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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOzlSkau7AM/TsVZXVHC0UI/AAAAAAAABes/HncsnEepMyo/s1600/Bella+Gr%25C3%25A1vida.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOzlSkau7AM/TsVZXVHC0UI/AAAAAAAABes/HncsnEepMyo/s320/Bella+Gr%25C3%25A1vida.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, acontecerá a &lt;b&gt;Pré-Estréia&lt;/b&gt; do Filme &lt;b&gt;Amanhecer [Parte 1] &lt;/b&gt;em todo Brasil... pode-se dizer que vai ser amanhã, mas está mais próximo de hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na minha cidade vai ser às 00:01 de hoje para amanhã, em clima &lt;b&gt;"Vampyre"&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aproveitando para comentar um pouquinho os fatos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bella Swan está perto de ser mamãe... estou nesta fase também!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma fase maravilhosa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, estou muito feliz porque vou ser mamãe como ela e também porque vou assistir à Pré-Estréia hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Um Beijo ;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-1545786600155625294?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Estou reformulando algumas coisas e inclusive criando um blog para divulgar e comercializar meus templates, que por enquanto não são profissionais, mas estou me qualificando! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Além disso, estou vendo novos livros para disponibilizar aqui no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto isso, conheçam alguns de meus trabalhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Briilho de um Olhar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.briilhodeumolhar.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.briilhodeumolhar.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Canal #Sexo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://channelsex.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;http://channelsex.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Blog Do Ozama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ossaness.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ossaness.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- DJ Thayse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://djthayse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;http://djthayse.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-170903712564736240?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"Muita gente entra e sai em tua vida ao longo dos anos. Mas só os verdadeiros amigos deixam impressões em seu coração."&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/4712271207282774627-7896941967081652230?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quando você menos espera, as coisas na sua vida tomam um rumo diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não tenho nada elaborado para escrever, mas...estou muito feliz! E isso basta, para eu postar aqui! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim, logo, logo com novidades no blog! &lt;b&gt;=*&lt;/b&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/4712271207282774627-6715553037750802344?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Todo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mundo &lt;/span&gt;carr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ega dentro de si uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;E todo mundo aprende a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;reprimi-la &lt;/span&gt;para ser &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;adulto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Crescemos e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"temos"&lt;/span&gt; que ser sérios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quantas vezes você já não ouviu alguém dizer: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"deixe de criancice!"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;E desde quando precisamos deixar de ser crianças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ria de você mesmo, seja &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"ridículo"&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;brinque na chuva, de fazer castelos na areia, de fazer castelos no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;sonhe, faça bagunça no meio da rua, cante &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;na hora que der vontade&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;converse com você mesmo&lt;/span&gt; como se tivesse conversando com um amiguinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;assista desenho animado e veja a sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;como se ela fosse um desenho animado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;brinque com uma criança... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;como uma criança&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fique &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;feliz &lt;/span&gt;simplesmente por ficar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;sorria e ria &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sem motivo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ria de você&lt;/span&gt;, dos seus dramas, do ridículo das situações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E acredite&lt;/span&gt; na pureza do ser humano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;na pureza de criança&lt;/span&gt; que talvez esteja escondida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;mas que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;existe em cada um de nós&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548866841943675074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/TQGI_lv_EMI/AAAAAAAABbg/VDmTNDzqv8M/s320/1286884291564_f.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Para alguns &lt;/span&gt;você vai parecer louco, bobo ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; infantil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;mostre a língua para esses&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "alguns"&lt;/span&gt; e diga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;como uma criança: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"sou bobo mas sou feliz!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Esses&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "alguns" &lt;/span&gt;com certeza têm uma criança maluquinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;doida pra fazer bagunça &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A vida já é muito&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; complicada &lt;/span&gt;para vivermos sérios e carrancudos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E isso tudo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;não é&lt;/span&gt; deixar de viver com seriedade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é viver com a leveza &lt;/span&gt;de uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; obrigações de adulto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fica muito &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mais fácil&lt;/span&gt; viver assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Com um coração de criança. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(A mais certa do mundo) *-*</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Queridos leitores, após um longo tempo sem postagens no blog, devido à uma mistura de preguiça com falta de tempo... cá estou eu novamente... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Daqui a 24 dias, há&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; exatamente um ano atrás, e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;starei completando um ano de casamento, ao lado de uma pessoa maravilhosa! O fato de estar aqui é que hoje estava lendo o último post do meu esposo em seu blog, sobre a vis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;ão masculina em relação ao sexo e resolvi ler um a um os posts mais antigos (sorte é claro que não eram muitos, cerca de vinte, nem isso) alguns continham&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; comentários meus, inclusive da época em que éramos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"somente" amigos. Entretanto o que realmente chamou minha atenção, foi no post "A Pessoa Errada" em que certamente havia me passado despercebido o lindo comentário que ele postou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele me emocionou, me fez chorar, e lembrar de tanta coisa que já passamos juntos (em "apenas" um ano - dos milhares que virão - espero!) e então cheguei no post "Eu te amo não diz tudo", mas desta vez o li mais atenta do que no primeiro momento - anteriormente - e o máximo de detalhes eu percebi, o texto é de Martha Medeiros, a escritora do livro "Doidas e Santas" que conforme o teste "Que livro é você?" sou eu! Muito além disso, é fato tudo que está escrito nele, é fato, como é difícil demonstrar a partir do convívio, das atitudes e de um pacto "invisível" a maneira como amamos a pessoa que está ao nosso lado. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;A rotina nem sempre é agradável, mas a minha concepção é que devemos valorizar os aspectos positivos da pessoa e do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; relacionamento, e em muitas situações será preciso &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;que ambos cedam, em diferentes momentos para se adaptar um ao outro, haverá a criação de novos conceitos a partir da relação de aprendizado com o companheiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Afinal um relacionamento, normalmente, é a união de dois seres diferentes, com criações diferentes, crenças diferentes, gostos, etc., não podemos esperar que a pessoa amada aja exatamente da maneira como desejamos, por isso é preciso compreensão de ambos os lados e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;principalmente diálogo, pois o diálogo (por experiência própria) é a melhor forma de "discutir a relação", sem qualquer tipo de violência ou agressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero dedicar este post ao meu amado esposo Rafael Magnus Ossanes, o qual luta todos os dias ao meu lado na construção da nossa família, gostaria de mais uma vez pedir perdão pelos meus erros ao longo desse tempo juntos e principalmente dizer que um relacionamento nos amadurece, quebra conceitos, estabelece novos, mas é maravilhoso quando você está ao lado de quem você ama!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Sei que certamente muitos erros virão, de ambas as partes, mas que dentro do crescimento/amadurecimento que tenho hoje, muitos dos erros cometidos jamais teriam acontecido, infelizmente é claro, o tempo é &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;irreversível, mas fica a dica de Fernando Sabino... "No fim tudo dá certo, se não deu certo é porque ainda não chegou ao fim." e Chico Xavier... "Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora a fazer um novo fim !"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiquem com o texto de Martha Medeiros:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentir-se amado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cara diz que te ama, então tá. Ele te ama.&lt;br /&gt;Sua mulher d&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;iz que te ama, então assunto encerrado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sabe que é amado porque lhe disseram isso, as três palavrinhas mágicas. Mas saber-se amado é uma coisa, sentir-se amado é outra, uma diferença de milhas, um espaço eno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;rme para a angústia instalar-se.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;A demonstração de amor requer mais do que beijos, sexo e verbalização, apesar de não sonharmos com outra coisa: se o cara beija, transa e diz que me ama, tenha a santa paciência, vou querer que ele faça pacto de sangue também?&lt;br /&gt;Pactos. Acho que é isso. Não de sangue nem de nada que se possa ver e tocar. É um pacto silencioso que tem a força de manter as coisas enraizadas, um pacto de eternidade, mesmo que o destino um dia venha a dividir o caminho dos dois.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se amado é sentir que a pessoa tem interesse real na sua vida, que zela pela sua felicidade, que se preocupa quando as coisas não estão dando certo, que sugere caminhos para melhorar, que coloca-se a postos para ouvir suas dúvidas e que dá uma sacudida em você, caso você esteja delirando. "Não seja tão severa consigo mesma, relaxe um pouco. Vou te trazer um cálice de vinho".Sentir-se amado é ver que ela lembra de coisas que você contou dois anos atrás, é vê-la tentar reconciliar você com seu pai, é ver como &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;ela fica triste quando você está triste e como sorri com delicadeza quando diz que você está fazendo uma tempestade em copo d´água. "Lembra que quando eu passei por isso você disse que eu estava dramatizando? Então, chegou sua vez de simplificar as coisas. Vem aqui, tira este sapato."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentem-se amados aqueles que perdoam um ao outro e que não transformam a mágoa em munição na hora da discussão. Sente-se amado aquele que se sente aceito, que se sente bem-vindo, que se sente inteiro. Sente-se amado aquele que tem sua solidão respeitada, aquele que sabe que não existe assunto proibido, que tudo pode ser dito e &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;compreendido. Sente-se amado quem se sente seguro para ser exatamente como é, sem inventar um personagem para a relação, pois personagem nenhum se sustenta muito tempo. Sente-se amado qu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;em não ofega, mas suspira; quem não levanta a voz, mas fala; quem não concorda, mas escuta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora sente-se e escute: eu te amo não diz tudo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/TM-TfTYzAII/AAAAAAAABJU/shWZSGaoKEM/s320/x%5D.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534804633051136130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando ainda éramos "apenas amigos", ele agradecendo porque eu arrumei o template do seu blog. *-* (Detalhe: 10 dias antes do nosso primeiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; beijo!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/TM-USO8Tu-I/AAAAAAAABJc/FzGxKiHUZZE/s320/Post.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534805508031232994" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Aqui um dia antes do meu aniversário, meu comentário acerca de uma das postagens dele, "Faça acontecer que eu faço valer a pena"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;O que eu posso dizer? Que valeu demais a pena, te amo demais meu amor! &lt;b&gt;&lt;~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/TM-VIFZD9eI/AAAAAAAABJk/uDoVtlUCzSg/s320/Te+amo+Rafa.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534806433180415458" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;E esse é o comentário dele, lindo demais, que rendeu lágrimas, sobre o seu post "A pessoa errada", meu Bb^ te amo demais, você é a pessoa errada mais certa da minha vida! x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-813096954611406334?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Um coração de imediato percebe o outro, compreende o outro, não  necessita de explicações, não necessita de traduções! A maneira como as  coisas acontecem na vida, como as “coincidências” são encontros  previamente marcados e como uma coisa depende da outra para funcionar,  como uma pessoa depende da outra para impulsionar. E que fique claro  aqui que não falo apenas das almas amantes, falo das almas cúmplices,  amigas, aliás, principalmente delas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não  duvido que de fato exista alma gêmea, mas quem foi que disse que se  aplica unicamente a um amor? Porque não podemos considerar amigos nessa  definição? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;Quem foi que disse que o amor pode acabar?&lt;b&gt;”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;– Catedral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O  amor de uma verdadeira amizade jamais acaba ele aumenta a cada dia, ele  se transforma se renova constantemente nos faz rever os conceitos, as  lembranças, os enlaces de tal amizade e reforçá-los. Se você sente-se  só, machucada, decepcionada, literalmente quebrada sem um amor tente se  imaginar agora sem seu melhor amigo, ou ainda pior, sem todos os seus  amigos...&lt;/i&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/4712271207282774627-6141518471922499298?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vamos iniciar com um livro solicitado pela disciplina de Teatro na Educação I chamado: Improvisação para o Teatro - Viola Spolin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#modeon compartilhamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/THNZaOHpJyI/AAAAAAAABAo/OTuaW8Su-Qc/s1600/Capa+-+Livro+Improvisa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+teatro+-+Viola+Spolin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/THNZaOHpJyI/AAAAAAAABAo/OTuaW8Su-Qc/s320/Capa+-+Livro+Improvisa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+teatro+-+Viola+Spolin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508845076205872930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;pse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Esta obra é uma espécie de  bíblia dos educadores em jogos dramáticos e na arte do teatro. Trata-se  de um manual útil para atores profissionais, amadores e crianças, para a  escola e centros comunitários, pois oferece um detalhado programa de  oficinas de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4shared.com/document/I_cmTaeg/Improvisao_Para_o_Teatro_-_VS.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/THNYqsl6dGI/AAAAAAAABAY/07Bce21cVoM/s200/Cliqueaquiparabaixar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508844259752178786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-1833294174395451616?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Algumas contêm surpresas impensáveis, mesmo após desembrulhar o presente. Evidentemente que algumas surpresas são maravilhosas, mas, nem toda surpresa é positiva, neste caso, temos as caixinhas com presentes explosivos como; bombas em nossas vidas, ou ainda venenos por vezes destilados por cobras perdidas em alguma das caixas.&lt;br /&gt;      Entretanto, o pior, é quando projetamos na caixinha do outro, o que gostaríamos na nossa, enchendo-nos de esperanças e expectativas, fazendo-nos esquecer de que na verdade não são só caixinhas e sim humanos.&lt;br /&gt;      Quando a realidade nos convoca (ela é intolerante às faltas) não nos deixando opção, senão acordar e usufruir da nossa dor... Que por vezes arde e queima no peito sozinha, que por meses nada destrói tudo, sucumbe, nada adoça.&lt;br /&gt;Ao final de tudo descobrimos o que na verdade já sabíamos, resta-nos somente alguém: um único alguém com quem podemos criar laços, mesmo que algumas vezes haja atritos ou ainda crises passageiras de identidade, ainda assim, só haverá um único refúgio, uma única fortaleza, talvez a única alternativa jamais pensada: nós mesmos, confiando em nosso próprio eu, e tendo ele como apoio às nossas vidas, nos diferentes momentos em que estamos “sozinhos”.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/TEadsdoBVMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ac58T_hfzek/s1600/caixinha_de_bonecos_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/TEadsdoBVMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ac58T_hfzek/s320/caixinha_de_bonecos_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496253782444561602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Certamente, nesta vida, não vivi em vão, posso afirmar que de tudo aprendi: meus amigos, os verdadeiros, não enchem a palma da minha mão, deixei-os na minha cidade junto com quase toda a felicidade que eu nem sabia que tinha, e aqui restam-me lembranças e migalhas de um passado recente e surgem colegas com os quais certamente não posso contar. Afinal, para quem não sabe diferenciar ainda: colegas não são amigos.&lt;br /&gt;     Feliz Dia do Amigo, dedico especialmente esse texto à minha irmã, amiga, porto-seguro,e agora Mamãe: Jiliane Maria Martim (aí menina, se soubesse a falta que tu me faz, jamais sumiria da minha vista, pois mesmo sabendo que está bem, dói muito não te ter por perto, amo você demais). Dedico também aos meus grandes amigos, de longos anos, os quais cresci e passei por muita coisa junto, amo vocês, obrigado por tudo, por cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thayse Nunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-2570679769283991986?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Descreve ainda um pouco da Análise Ativa, de Stanislavski,  como um método teatral que auxilia nesse processo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; page-break-after: avoid; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Essência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A arte de improvisar propõe  a investigação e proporciona prazer através dos jogos improvisacionais  (exercícios teatrais executados por um ou mais atores que consistem na  criação de uma cena sem ensaios, apenas com uma breve combinação  estabelecida entre os jogadores), não há idade, portanto, qualquer  pessoa pode jogar. O jogo incita o indivíduo a organizar e utilizar  formas de linguagem teatral aprimorando assim, suas habilidades  comunicacionais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Durante o improviso o ator  adquire uma desenvoltura cênica para a construção do seu personagem e  aprende a tornar o espetáculo interessante de maneira a envolver os  espectadores. Entretanto, na construção de um espetáculo o ator deve  fazer três perguntas essenciais: Quem, Onde e O Que, que tornam  explícito o personagem, o cenário e a ação executada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A  improvisação muda o modo de visão do ator, tornando-o mais crítico e  fazendo-o refletir a cerca dos erros cometidos e/ou as melhorias que  podem ser feitas durante o processo de criação do seu personagem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando  não há emoção no personagem (entenda-se por emoção não a própria do  ator, mas a construída a partir do personagem) a cena torna-se mecânica  distanciando-se da realidade, porém, quanto mais espontânea é a atuação  mais naturalidade ela passa ao espectador, surgindo assim, a comunicação  emocional entre o ator e a platéia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O  método de Stanislavski&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A  partir do método de “Análise Ativa” (não tradicional) de construção do  personagem, o diretor muitas vezes tem suas expectativas superadas uma  vez que a imaginação e a visão do ator constroem um personagem diferente  do planejado pelo diretor. Esse método criado por Stanislavski  fundamenta-se no sistema de assimilação gradativa e tem como propósito  separar estímulos criadores. Esse método favorece o entendimento do  texto através da vivência corporal, dando independência ao ator na  criação de movimentos e gestos analisando um texto, logo no seu início,  não sentado em uma cadeira discutindo passivamente seu conteúdo, mas  ativamente, ou seja, encenando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Portanto é  evidente que a análise ativa, confirmada cientificamente e aprovada na  prática por ter dado excelentes resultados, deve ser usada em nossos  teatros, o uso da espontaneidade, e os jogos teatrais contribuem para a  formação do ator.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Segundo  Leonel Fischer, ator, autor, diretor e professor de improvisação,  podemos aperfeiçoar nossas formas de improvisar seguindo algumas dicas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Procure,  sempre que possível, fugir de seu universo pessoal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fale apenas o essencial.  Palavras em excesso comprometem os sentimentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aprenda a escutar os outros. Só  assim os outros escutarão você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não faça questão de impor suas  idéias. É importante aceitar outras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Contracenar implica em troca: saber  dar e saber receber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teatro é ação, não digressão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando perceber uma  dificuldade, invista nela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reaja prontamente a todos os estímulos, sem  maiores racionalizações.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pense sempre que você está atuando para alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não sofra se algo der  errado numa improvisação. Acertos só nascem de equívocos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.95pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Conclusão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A  partir dessa experiência, podemos destacar que é essencial ao ator  desprender-se do texto para conseguir visualizar outras maneiras de  encenar utilizando-se também da técnica de improviso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Este  artigo é o resultado de uma pesquisa realizada por acadêmicos do  primeiro semestre do curso de licenciatura em teatro da Universidade  Federal de Pelotas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-2178800469941470569?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S8opXPs9wBI/AAAAAAAAA7M/NBQW2cd0JaE/s200/rosa_azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461222977469005842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se és capaz de manter a tua calma quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo o  mundo ao teu redor já a perdeu e te culpa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De crer em ti quando estão  todos duvidando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E para esses no entanto achar uma desculpa;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se  és capaz de esperar sem te desesperares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou, enganado, não mentir ao  mentiroso,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou, sendo odiado, sempre ao ódio te esquivares,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não  parecer bom demais, nem pretensioso;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se és capaz de pensar --sem  que a isso só te atires,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sonhar --sem fazer dos sonhos teus  senhores.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se encontrando a desgraça e o triunfo conseguires&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratar  da mesma forma a esses dois impostores;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se és capaz de sofrer a dor  de ver mudadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em armadilhas as verdades que disseste,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as  coisas, por que deste a vida, estraçalhadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E refazê-las com o bem  pouco que te reste;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, entre reis, não perder a  naturalidade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de amigos, quer bons, quer maus, te defenderes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se  a todos podes ser de alguma utilidade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se és capaz de dar, segundo  por segundo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao minuto fatal todo o valor e brilho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua é a terra  com tudo o que existe no mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que mais --tu serás um homem, ó  meu filho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O If Clube Mundial, com sede em Pelotas-RS / Brasil, baseia-se nesse poema e entrega simbólicamente uma rosa azul, a quem seguí-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-5291914586270691310?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S55K77E7EKI/AAAAAAAAA6g/4XoQPj99XDg/s200/amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448874992495956130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, enquanto houver amizade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faremos as pazes de novo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se a amizade permanecer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um de outro se há-de lembrar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se formos amigos de verdade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade nos reaproximará.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se ainda sobrar amizade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nasceremos de novo, um para o outro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez de forma diferente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo único e inesquecível cada momento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos para sempre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há duas formas para viver a sua vida:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-9060442420000112145?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S55Cg2xrijI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KqkGrVGzHPU/s200/amor+e+amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448865731392014898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perguntei a um sábio,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a diferença que havia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;entre amor e amizade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ele me disse essa verdade...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Amizade mais segura.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nos dá asas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é plantado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e com carinho cultivado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;companheira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem um amigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou uma grande paixão,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dentro do seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Shakespeare &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/4712271207282774627-2721923470161293787?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só para dar uma olhadinha no look da minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ceia de Natal, este ano! kpsdpkspdpkdspk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-2543497151837336058?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mais do que um  salário mínimo que muita gente por aí rala pra conseguir e manter uma família  inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja,  (falando agora no popular pra ser entendido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bandido com 5 filhos, além de comandar o crime de dentro das prisões,  comer e beber nas costas de quem trabalha e/ou paga impostos, ainda tem direito  a receber auxílio reclusão de R$ 3.991,50 da Previdência Social. Qual pai de  família com 5 filhos recebe um salário suado igual ou mesmo um aposentado que  trabalhou e contribuiu a vida inteira e ainda tem que se submeter ao fator  previdenciário? Mesmo que seja um auxílio temporário, prisão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é colônia de  férias.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isto é um incentivo a criminalidade nesse país formado por corruptos e ladrões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Confira no site da Previdência Social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portaria nº 48, de  12/2/2009, do INSS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.previdenciasocial.gov.br/conteudoDinamico.php?id=22"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.previdenciasocial.gov.br/conteudoDinamico.php?id=22&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-lhes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vale a pena estudar e ter uma profissão?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Trabalhar 30 dias para receber salário mínimo de R$ 510,00 fazer malabarismo com  orçamento pra manter a família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Viver  endividado com prestações da TV, do celular ou do carro que você não pode  ostentar pra não ser assaltado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Viver  recluso atrás das grades de sua casa?&lt;br /&gt;5. Por acaso os filhos do sujeito que  foi morto pelo coitadinho que está preso, recebem uma bolsa de R$ 798,30 para seu  sustento?&lt;br /&gt;6. Já viu algum defensor dos direitos humanos defendendo esta bolsa  para os filhos das vítimas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Você acredita nas promessas dos políticos  corruptos, ladrões eleitos pela grande massa de ignorantes em nosso país?&lt;br /&gt;8.  Você acredita no discurso da polícia que está se esforçando pra diminuir a  criminalidade?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-1005604494224824485?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma sociedade que julga todas as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;coisas pela ótica, uma ótima limitada à aparência externa, uma ótica que não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;valoriza os sentimentos, que precisa usar máscaras, por medo de se expor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Será que um homossexual não pode servir o exército, por causa de sua opção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sexual? Em que parte ele é menos digno? Em que parte ele perde a moral? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em que parte ele não tem o mesmo espírito de servir sua Pátria, como os demais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E porque homens não podem chorar nesta sociedade? Porque isso os torna fracos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Pelo contrário, isso os torna humanos, e forte o bastante para transparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; suas emoções, forte o bastante para não temer o julgamento dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Eu ando um pouco perdida no meio dos meus problemas, no meio da minha vida, tão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; fixa nos problemas, que até esqueço dos problemas alheios, é claro que o nome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;disso é egoísmo, mas podemos chamar de desespero também.Perdendo alguém que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amo e que nunca tive certas atitudes por outra pessoa, saindo de casa, ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; indefinidamente, um pouco de tudo na casa de todos... e uma mãe que precisa de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mim, em um momento tão complicado, como o que já passamos anteriormente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Noites de sono mal durmidas, dores de cabeça, vontade de desistir, ver sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de cabeça pra cima, seu amor indo embora e sua mãe com problemas em que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; torna-se inútil para resolver, tudo o que pode fazer é ver o sofrimento pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lado de fora de uma janela. A vontade chorar, a vontade de gritar, incessante no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; seu peito. A tristeza corroendo a alma, e você procurando a porta que diz: saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-346291237977826554?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O nome origina-se do formato que assume o ventrículo esquerdo após a crise, que lembra o Takotsubo, pote de barro japonês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também conhecida como cardiomiopatia de estresse, a doença tem uma incidência maior em mulheres, principalmente no período após a menopausa, provavelmente, por conta dos baixos níveis de estrógenos, sugerindo que esse hormônio possa ser um protetor contra a síndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De acordo com Vítola, a doença provoca uma disfunção no ventrículo esquerdo, que pode chegar a causar choque cardiogênico (falha grave da capacidade de bombeamento do coração) e arritmia ventricular, podendo levar à morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os principais sintomas são dor e aperto no peito e, em algumas vezes, dificuldade em respirar. Quando são feitos os primeiros exames, o cardiologista atesta que o paciente apresenta alteração no eletrocardiograma e elevação de enzimas cardíacas, sintomas típicos do infarto agudo do miocárdio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por causa de todas essas similaridades, são indicados alguns exames específicos. A cintilografia cardíaca com MIBG, um exame de medicina nuclear, faz um mapeamento para demonstrar as áreas disfuncionais do coração e confirmar o diagnóstico da síndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A mortalidade provocada pela doença sem o diagnóstico é desconhecida. "Para os pacientes que chegam ao hospital a mortalidade não passa de 1%", completa João Vítola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parana-online.com.br/canal/vida-e-saude/news/361000/?noticia=A+SINDROME+DO+CORACAO+PARTIDO+E+SEUS+SINTOMAS"&gt;Reportagem Original - Clique Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4712271207282774627-7409927816388396025?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S2cy5duAhXI/AAAAAAAAA4s/zIj-kyqtyv0/s400/l%C3%A1grima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433367438257325426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero fechar a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero desistir disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais brigar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s acharemos um caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o amor que tinhamos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós podemos fazê-lo durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz o que tenho que ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz o que você quer fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não posso viver a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que você quer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe não posso seguir, vivendo desse jeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que chorar por você?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que chorar por você?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me diz porque tudo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não há vencedores nisso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém está ganhando pontos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Vamos começar do começo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos fazer durar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o amor que temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz o que tenho que ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz o que você quer fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não posso viver a minha vida &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que você quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Você sabe que não posso seguir, vivendo desse jeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que chorar por você?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que chorar por você?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que esperar na noite fria até a luz da manhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu tenho que dizer que não vou te deixar ir a lugar algum?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; O que tenho que ser?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Me diz o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não posso viver a minha vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que você que você quer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu não posso seguir, vivendo desse jeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que chorar por você?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que não posso seguir, vivendo desse jeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que chorar por você?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que chorar por você?&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/4712271207282774627-5348808829635592614?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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width: 320px; float: left; height: 208px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429577404023863426" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S1m74b9UeII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ePzpw9RhbYQ/s320/thay_rafa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafa, a música abaixo... é dedicada à você, o homem que eu amo e que quero do meu lado pra vida inteira, te amo demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Minha Baby - Quarteto Naipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Estamos aqui neste dia especial&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi tão assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não percebemos e nem vimos o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quanta emoção mas aprendi, que vale a pena esperar&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos que são difíceis de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Como o primeiro olhar ou aquele beijo que roubei de Você&lt;br /&gt;Vimos fogos no céu, foram sinais&lt;br /&gt;Pois não acabaria ali&lt;br /&gt;Pois foi Deus quem uniu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada mais pode nos separar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo, você é tudo pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero minha princesa e &lt;strong&gt;prometo sempre te fazer Feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero viver com você, conquistar as coisas com você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois pro amor não tem barreirras&lt;br /&gt;E por toda a minha vida eu vou dizer&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S1m8Jx3WbQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xrla-jhCAuM/s1600-h/rafa_thay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 206px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429577701962181890" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S1m8Jx3WbQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xrla-jhCAuM/s320/rafa_thay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É mais do que paixão, o que eu sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não vejo palavras não&lt;br /&gt;Mas é bem simples de entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O porque da nossa união&lt;br /&gt;Minha baby, você é demais&lt;br /&gt;Es o maior presente que já recebi do meu Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo, você é tudo pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero minha princesa e &lt;strong&gt;prometo sempre te fazer Feliz&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver com você, conquistar as coisas com você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois pro amor não tem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;E por toda a minha vida eu vou dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se o nosso amor foi firmado na rocha&lt;br /&gt;Não importa não o tamanho da tribulação&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que em Cristo vamos vencer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo, você é tudo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero minha princesa e &lt;strong&gt;prometo sempre te fazer Feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero viver com você, conquistar as coisas com você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois pro amor não tem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;E por toda a minha vida eu vou dizer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo, você é tudo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu te quero minha princesa e &lt;strong&gt;prometo sempre te fazer Feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero viver com você, conquistar as coisas com você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois pro amor não tem barreiras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHVzJjYIwk8/S1m8Jx3WbQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xrla-jhCAuM/s1600-h/rafa_thay.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E por toda a minha vida eu vou dizer&lt;br /&gt;Minha baby, minha baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu amo você.&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/4712271207282774627-5025566533660498744?l=thaysenunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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