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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Provavelmente este vai ser meu ultimo post do ano, e na verdade eu nem sequer estava pensando em postar nada, mas deu vontade agora. De 2011 muitas coisas a serem lembradas muitas coisas a serem esquecidas e eu ainda nem sei como organizar esse ano na minha vida. Estou tentando ser menos sensivel a cada dia, apesar de eu sempre ter escutado que não tenho nenhuma sensibilidade pelo menos não com as palavras e pode até ser que seja verdade. Mas por tras das palavras e da praticidade eu sou muito sensivel, não me esqueço das coisas facimente queria não ser capaz de guardar tanto sentimento dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwwnhy7lbOE/TvIaeDOUp1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-4U1bIxSTJw/s1600/DSC00849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwwnhy7lbOE/TvIaeDOUp1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-4U1bIxSTJw/s320/DSC00849.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu passei 1 ano e 6 meses longe de casa e estou aqui a 6 dias tenho tanta coisa para fazer tanta gente que eu queria mto ver, mas isso vai ter que esperar uma proxima visita, estou correndo com medicos e exames e quase não me sobra tempo. Eu estou tentando guardar o cheiro o gosto o sentimento de estar em casa e levar comigo de volta ao Reino Unido. Minha sobrinha Sara é a coisa mais linda e fofa e eu nem quero pensar em dizer adeus em menos de 1 mes, estou curtindo muito os sorrisos os cheiros ela é muito especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando minha mãe esteve me visitando em Portsmouth em Agosto eu fiquei muito, mas muito feliz mesmo era bom ter alguém que me conhecia por perto alguém que sabe quem eu sou e que me quer bem assim mesmo. Eu ainda não sei o que futuro tem pra mim, nem o que o ano de 2012 vai trazer, mas eu espero que me traga pelo menos o mesmo que eu tive em 2011 e eu já vou estar mais que feliz.&amp;nbsp; Sou muito abençoada por ter ao meu lado o Sime, a minha familia e os meus amigos. E aqui em casa pensando em tudo que eu tenho vivido isso fica ainda mais claro para mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Em todas as circunstacias eu quero ser o que me faz feliz...eu sinto falta de todas as pessoas que amo todo o tempo que elas não estão comigo, mas mesmo assim...eu desejo que elas estejam sempre felizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...Renata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-7104493992695093227?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dos tempos de Criança o mês de Outubros me traz lembranças dos presentes e doces e festas do dia das crianças, já na minha adolescência tinham as caminhadas e protestos do dia dos estudantes, mas acima de todas essas razões o que mais me lembro sobre o mês de Outubro é que dia 12 é o aniversário da mulher que eu mais admiro nesse mundo: A minha mãe!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje eu quero dedicar essa postagem para ela, e lembra-la que nas minhas histórias ela é um dos heróis, que muitas vezes ela se esquece de quem ela é, de que tudo que ela conquistou nessa vida cheia de lutas, cheia de lágrimas e falta de consolo nesses anos todos, não foram graças a outras pessoas, mas sim graças ao seu esforço pessoal e sua determinação e fé em um mundo melhor, em agarrar as oportunidades, em plantar uma boa semente um bom exemplo para mim, para os meus irmãos e para o resto da família que você só cuidou, cuida e ama. Enfim mãe sem você essa família não seria...E não tenha vergonha de tomar esse mérito de receber essa medalha, porque mesmo que ninguém nunca venha te dizer ou agradecer essa é a verdade que você precisa lembrar e não esquecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dona Marilza, tia Iza, Izinha, Minha Mãe!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário!! Que Deus te conceda muitos e muitos anos de vida e que em cada um deles, vc experimente os diferentes sabores da Felicidade!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com amor de sua filha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...Renata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-5158924485250333422?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bom só postando e lembrando que as vezes um momento de solidão faz bem. A vida anda bem com seus problemas e alegrias...não que isso faz qualquer diferença para os movimentos de translação e rotação...&lt;br /&gt;
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Não ando com cabeça pra postar daí decidi postar meus videozinhos do youtube aqui...&lt;br /&gt;
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...Renata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-2529601922756185805?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soft Watch&lt;/i&gt; At &lt;i&gt;Moment of First Explosion&lt;/i&gt;, c.1954  by Salvador Dali&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz tempo eu descobri que viver longe dos que nos fazem falta e' ruim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Entao e' ainda pior quando vivemos longe de nos mesmos. Estranha essa sensacao de nao ser voce mesmo quem vive a sua vida. E eu ando tentando entender isso, confesso nao tem sido facil, talvez uma crise existencial. Sem problemas ja que eu nao sinto como se estivesse vivendo minha propria vida, nao sou eu quem tem crise existencial? Certo? O tempo e' curto bom seria se pudessemos fazer como Dali e assisti-lo passar num momento suave e explosivo!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tia Lena &amp;amp; D. Marilza (mae)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Enfim resolvi postar tem coisa boa para comentar, tem o tempo pra matar a saudade pra diminuir e assim vamos ao que interessa. Hoje e' o dia das maes e eu que tenho uma mae e tanto...ou tantas maes. Desejando que a distancia nunca diminua esse amor e esse cuidado teu por mim. Desejando um Feliz dia das maes para minha mae! Saudades mae e espero voce aqui comigo em Agosto...mal posso esperar! Para minhas outras maes de coracao, desejo que a saudade me deixe respirar e que eu possa bem rapidinho estar perto para todos os abracos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thai &amp;amp; Helo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para minha amiga Thai, que hoje por primeira vez tem ao seu lado (colo) a filha&amp;nbsp; que ha' um ano estava na barriga ainda, desejo toda Felicidade e Alegria nesse dia!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;William &amp;amp; Livia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kati &amp;amp; Sara&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Para minha irma Kati que a nossa Sara venha com muita saude e que seus dias sejam repletos de felicidades do comeco ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magrella (Gil) &amp;amp; Ana Elisa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Para minha amiga Magrella...se e' possivel seja ainda mais feliz a cada dia. Feliz dia das maes a todas as maes que fazem parte da minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...Renata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-2558409168300108924?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/TQjkDsoKBRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/AhpRUd9QPbo/s1600/2010-11-06_15-34-59_372_Salisbury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/TQjkDsoKBRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/AhpRUd9QPbo/s320/2010-11-06_15-34-59_372_Salisbury.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de Salisbury&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu pensei em nao escrever mais nesse blog. Pensei e deixei para la...Sei que ha tempos em que tomamos decisoes de cabeca quente e depois voltamos atras e ai ja' e' tarde demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje estou postando do meu trampo, nao tenho acentos no meu teclado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem essa menina que trabalha aqui e amanha e' o ultimo dia dela aqui, ela e' chinesa, volta para a China e ai eu tava pensando em mim, quando sera' que vai ser meu ultimo dia aqui? Sera' que vou ser muito diferente qdo finalmente eu voltar para o Brasil? Sera' que vou me adaptar a vida como antes? Perguntas que serao respondidas qdo isso acontecer, mas mesmo assim eu penso nelas hoje. Eu tenho mania de sofrer antes da hora...apesar que isso so' me faria bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Circle, perto de casa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O natal esta chegando e hoje eu estive olhando precos para as passagens se eu fosse para o Brasil agora...ate' que se eu quisesse poderia ir amanha achei uma de £780.00 Mas eu nao posso. Vou ficar por aqui mesmo. Acho que vou arriscar cozinhar uma ceia, sei la'. Nao vou comer PF na casa da cunhada de novo nao! Conversei com meu chefe ontem, acho que vou mesmo comecar o meu curso em maio do ano que vem. 2011!!! Que rapido...espero que 2012 nao seja o fim do mundo...quero mais que 2 anos pra viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sinto falta da minha familia e dos meu amigos. Amigos me decepcionam demais. Acho que aqui nessa terra eu nao vou mais tentar fazer amigos e' muito cansativo, e o desgaste emocional pra pessoas como eu e' muito grande. O melhor e' ser superficial e ir levando ate' um dia eu poder ter por perto amigos de verdade, bicho do mato, raro um ser como eu, que fala o mesmo portugues errado que eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim termino este post cheio de erros...assim bem assim como foi o meu ano...espero por um 2011 mais sensato... Espero voltar aqui ainda esse ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saudades de todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;..Renata...&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/6377920-8368549120242130777?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/TI0_lfKzk3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/-_9lIWNqV-c/s1600/P1040284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/TI0_lfKzk3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/-_9lIWNqV-c/s320/P1040284.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gesa &amp;amp; Eu em Londres!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas ontem tb achei forças para ir pela primeira vez em Cadem Town, nem sei se é assim mesmo que escreve, mas enfim lá estive com Gesa, uma work experience da escola. Se não achasse nada mais interessante naquele lugar só o fato de ter achado Guaraná Antartica pra beber já me faria amar o local, mas não foi só o Guraraná...O lugar é maravilhoso, tem um pouquinho de tudo, almocei num japonês chamado Hi Sushi! Não receomendo...Não quero que ninguém mais além de mim tenha o Prazer de comer tão bem...hehehe Brincando, mais que recomendo. A comida é da melhor...Maravilha! Amei o mercado, mas preciso voltar com mais grana. Melhor voltar com pouca grana se não compro mais do que devo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Kati me ligou mais cedo(é um dos melhores sentimentos do mundo, receber uma ligação de casa, te faz sentir como se vc pertence a algum lugar). Apesar de ter sido rápida, foi muito bom falar com ela. Saudades Kati. Quero conhecer sua casa nova. Desejando muitas mas muitas momentos felizes na sua casinha nova. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas hoje num tô muito bem, me sinto um tanto triste, não que tenha razões só me sinto só...Cansada. Com Saudades. E por isso estou postando. Queria alguém pra conversar um pouco, apesar de que a Rosa veio aqui e nós até fomos dar uma volta, mas acho que não é suficiente, tem horas que vc precisa de alguém que sabe quem vc é...de um bicho algual a vc. Que te reconhece e te entende pelo cheiro e um simples "como vai" já te faz sentir melhor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim terminando, Thai e Helo to preparando uma postagem especial pra vcs...Amo demais. Saudades tantas...tantas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
...Renata...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-2947440059788822025?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/TInRwMSfQII/AAAAAAAAAaw/waHB9gMITqQ/s1600/100_3444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/TInRwMSfQII/AAAAAAAAAaw/waHB9gMITqQ/s320/100_3444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não ignorando o fato de que não posto nada a meses, me desculpando se alguém esperava mais de mim. Amando meu novo Apt. a não ser&amp;nbsp;o fato de que o Sime ta tentando arruinar a decoração e temos brigado por causa disso =P enfim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de tanto tempo coisas novas e velhas coisas tem acontecido na minha vida. Trabalho novo, casa nova, velhas manias e coração cansado. O trabalho novo é ainda no mesmo lugar não sai só fui promovida. A casa nova tem essa vista das fotinhas que eu to postando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Das&amp;nbsp;coisas aconteceram desde minha ultima postagem duas delas muito importantes a primeira e mais importante é que a Thai já é mamãe da Helo! Pra elas eu vou postar especialmente. Mas to muito muito muito feliz com essa sobrinha linda e por essa irmã de alma que Deus me deu. A segunda coisa é que nunca sabemos o que vai mudar nas nossas vidas que pessoas vão surgir ou que pessoas irão sumir em certo ponto. Uma pessoa que surgiu e que já se tornou no mínimo uma boa amiga para mim é a Rosa,&amp;nbsp; um ser pequeno que fala mais que um papagaio, e Deus só Ele sabe como preciso de alguém que fale perto de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois que eu voltei do Brasil em junho, não tive muito tempo pois estou aprendendo a ser contadora, um stress muito grande e to trabalhando de segunda a sabado também. Acho que quem me conhece vai achar estranho que eu esteja nesse ramo, mas quem me conhece como minha mãe diz eu já era a contadora lá de casa mesmo sem estar trampando no ramo. o Trabalho não é fácil mas tb não é nenhuma ciência, eu acho que tocar minha flauta é pelo menos 100 vezes mais complicado. Mas o que pega é que o trabalho é&amp;nbsp;cheio de regrinhas e passo-a-passo e eu sou muito afobada aposto que devo pular pelo menos uns mil passos de cada vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tá bom são 7:26 da manhã e eu tenho que tomar um banho e ir pro trampo cansada já ainda bem que é sexta-feira. Amanhã vou pra Londres com os alunos, espero que não chova...eu aposto que vai estar chuvendo. Enfim depois escrevo mais. Não vou demorar como antes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sam meu amigo pensando muito em vc hoje, tenha um dia Super e cheio de Felicidades. Parabéns pelo seu Niver!Eu como sempre gostaria muito de estar perto, mas não posso, te mando meu carinho daqui, cheio de saudades.&lt;br /&gt;
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Só uma música que tem estado na minha cabeça ultimamente vou fazer uma quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;So little time, try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;
I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;
But everybody's changing and I don't feel the same..." Keane&lt;br /&gt;
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Beijo a todos morrendo de saudades...&lt;br /&gt;
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...Renata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-329885452734733624?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Algo sublime, inexplicável, divino... Só Deus mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Estou aqui neste momento, escrevendo...e ela me esticando como quem diz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh mãe, eu sei que você tá falando de mim, hein? rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/TCoqYMdnyWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3hKnFxZySmw/s1600/DSC04016_2048x1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/TCoqYMdnyWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3hKnFxZySmw/s200/DSC04016_2048x1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488245691055065442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Parece que ela sente cada vez que falo ou faço algo pra ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Já me sinto diferente do que era e, sei que vou me transformar ainda mais por ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dá uma ansiedade, um medo de não saber cuidar, de não se sentir capaz... de largar emprego, virar dona de casa, mãe, esposa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mas eu sei que nada nessa vida acontece por acaso e, Deus nos dá o frio conforme o cobertor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Estamos nessa vida pra aprender, evoluir, amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;E sim, eu sei que vou aprender ainda a trocar fraldas, dar banho, reconhecer o choro da minha Heloísa e abrir mão de coisas que não serão mais importantes do que ela!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Já estou com 35 semanas e, faltam somente 5 pra completar 40 semanas... detalhe: não acho que ela aguente até lá, estou com uma sensação de que ela está chegando...risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Macaquinha, sinto sua falta aqui perto de mim! Mas te tenho no coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamos você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos da família&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/TCoruataMoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-s8T9xBDz6g/s1600/DSC04214_2048x1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/TCoruataMoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-s8T9xBDz6g/s200/DSC04214_2048x1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488247172348129922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-1924074806296186807?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Momentos guardados no lado  esquerdo do peito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca  esqueçam que essa louca tempestade (agora mãe) aqui está sempre presente  pra vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nós te amamosssss!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Beijos com muita saudade!&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/6377920-2389928937603087447?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1pLhCGPnZzLpt8Nvc-WM2FKj_qg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1pLhCGPnZzLpt8Nvc-WM2FKj_qg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ToBeHisFriend/~4/-JwRLs2IU7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tobehisfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2389928937603087447/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6377920&amp;postID=2389928937603087447&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377920/posts/default/2389928937603087447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377920/posts/default/2389928937603087447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ToBeHisFriend/~3/-JwRLs2IU7A/amizade.html" title="Amizade...." /><author><name>Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035244196617375897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/TCwWovcKwGI/AAAAAAAAAec/Wn5eatYSCHs/S220/DSC04215_2048x1536.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/S3dKsPhm8eI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Fw_TwPfEA2U/s72-c/trio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tobehisfriend.blogspot.com/2010/02/amizade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UMQ3g4eCp7ImA9WxNbFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377920.post-6320489094514250410</id><published>2009-11-16T23:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:28:02.630-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-16T23:28:02.630-02:00</app:edited><title>DE BRAÇOS ABERTOS!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/SwH7sPLyFbI/AAAAAAAAAao/QTBBODOR0XI/s1600/Z1c8swx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404877765230073266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/SwH7sPLyFbI/AAAAAAAAAao/QTBBODOR0XI/s320/Z1c8swx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_wE4GQs9sE/SwH7Qlw4HzI/AAAAAAAAAag/A14dGD3U9kU/s1600/Z1c8swx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade&lt;/strong&gt;...é quase tudo o que tenho a dizer... a sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Mas digo que uma amizade sincera desse jeito... Meu Deus, nem tem explicação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Mas quem precisa de explicações quando se tem o amor, o carinho, o companheirismo de uma alma tão querida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu não preciso de mais nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Sou feliz pelo simples fato de você existir e fazer parte da minha vida, seja do outro lado do oceano, do céu ou qualquer outro lugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu só preciso saber que você existe e que faz parte da minha vida pra ser ainda mais FELIZ!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Lá vai um poema da poetisa Flora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Bagagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Arrumo a valise para a partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;É bagagem de pouco peso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;porque vai desprovida de vaidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Sonhos moldam-se aos espaços disponíveis;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;o resto são afetos e saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Dispenso cadeado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;sentimento não é coisa pra se roubar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Tampouco colo etiquetas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;já que as curvas do meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;nem eu mesma sei onde vão dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Uma flor no cabelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;uma reza no peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;a cruz companheira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;saio de alma lavada à procura de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Guardo nos olhos as cenas que vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;e parto em busca de uma tarde de rubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU AMO VOCÊ!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-6320489094514250410?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E feliz que as coisas estejam se ajeitando pra você... Sinto tanta falta de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Segue o trechinho da música nova da &lt;strong&gt;Isabella Taviani&lt;/strong&gt; que chama-se Presente passado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ai essa saudade no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse vazio de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ai esse meu jeito meio feio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De não saber lhe perder"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Passei aqui hoje só pra dizer: tô sempre com vc... meu coração tá sempre ligadão em você!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amocê e amo o macaquinho também!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Beijoss com muito amor e carinho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-6898897746009697357?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Na observação de tudo que me cerca, de coisas que já me cercaram e ainda trago comigo o gosto, o formato a importância que me tiveram. Fico aqui com meus pensamentos, tentando entender o que seria de mim se apenas uma dessas pequenas coisas fossem mudada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que teria acontecido comigo por exemplo se minha mãe não tivesse mudado tanto de um lado para outro, nos carregando sempre junto a ela? Se eu não trouxesse comigo as lembranças de cada tentativa dela de nos proporcionar uma vida melhor? Será que eu teria a mesma cabeça que eu tenho hoje? Será talvez que esse inquieto sentimento, esse que me faz até sentir doente existiria em mim cada vez que penso em criar raizes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que na verdade me move? São as verdadeiras convicções e crenças que eu tenho, que são próprias de mim, frutos do meu ser pensante, ou são produtos de uma mente moldada por uma sociedade? Essas são apenas algumas das muitas perguntas, sei que posso tentar respondê-las, achar razões e até resolver todos os problemas da vida cotidiana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou perder o meu precioso tempo com elas, apesar de ter desejado ser a vizinha que mora ao lado desde que nasceu, a melhor amiga de alguém que conheci aos 3 anos de idade, de ter estudado sempre no mesmo colégio, de conhecer todos e ver como todos viveram e se dezenvolram ao redor de mim, apesar de querer ser como era aos 15, apesar de todos os "apesares". Olho para trás com uma satisfação enorme de que quem pode não saber muito sobre o futuro, mas sabe que a vida ainda tem muito a oferecer, e aprendi a sempre fazer o melhor com que ela me dá. Surpresas mesmo quando tudo é planejado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postando depois de uma tempestade, minha vida esse ano se transformou. Eu ainda estou aprendendo, mas já sei que tudo vai ficar bem, porque sei que enquanto houver vida há esperança de bons ventos. Saudades da minha família no Brasil. Feliz com meu novo e futuro emprego, e esperança de me mudar ainda esse ano pra um outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas estão se ajeitando. No final não dá pra saber se seria assim ou assado, só dá mesmo pra aceitar e tocar em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Renata...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-1150460854929999233?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou jogar no computador?&lt;br /&gt;Saudades ainda maiores dos abraços sinceros que ele me dava.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ter minha família em casa só por 30 minutos antes da briga começar...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da minha mãe me acordando em pleno sábado as 6horas da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do cheiro de café que vinha da cozinha de manhã cedinho.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de gritar pro Dane acordar que a gente ia chegar tarde no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ao cinema toda quarta com o Dane e o Geovane e comer risole no Camarão &amp; Cia.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ligar pro Sam e a gente se ver só pra conversar e sonhar, ou só pra se abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ir aos concertos com minha linda amiga Ruivinha.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ir dormir na casa do Ramon.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ir na tia Lena filar almoço e fazer as unhas com as meninas no sábado a tarde, ou ir lá só pra brincar com o Wille enquanto elas faziam as unhas...rs&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de assistir televisão de manhã antes de ir pro trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de conversar com o Rodrigo durantes minhas horas de almoço.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de dividir um almocinho com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de casa...Eu sinto saudades até daquilo que eu achava ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu to com saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Renata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-2349372107546565189?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Foi com essa canção que eu estou postando aqui que eu traduzi minha primeira música, foi pq eu queria entender o que ele dizia que eu me interessei pelo inglês, o que abriu meus olhos. Eu até assinava meu nome Renata Jackson (Adolecência explica). Mas é isso lembrar dele na solidão de ser fã de um astro sem tamanho, de saber que se ama e admira o inatingivel, inalcançável, eu fico aqui com a lembrança de alguém que fez toda diferença em minha vida: Michael Jackson. Que tenha encontrado Paz. Ele que sempre viu Deus em todas as crianças, que sempre pregou sua fé em um Deus que ao lado dEle esteja, é o que eu desejo do fundo do coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra deixar esse dia registrado aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Heal the World (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE'S A PLACE IN YOUR HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há um lugar em seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I KNOW THAT IT IS LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que ele é o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THIS PLACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COULD BE MUCH BRIGHTER THAN TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode estar o mais brilhante amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND IF YOU REALLY TRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você realmente tentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'LL FIND THERE'S NO NEED TO CRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você irá descobrir que não precisa chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THIS PLACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'LL FEEL THERE'S NO HURT OR SORROW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você irá sentir, que não há mágoa ou tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE ARE WAYS TO GET THERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há caminhos para chegar lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU CARE ENOUGH FOR THE LIVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você se importa muito com a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE A LITTLE SPACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crie um pequeno espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE A BETTER PLACE ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crie um lugar melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEAL THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça dele um lugar melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR YOU AND FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você e para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda a raça humana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas morrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU CARE ENOUGH FOR THE LIVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você se importa muito com a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE A BETTER PLACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça um lugar melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR YOU AND FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você e para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assino pela lembrança boa que ele me traz e pela última vez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Renata Jackson...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-4999201619940433993?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Explico! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando dizia isso referia-me a ser cidadã do mundo, viajar por todos os lados e ainda fazer dinheiro. E não é que o sonho tornou-se real? Mas a realidade não é como no sonho, na minha realidade eu tenho viajado ido a lugares que eu nem pensei existir, cidades com nomes confusos, jeitos confusos, de cá pra lá daqui pra lá. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/SjtMwXJQewI/AAAAAAAAAYk/U7kMXcCSJ8I/s1600-h/100_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/SjtMwXJQewI/AAAAAAAAAYk/U7kMXcCSJ8I/s320/100_0585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348953376162872066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mês no meu atual trabalho, já conheci 12 diferentes cidades, e tenho escala pra pra mais 5, um total de 17. É pois bem! Está aí, viajando e fazendo um dindin...não era o que eu queria? É sim! Mas eu queria não ficar tão cansada a ponto de achar que o quarto do hotel é o melhor lugar do mundo...rsrs Enfim niguém pode ter tudo...E eu estou só começando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o trabalho, as pessoas são muito profissionais, sabem o meu nome e acho até que tenho dado uma boa impressão do que sou capaz. Ainda é cedo! Não dá pra dizer mais que isso. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/SjtMxEK2QAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/g7deJT5Dis4/s1600-h/100_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/SjtMxEK2QAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/g7deJT5Dis4/s320/100_0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348953388249137154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia, cada estrada que eu passo, olho pelo vidro do carro e penso enquanto olho: "Eu só queria ver o meu Brasil!". Vai entender...saudade é coisa chata...bicho esquisito, até quando se está feliz ele te faz sentir uma dorzinha pra não deixar vc esquecer que apesar de feliz nada está completo. Nunca vai está.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/SjtMxdP-QLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VLDY4mQY5xg/s1600-h/100_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_947-GLpSOgo/SjtMxdP-QLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VLDY4mQY5xg/s320/100_0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348953394981519538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar para quê? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para palavras que descrevam sentimentos é necessário um poeta, e isso eu não sou! Estou mesmo é cansada cheguei ontem a noite de Plymouth, depois de 3 dias e meio de viagens por Torquay(foto), Exeter e Bournemouth.  Vo descansar amanhã começo de novo...Poole é a próxima...já conheço mais da Inglaterra do que o Sime que nasceu aqui. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Renata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377920-1642171756042272146?l=tobehisfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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