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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SIS-zyRHlVI/AAAAAAAABAg/1sMq2aDdZZM/s400/billviola_m%C3%83%C2%A3os_e_%C3%83%C2%A1gua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Haverá ainda, no mundo, coisas tão simples e tão puras como a água bebida na concha das mãos?"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;poeta&lt;br /&gt;WaterWood&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/simples-assim.html" title="...Simples assim!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=5442108431200272515&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5442108431200272515/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5442108431200272515" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5442108431200272515" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-1372555042625281971</id><published>2008-07-17T15:21:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:30:24.709-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Day" /><title type="text">...Vôo 3054!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SH9x0B9ADMI/AAAAAAAABAY/lpw5Os60xSM/s1600-h/blog+c+heart+candle+Sandra+tavares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224019231464492226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SH9x0B9ADMI/AAAAAAAABAY/lpw5Os60xSM/s400/blog+c+heart+candle+Sandra+tavares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prece para 199 e 2 anjos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Rosemarie Flaquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/vo-3054.html" title="...Vôo 3054!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=1372555042625281971&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1372555042625281971/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/1372555042625281971" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/1372555042625281971" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-1526583684151406128</id><published>2008-07-14T19:01:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:09:24.295-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pegando Carona" /><title type="text">...Palavras dela, mas tão minhas!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SHuy24QvJJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/En7eHDBAK6o/s1600-h/blog+bw+bandeira+ira+vergonha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222964848751486098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SHuy24QvJJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/En7eHDBAK6o/s400/blog+bw+bandeira+ira+vergonha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;..."Outro dia, me questionaram: "se voce estivesse no exterior e perguntassem se tem orgulho de seu país&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...tambem fui questionada...)&lt;/span&gt;o que voce diria? "Sem nem pensar&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;,(...tambem assim respondi) .)&lt;/span&gt; "diria que não, não tenho." Eu gosto do Brasil, mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mantenho minha resposta: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ORGULHO NÃO TENHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como posso me orgulhar de um país onde a polícia mata tanto quanto os bandidos, em que a maior parte dos políticos não tem o menor caráter, a menor ideologia, e trocam de partido três, quatro vezes, de acordo com seus interesses? Que recebem um mensalão para votar de acordo com o governo? Que transformaram a Câmara dos deputados _ salvo exceções _ em uma delegacia de polícia?&lt;br /&gt;Basta abrir o jornal, qualquer dia da semana: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;80% das notícias&lt;/span&gt; são de escândalos, e a maior parte deles, ligados aos políticos. Os ministros são nomeados não por sua competência, mas para agradar a um partido e tê-lo como aliado, a polícia dá mais medo do que os bandidos. É dinheiro na cueca, dinheiro no escritório do marido de uma governadora, dinheiro para subornar um delegado. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas de&lt;/strong&gt; Celso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Daniel não se fala mais.&lt;/span&gt; Não há uma pessoa que faça um plano sério para reformular a polícia, expulsar a banda podre, para que a população viva sem medo. Se em Nova York conseguiram, por que não no Brasil? E Rio de Janeiro, onde se vive em estado de guerra permanente?&lt;br /&gt;Ministros dão declarações na televisão sobre a maneira como foram presos os empresários e já sinalizando que o habeas corpus iria sair. Ministros, sobretudo do Supremo, devem ter o maior cuidado não só no que falam, mas também com quem andam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ministros existem para julgar, e ponto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se esses tais foram detidos, não foi somente pelos crimes atuais, mas pelo conjunto da obra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Diariamente &lt;/span&gt;crianças são mortas por policiais, militares que dão de presente aos traficantes &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;três adolescentes&lt;/span&gt;, sabendo que eles seriam assassinados,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 271 analfabetos&lt;/span&gt; pretendem se eleger, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;um bispo,&lt;/span&gt; apoiado pelo governo federal, quer ser prefeito sem ter nada a ver com a cidade,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 262 bebês&lt;/span&gt; morreram nas maternidades de Belém desde do início do ano, o Senado contrata &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;97 novos&lt;/span&gt; funcionários a R$ 10 mil sem concurso, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a adolescência&lt;/span&gt; que sai à noite para se divertir arrisca a vida e os &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;brasileiros acham que é normal viver assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quem pode, vai morar em outro país; quem não pode vive com medo, enquando nosso governantes morre de orgulho de conviver com os poderosos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;E como a maioria do povo não é politizada_ e não interessa aos governos que seja_ vamos piorando, a cada eleição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, eu não tenho orgulho do meu país. Tenho é vergonha do que fazem com ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Danuza Leão&lt;br /&gt;cronista_FSP&lt;br /&gt;WaterWood&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/fao-minhas-estas-palavras.html" title="...Palavras dela, mas tão minhas!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=1526583684151406128&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1526583684151406128/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/1526583684151406128" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/1526583684151406128" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-3390354305381321583</id><published>2008-07-11T01:56:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:21:07.174-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pegando Carona" /><title type="text">...Onde estarei???</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SHbMBU8BtkI/AAAAAAAABAA/99esSsG5mQo/s1600-h/537355-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221585141155083842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SHbMBU8BtkI/AAAAAAAABAA/99esSsG5mQo/s400/537355-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."Um susto! É claro que sei quantos anos tenho, marcados no meu registro de nascimento e na contabilidade dos calendários. Mas esse cálculo dos dias e dos anos está muito longe de qualquer experiência de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Há um contraste, na verdade entre a percepção do envelhecimento e o sentimento de vida jovem que me habita. Estranho sempre que me chamam de senhora ou quando me vejo nos vídeos e nas fotografias.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil, em circunstâncias como essas, não nos fazermos a pergunta sobre quanto tempo já vivemos e por quanto tempo ainda podemos durar. Porque o tempo a gente mede mesmo é com a própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;Filosofos, como Heidegger, consideram que: "O homem é um ser para a morte."&lt;br /&gt;Eu, no entanto, acredito que ela é apenas uma contingência, uma condição do nosso ser.&lt;br /&gt;O espanto com o tempo deveria ser um estímulo para escolhermos como é melhor viver ou como emprestar à vida a nossa própria cara. Em outras palavras, como queremos gastar o tempo vivo, não que temos, mas que somos.&lt;br /&gt;O receio de termos gasto nosso tempo com o que pouco importava, com besteiras, com o que não era do nosso próprio interesse.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é tambem a razão de muitas vezes, pensando no passado, perguntar: onde estive, enquanto vivia a minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a maior inquietação em ver que o tempo passou, e o medo de termos desperdiçado um tempo de ser, tão precioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dulce Critelli&lt;br /&gt;Prof.Filosofia PUC-SP&lt;br /&gt;WaterWood&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/onde-estarei.html" title="...Onde estarei???" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=3390354305381321583&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3390354305381321583/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/3390354305381321583" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/3390354305381321583" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-5727803396664057522</id><published>2008-07-08T14:03:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:10:01.450-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fragmentos" /><title type="text">...Entendeu?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SHOCQvuZanI/AAAAAAAAA_w/5TqEA_Suezw/s1600-h/blog+flores+rosa+solitaria+by+zeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659617253124722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SHOCQvuZanI/AAAAAAAAA_w/5TqEA_Suezw/s400/blog+flores+rosa+solitaria+by+zeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."A ultima novidade é sempre uma rosa"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;br /&gt;poeta&lt;br /&gt;ZeZa&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/07/entendeu.html" title="...Entendeu?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=5727803396664057522&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5727803396664057522/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5727803396664057522" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5727803396664057522" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-7742940512848515176</id><published>2008-07-04T01:25:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:25:59.310-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Day" /><title type="text">...Liberdade!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;6 longos e sofridos anos chegam ao fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SG1zt038C9I/AAAAAAAAA_I/Omx9dJjvsAE/s1600-h/IngridBetancourt06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218954774316846034" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Ter um companheiro que é tambem amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quem é feliz não pensa nessas coisas de felicidade; apenas vivem,&lt;br /&gt;satisfeitas com o que têm, sem desejos maiores, achando, talvez&lt;br /&gt;sabendo, que a vida é simples, e que quem sabe disso não precisa de nada além do que tem, e ficariam muito espantados se soubessem como é a vida de tanta gente, querendo coisas, desejando sempre mais, no fundo por não terem o essencial.&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida pode ser simples; como a vida pode ser complicada.&lt;br /&gt;A impressão que me dava era de que eles eram felizes porque nunca pararam para pensar nisso"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC ;"&gt;Danuza Leão&lt;br /&gt;jornalista&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/simplicidade-da-vida.html" title="...A simplicidade da vida!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=7251860588524980673&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7251860588524980673/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/7251860588524980673" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/7251860588524980673" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-1180409616975305377</id><published>2008-06-27T16:32:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:48:53.828-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Day" /><title type="text">...Parintins 2008!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SGUkuTDgKfI/AAAAAAAAA-g/3gyufbg_DLA/s1600-h/boi%2Bcaprichoso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216616121186134514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SGUkuTDgKfI/AAAAAAAAA-g/3gyufbg_DLA/s400/boi%2Bcaprichoso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boi Caprichoso _ Estrela Solitária&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Ousado e fugindo dos temas tradicionais o Caprichoso pretende mostrar como vem sendo feita a defesa da Amazônia e chegar à conquista do bicampeonato. Para os conselheiros, O Futuro é Agora, pois sabem que as conseqüências do futuro estão no presente. A temática do bumbá muda o conceito rotineiro dos bois de Parintins.O Eldorado é Aqui!O boi é uma cultura popular, tema que começa desde a era colonial até a antecipação desse futuro que a gente espera que seja melhor do que as previsões dos cientistas e ambientalistas, ressalta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZv6EhhOMBo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZv6EhhOMBo&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/parintins-2008.html" title="...Parintins 2008!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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João!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=02.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="banderinha junina" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bANcSmmNXis&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bANcSmmNXis&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=02.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="banderinha junina" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="banderinha junina" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8z4c7UVm4Z0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8z4c7UVm4Z0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=02.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="banderinha junina" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/sundays-clip-song_22.html" title="...Sunday's Clip Song!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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de Valsa!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFpx6R1NxGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qv6OBd3brE0/s1600-h/blog+b+shoes+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213604764667724898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFpx6R1NxGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qv6OBd3brE0/s400/blog+b+shoes+doll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."Hoje vai ter uma festa e eu vou dançar até o sapato pedir pra parar. Aí eu paro, tiro o sapato e danço pro resto da vida!"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;autor&lt;br /&gt;desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;WaterWood&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Photos" src="http://img19.glitterfy.com/171/glitterfy101158250D30.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/p-de-valsa.html" title="...Pé de Valsa!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=1923095415129456668&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1923095415129456668/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/1923095415129456668" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/1923095415129456668" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-3679190098850504380</id><published>2008-06-17T02:35:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:06:13.690-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fragmentos" /><title type="text">...Basta reconhecer!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFc4JZZvIHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/h__HmYXRZnU/s1600-h/blog+felicidade+by+karina+bertoncini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFc4JZZvIHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/h__HmYXRZnU/s400/blog+felicidade+by+karina+bertoncini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212696827793449074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram, para aqueles que se machucam, para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre e para aqueles que reconhecem a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Minutos de Sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Karina Bertoncini&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/basta-reconhecer.html" title="...Basta reconhecer!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=3679190098850504380&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3679190098850504380/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/3679190098850504380" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/3679190098850504380" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-5618260144712165366</id><published>2008-06-16T01:28:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:29:08.855-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pegando Carona" /><title type="text">...Vá Entender!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFW7ASWhBXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AVWT_eBFwOM/s1600-h/misterio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212277757351888242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFW7ASWhBXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AVWT_eBFwOM/s400/misterio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Brush Script MT"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;Não entendo. Isso é tão vasto que ultrapassa qualquer entender. Entender é sempre limitado. Mas não entender pode não ter fronteiras. Sinto que sou muito mais completa quando não entendo. Não entender, do modo como falo, é um dom. Não entender, mas não como um simples de espírito. O bom é ser inteligente e não entender. É uma benção estranha, como ter loucura sem ser doida. É um desinteresse manso, é uma doçura de burrice. Só que de vez em quando vem a inquietação: quero entender um pouco. Não demais: mas pelo menos entender que não entendo" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC" color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice Linspector&lt;br /&gt;jornalista_escritora&lt;br /&gt;WaterWood&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/v-entender_16.html" title="...Vá Entender!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=5618260144712165366&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5618260144712165366/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5618260144712165366" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5618260144712165366" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-4279568604837667246</id><published>2008-06-14T13:13:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:13:08.048-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><title type="text">...Sunday's Clip Song!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=02.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="banderinha junina" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x327Ih4PUDM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x327Ih4PUDM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abra a porta e a janela&lt;br /&gt;Venha ver quem é que eu sô&lt;br /&gt;Sô aquele desprezado&lt;br /&gt;Que você me desprezô&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz um juramento&lt;br /&gt;De nunca mais ter amô&lt;br /&gt;Pra viver penar chorando&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo lugar que eu vô&lt;br /&gt;Quem canta, seu mal espanta&lt;br /&gt;Chorando será pió&lt;br /&gt;O amô que vai e volta&lt;br /&gt;Na volta, sempre é mió&lt;br /&gt;Chora viola e sanfona&lt;br /&gt;Chora triste o violão&lt;br /&gt;Se o que é madeira chora&lt;br /&gt;Que dirá meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=02.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="banderinha junina" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee314/marieroses/02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/sundays-clip-song_14.html" title="...Sunday's Clip Song!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=4279568604837667246&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4279568604837667246/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/4279568604837667246" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/4279568604837667246" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-7011339698407874336</id><published>2008-06-14T01:14:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:15:56.889-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pense" /><title type="text">...Eu tento!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFMWKCMyDCI/AAAAAAAAA94/pPtSoAqj0mE/s1600-h/blog+bw+sem+ideias.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211533555442781218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFMWKCMyDCI/AAAAAAAAA94/pPtSoAqj0mE/s400/blog+bw+sem+ideias.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;..."Eu escrevo sem esperança de que o que eu escrevo altere qualquer coisa. Não altera em nada... Porque no fundo a gente não está querendo alterar as coisas. A gente está querendo desabrochar de um modo ou de outro"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;Jornalista_ Escritora&lt;br /&gt;WaterWood&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-tento.html" title="...Eu tento!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=7011339698407874336&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7011339698407874336/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/7011339698407874336" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/7011339698407874336" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-4996184947855195583</id><published>2008-06-12T00:29:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:07:29.893-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Day" /><title type="text">...Te amo Mop sempre!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFB8XQ8ohjI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1Oz_F0sDvuQ/s1600-h/blog+dia+dos+namorados+Miguel+Maia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210801507995780658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SFB8XQ8ohjI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1Oz_F0sDvuQ/s400/blog+dia+dos+namorados+Miguel+Maia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."O dia dos namorados&lt;br /&gt;para mim é todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dias marcados,&lt;br /&gt;para te amar noite e dia.&lt;br /&gt;O dia 12 de junho,&lt;br /&gt;como qualquer outro, diz&lt;br /&gt;( e disso sou testemunho) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;( e eu tambem...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que contigo sou feliz."...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;poeta amado&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Maia&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/te-amo-mop-sempre.html" title="...Te amo Mop sempre!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=4996184947855195583&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4996184947855195583/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/4996184947855195583" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/4996184947855195583" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-7789223639918204730</id><published>2008-06-11T01:10:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:20:56.877-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia no ar" /><title type="text">...Porque é bom amar!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SE81BvRK4uI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZYV642NWvrY/s1600-h/blog+bw+my+heart+Antonio+Manuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210441597875577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SE81BvRK4uI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZYV642NWvrY/s400/blog+bw+my+heart+Antonio+Manuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo como ama o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar.&lt;br /&gt;Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo,&lt;br /&gt;se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;poeta&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Manuel&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/porque-bom-amar.html" title="...Porque é bom amar!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=7789223639918204730&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7789223639918204730/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/7789223639918204730" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/7789223639918204730" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-928791229166204157</id><published>2008-06-10T01:43:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:58:56.540-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia no ar" /><title type="text">...O amor está no ar!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SE3rdoi6sUI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/pNzzo5ThQQk/s1600-h/1000imagensCAKFK8TV+luiz+gar%C3%A7ao+nunes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210079238270136642" style="DISPLAY: block; 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O amor perdoa o mau-humor, a falação, a barriguinha, é mais generoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso muito carinho. É tão bom um carinho"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tom Jobim&lt;br /&gt;compositor&lt;br /&gt;Luiz Garção Nunes&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-amor-est-no-ar.html" title="...O amor está no ar!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=928791229166204157&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/928791229166204157/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/928791229166204157" /><link rel="edit" 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."Flores são flores vivas em um jardim...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas são boas, já nascem assim!&lt;br /&gt;Flores são flores colhidas sem dó,&lt;br /&gt;por alguém que ama e não quer ficar só"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cazuza&lt;br /&gt;Musico_Poeta ( saudades )&lt;br /&gt;WaterWood&lt;br /&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/essncia.html" title="...Essência!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=7829833506646272162&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/modA9aa_ihA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/modA9aa_ihA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Des yeux qui font baisser les miens&lt;br /&gt;Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche&lt;br /&gt;VoilÃ le portrait sans retouche&lt;br /&gt;De l'homme auquel j'appartiens&lt;br /&gt;Quand il me prend dans ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Il me parle tout bas&lt;br /&gt;je vois la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;Il me dit des mots d'amour&lt;br /&gt;des mots de tous le jours&lt;br /&gt;Et Ã§a me fait quelque chose&lt;br /&gt;Il est entrÃ© dans mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Une part de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Dont je connais la cause&lt;br /&gt;C'est lui pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Moi pour lui&lt;br /&gt;dans la vie&lt;br /&gt;Il me l'a dit, l'a jurÃ© pour la vie&lt;br /&gt;Et dÃ¨s que je l'aperÃ§ois&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat...&lt;br /&gt;Et dÃ¨s que je l'aperÃ§ois&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi,mon coeur qui bat...&lt;br /&gt;la vie .........&lt;br /&gt;La vie en rose,la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhh.....la vie&lt;br /&gt;La vie en rose,&lt;br /&gt;la vie en rose, la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime voir toujours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Words" src="http://img19.glitterfy.com/160/glitterfy001447T549D37.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting ;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GuGa Flaquer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/sundays-clip-song.html" title="...Sunday's Clip Song!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=5700451348891704747&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5700451348891704747/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5700451348891704747" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/5700451348891704747" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-3705385050331340053</id><published>2008-06-05T17:28:00.009-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:15:05.834-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pense" /><title type="text">...Para ser Agora!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SEgzTDrwLWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/oaI4PWNVcvM/s1600-h/blog+bw+correndo+riscos+by+nuno+ramos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208469371553328482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SEgzTDrwLWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/oaI4PWNVcvM/s400/blog+bw+correndo+riscos+by+nuno+ramos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;..."Por muito tempo, eu pensei que a minha vida fosse se tornar uma vida de verdade, mas sempre havia um obstáculo no caminho,algo a ser ultrapassado antes de começar a viver, um trabalho não terminado, uma conta a ser pago, aí sim, a vida de verdade começaria.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, cheguei à conclusão de que esses obstáculos eram a minha vida de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Essa perspectiva tem me ajudado a ver que não existe um caminho para a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é o caminho! Assim, aproveite todos os momentos que você tem.&lt;br /&gt;E aproveite-os mais se você tem alguém especial para compartilhar, especial o suficiente para passar seu tempo, e lembre-se que o tempo não espera ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, pare de esperar... até o próximo verão, outono, inverno, até que você esteja aposentado, até que a sua música toque, até que você tenha terminado seu drink, até que você esteja sóbrio de novo, até que você morra, e decida que não há hora melhor para ser feliz do que agora mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lembre-se:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidade é uma viagem, não um destino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henfil&lt;br /&gt;Jornalista/Cartunista ( ...saudades )&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Ramos&lt;br /&gt;imagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-ser-agora.html" title="...Para ser Agora!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022269055061208003&amp;postID=3705385050331340053&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nmarieroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3705385050331340053/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/3705385050331340053" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022269055061208003/posts/default/3705385050331340053" /><author><name>GuGa Flaquer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272654731748296697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022269055061208003.post-1615866210234752707</id><published>2008-06-04T23:24:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:39:45.594-01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ponto de Vista" /><title type="text">...Almost There!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Words" src="http://img19.glitterfy.com/156/glitterfy193226T401D35.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SEc0WDrwLTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/7wx-9GTLKUo/s1600-h/barack_screened.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208189047627853106" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SESfUjrwLOI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Eyy0Sf17XuE/s400/selodolucas+ganhei+de+Dri+do+desabafo+pra+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://desabafoaki.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Adri_Dri_Drika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;do blog Desabafo Aki, me deu com muito carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Repassando para 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabilolypop.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Fabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mensagensetc.zip.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cristiane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mensagenskah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Katia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://apenas-nana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNY5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Este Dri fez e presenteou os amigos e é por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207464327731227890" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Dri que tu é um doce de pessoa, obrigada sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SESkFTrwLQI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EjaNscI9OLo/s1600-h/CAMPANHA+DA+AMIZADE+PRA+10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207467480237223170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNY5_cXrWzA/SESkFTrwLQI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EjaNscI9OLo/s400/CAMPANHA+DA+AMIZADE+PRA+10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É assim gente: Recebi este selo de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mensagenskah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Katia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e seguindo as instruções dela, devo&lt;br /&gt;Copiar o selo, nomear 10 blogs amigos e visitar cada um avisando da&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nomeação. Aquele que for nomeado por alguém, passe adiante e visita os outros nove blogs que foram nomeados.&lt;br /&gt;Ao repassar o selo, deve repassar as instruções também ou faça a seu modo. O importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;é não esquecer de avisar de onde originou o selo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Gospel. gifs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Repassando para:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://espiritananet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Adriana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://aukimia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Áurea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://templateseacessorios.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Elke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://encantosdefada.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Elo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://luzdeluma.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Luma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiadetediadiacomvoce.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amelhornoveladetodosostempos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nando Damázio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.devaneiosedesatinos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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