/10/mentiras-cor-de-rosa.html" title="Mentiras Cor-de-Rosa..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIHRns9cCp7ImA9Wx5WGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-1928550005956505117</id><published>2010-09-29T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:45:37.568-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-29T17:45:37.568-07:00</app:edited><title>Eleições 2010!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mudando um pouco o tema por aqui resolvi falar com pouco sobre política!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No próximo domingo estarei "prestando" um serviço a sociedade e farei parte da mesa da seção número 274 da Zona Eleitoral Nº2 de SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fui convocada a compor essa mesa, e terei que estar pela terceira vez acordando as seis da manhã de um pleno domingo, só para "garantir" um eleição democrática!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nosso sistema político é tão fantástico que de uma só vez os eleitores terão que escolher 6 cargos diferentes. Já estou até imaginando a confusão que não vai dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No mínimo a consequência já está anunciada, vamos votar nulo,&amp;nbsp;ou na legenda, ou em algum candidato mais conhecido, os tiriricas da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Com isso vamos eleger nesse Domingo pessoas que não sabem o que é o sistema político brasileiro, pessoas que não se interessam por isso e junto com elas vamos eleger também o mesmo de sempre, aqueles que só usam a política para garantir suas regalias, para manter seu status-quo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No meio disso tudo tem as velhas e conhecidas brigas entre os partidos e seus discursos, é tão divertido assistir a debates, pq as respostas já estão prontas, ando brincando de responder antes do que eles e ando acertando várias respostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Porque pode mudar a cara, o figurino, o terno ou o laque, o discurso de quem manda e não quer que isso mude continua imperando na nossa política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Será que uma dia muda? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sei não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Boa votação a todos....e façam um favor a nós mesários, se preparem para as filas!rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-1928550005956505117?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/1928550005956505117/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=1928550005956505117" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1928550005956505117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1928550005956505117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/09/eleicoes-2010.html" title="Eleições 2010!" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHSXg9eSp7ImA9Wx5QGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-7234033721390593400</id><published>2010-09-07T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:03:58.661-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-07T17:03:58.661-07:00</app:edited><title>Quando o amor é diferente...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me sinto privilegiada no amor. Não pense que fui amada todas as vezes que amei, nem que só vivi contos de fadas. Ao contrário do que se possa pensar, passei por maus bocados por me arriscar a viver o sentimento, mas digo que carrego o privilégio porque me arrisquei vivendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando passamos por situações ruins, costumamos evitar qualquer coisa que nos faça lembrar o que passamos, sejam os lugares, as pessoas, as músicas, os cheiros...evitamos viver...evitamos de amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca tive esse problema, sim sofria e pensava: "Puts dessa vez só resta o convento..!" (rsrs) mais o tempo passava (não mto tempo) e eu de novo estava feliz, tinha incorporado a dor como parte da minha vida e seguia vivendo...e nessa vida apareceriam, claro, outros amores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No começo de um amor a gente sempre acha que "esse é pra valer!", que encontramos enfim quem nos completa, só que o tempo passava e algumas coisas vinham a tona, coisas que escondemos de nós mesmos e que um hora ou outra aparecem quando &lt;em&gt;o véu de maia&lt;/em&gt; e retirado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puts daí mais um história que termina e vem o...choro...drama...choro...drama...saudade...saudade....choro...samba...saudade.......a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais e quando conhecemos alguém que só de olhar nos emociona, que transparece seus sentimentos, que nos faz de uma maneira mágica saber que o amor realmente existe, que&amp;nbsp;é realmente de verdade, apesar dos pesares da vida, apesar do drama, do choro, da saudade, do samba e da vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passado 6 meses...sinto mais alegria do que nunca, mais certeza do que nunca, mais amor do que nunca! Meu amor por você é diferente, hoje eu sei... é pleno e maior do que tudo que já senti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sei que se existe amor inocente como o nosso, puro como o nosso não existe nada que não possa ser superado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcelo; TE AMO PRA SEMPRE, MEU AMOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-7234033721390593400?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/7234033721390593400/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=7234033721390593400" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/7234033721390593400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/7234033721390593400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-o-amor-e-diferente.html" title="Quando o amor é diferente..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQDQHc_eSp7ImA9WxFbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-1424092059221312502</id><published>2010-07-05T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:32:51.941-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T17:32:51.941-07:00</app:edited><title>Inspiração...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ERA ISSO A VIDA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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; POIS MUITO BEM! OUTRA VEZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&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; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nietzsche em Assim Falou Zaratustra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-1424092059221312502?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/1424092059221312502/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=1424092059221312502" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1424092059221312502?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1424092059221312502?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiracao.html" title="Inspiração..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDSXYzcSp7ImA9WxFUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-6933006226394561955</id><published>2010-06-27T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:24:38.889-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-29T17:24:38.889-07:00</app:edited><title>Repetição ou Acumulação?</title><content type="html">Sempre falei ou melhor escrevi mais sobre meus sentimentos e meus amores.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje ando vivendo uma fase dificil e resolvi reler meus escritos.&lt;br /&gt;
Todos falam de relações, mas em diferentes momentos e com diferentes pessoas. Fico admirada como no sofrimento parece que escrevo mais bonito. Me emociona as palavras envolvidas num sofrimento que não existe mais.&lt;br /&gt;
Foram histórias vividas e superadas e que deram bons frutos, bons escritos (rsrs).&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje com o coração novamente apertado busca a paz, a calma e a esperança nas palavras que noutro tempo escrevi, e é engraçado como elas me servem e tem todo o sentido mesmo sendo escritas em outras datas e sentidas por outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Será que somente sinto a repetição daquilo que acredito ser o amor, ou é o acúmulo desse ideal que me faz sempre sentir do mesmo jeito?&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei. Fiquei confusa agora, porque sei que hoje o sentimento por esse alguém é diferente, único.&lt;br /&gt;
Queria poder escrever coisas mais bonitas pra tirar um pouco da tristeza que anda no meu coração, mas não ando conseguindo muito...&lt;br /&gt;
Minha vontade mesmo era que tudo fosse um sonho, que fosse uma grande brincadeira, que eu pudesse novamente ter meu amor de volta.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Nesses dias sem ouvir sua voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;ando nas ruas como se fosse minha sombra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Sem cor, sem palavras, sem reação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Não sei o que vai ser de mim se ficar nessa aflição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;E sei que apesar de tudo o meu coração quer te dar o perdão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mais minha razão não me deixa não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;E vou seguindo na contramão esperando a sua reação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Pra poder viver nosso amor sem ser na ilusão!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-6933006226394561955?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/6933006226394561955/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=6933006226394561955" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/6933006226394561955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/6933006226394561955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/06/repeitcao-ou-acumulacao.html" title="Repetição ou Acumulação?" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIAQHs5fCp7ImA9WxFUFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-1593945169567040427</id><published>2010-06-24T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:42:21.524-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-24T17:42:21.524-07:00</app:edited><title>Album vazio</title><content type="html">A foto inicial mostrava o amor de vcs.&lt;br /&gt;
A frase para ilustrar esse amor era a mais linda e pronfunda poesia.&lt;br /&gt;
Os momentos vividos eram captados por flash, muitas vezes no escuro, em preto e branco, sem foco.&lt;br /&gt;
Esses momentos eram mostrados com carinho e orgulho; um amor novo, fresco, cheio de vida!&lt;br /&gt;
De repente como num click nada mais disso existe.&lt;br /&gt;
Não há mais fotos. Não há mais frases poéticas. Era como se um nunca tivesse conhecido o outro.&lt;br /&gt;
Como se tudo vivido, tudo sentido, experimentado, todos os planos feitos nunca tivessem existido. Só resta o álbum vazio...&lt;br /&gt;
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Tudo se perdeu numa tarde fria de quarta-feira, onde vc não conseguiu manter seu amor por quem amava vc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-1593945169567040427?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/1593945169567040427/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=1593945169567040427" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1593945169567040427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/1593945169567040427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/06/album-vazio.html" title="Album vazio" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFRHo-eip7ImA9WxFUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-6638467992823904651</id><published>2010-06-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:53:35.452-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-23T13:53:35.452-07:00</app:edited><title>Incertezas...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Uma vez ele te perdoou, te deu a chance de dizer a verdade de vir de peito aberto. Você argumentou com palavras, lágrimas, olhar de arrependimento e mostrou uma nova história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Como vc nunca tinha falhado com ele antes, ele te deu um voto de confiança e pagou pra ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;A vida de vcs continuou e vc sabia que mais cedo ou mais tarde ele ia te cobrar aquilo que ficou faltando que vc prometeu que faria quando as coisas se acalmasse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Vc só não contava com a intuição dele, com aquela pulga atrás da orelha que o fez ir atrás e descobrir aquilo que vc não conseguia contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Agora vcs estão frente a frente novamente, e ele porque te ama está te dando novamente a chance de dizer a verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Só que agora vc só consegue se esquivar, não há mais palavras, lágrimas ou olhar pra salvar suas mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;E a terrível constatação que embora ninguém fale vcs dois já sabem: é o FIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-6638467992823904651?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/6638467992823904651/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=6638467992823904651" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/6638467992823904651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/6638467992823904651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/06/incertezas.html" title="Incertezas..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcDRXw_eCp7ImA9WxFUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-8423005368957058808</id><published>2010-06-20T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:27:54.240-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T17:27:54.240-07:00</app:edited><title>No balanço do rap...</title><content type="html">Nas noites de domingo sintonizo na rádio 105 FM, que apresenta seu programa "Balanço Rap".&lt;br /&gt;
Na minha opinião o melhor programa de rap e soul da rádio...aliás talvez o único...&lt;br /&gt;
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Com uma melodia envolvente, letras que nem sempre são claras pelo inglês falado, mais é essa mistura que me encanta e sempre embala meus domingos a noite!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Com um coração apaixonado, a cada dia mais amado e completo por alguém que foi feito pra mim, consegue ver na rotina da programação a inspiração que é traduzida num sorriso maroto e na saudade que sempre permanece quando estou longe do meu amor!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra quem curte um bom rap, uma boa "black music" eu RECOMENDO....&lt;br /&gt;
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BALANÇO RAP TODAS AS NOITES DE DOMINGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-8423005368957058808?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/8423005368957058808/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=8423005368957058808" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/8423005368957058808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/8423005368957058808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-balanco-do-rap.html" title="No balanço do rap..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMRng7eyp7ImA9WxFWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-4378276628894257599</id><published>2010-05-28T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:43:07.603-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-28T16:43:07.603-07:00</app:edited><title>"Toda a verdade de um amor o tempo trás."</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"...e por mim não irei renunciar antes de ver o que eu não vi em seu olhar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Paulinho da Viola - Ainda Mais&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/942945430886715258-4378276628894257599?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/4378276628894257599/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=4378276628894257599" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4378276628894257599?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/4378276628894257599?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/05/toda-verdade-de-um-amor-o-tempo-tras.html" title="&quot;Toda a verdade de um amor o tempo trás.&quot;" /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AESXs4eip7ImA9WxFWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-689993725730591034</id><published>2010-05-27T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:15:08.532-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-27T17:15:08.532-07:00</app:edited><title>Caindo no abismo...</title><content type="html">A sensação de estar caindo...num buraco sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;
É estar sem chão, sem apoio, sem fundo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Palavras...palavras...palavras!&lt;br /&gt;
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Um dia de repente tudo caiu. Todas as certezas. Tudo está sob suspeita.&lt;br /&gt;
No Abismo da suspeita.&lt;br /&gt;
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Somente vc pode me tirar dessa descida insana e sem rumo.&lt;br /&gt;
Só vc...só vc...só vc!&lt;br /&gt;
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"E a perfeição? Não sei mais dela não!&lt;br /&gt;
Acho mesmo é que a solidão é minha razão!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-689993725730591034?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/689993725730591034/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=689993725730591034" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/689993725730591034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/689993725730591034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/05/caindo-no-abismo.html" title="Caindo no abismo..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCSXw8eip7ImA9WxFQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942945430886715258.post-449300815848192696</id><published>2010-05-13T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:37:48.272-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-13T17:37:48.272-07:00</app:edited><title>O amor perfeito...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Será que ele existe?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Na minha vida ele existe; tem nome e sobrenome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Hoje vejo que o Amor Perfeito é aquele que quer&amp;nbsp;a mesma coisa que nós queremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Não é ter o sentimento desse ou daquele tamanho. Não é dizer somente sim. Não é harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;O amor perfeito é quando duas pessoas resolvem viver juntas um sentimento, quando querem estar somente com uma pessoa, quando nenhum defeito é capaz de quebrar o encanto, quando tudo se resume em saber se o outro está bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Nunca achei que fosse possível viver um amor perfeito. Mas ele existe, ele está na minha e nada nem ninguém vai estragar isso, nem mesmo o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Abram seus corações e permita-se viver, pra que a vida lhes deem de presente um amor assim perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Amor...simplesmente te amo...minha vida é sua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/942945430886715258-449300815848192696?l=camilaminervino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/feeds/449300815848192696/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=942945430886715258&amp;postID=449300815848192696" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/449300815848192696?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/942945430886715258/posts/default/449300815848192696?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://camilaminervino.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-amor-perfeito.html" title="O amor perfeito..." /><author><name>Cá Minervino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077368600008775469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oGTrM-xpPE/SnJap16TB0I/AAAAAAAABH4/QBe5qyMpjjs/S220/090712_141705.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>

