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Surgiu da vontade de trabalhar com os felinos e de poder oferecer a eles um lugar grande e carinho para ficarem quando suas famílias tiverem que se ausentar. Pois tudo que um ‘
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Vi por acaso esse video da Piaff, que me fez lembrar dessa musica usada na evangelização infantil lá no Centro, é uma adaptação do pequeno principe.


É acho que deve ser mesmo impossivel amar sem dor........

CATIVAR




Uma palavra tão linda já quase esquecida se fez recordar... contendo sete letrinhas e todas 
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eu sou carinhosa, mas grudenta; 
romântica, mas piegas; 
auto-confiante, mas megalomaníaca; 
independente, mas egoísta; 
sincera, mas grossa; 
direta, mas rude; 
dedicada, mas impaciente; 
bem humorada, mas desbocada; 
simpática, mas cínica; 
inteligente, mas idiota; 
calma, mas rancorosa; 
apaixonada, mas chata; 
liberal, mas machista; 
durona, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UwFXoJzR43xFGIjQV-b8VEdLSHM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UwFXoJzR43xFGIjQV-b8VEdLSHM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RRvV/~4/DqThzV-riYs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://coisasdalika.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-x-eu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CRnk7cCp7ImA9WhZSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110873685886329898.post-345798357685358955</id><published>2011-03-27T16:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:31:07.708-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-27T17:31:07.708-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisas da Lika" /><title>Aprendi….</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://coisasdalika.blogspot.com/feeds/345798357685358955/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://coisasdalika.blogspot.com/2011/03/aprendi.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110873685886329898/posts/default/345798357685358955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110873685886329898/posts/default/345798357685358955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RRvV/~3/byTVTkw2K_k/aprendi.html" title="Aprendi…." /><author><name>LIKA CHRISTINA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuwYK6o0IxQ/TUY-2bcWc3I/AAAAAAAAD2Y/teonWqmBjPU/s220/HPIM0925.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">   Que amores eternos, podem acabar em uma noite.          Que grandes amigos podem se tornar grandes inimigos. Que o amor, sozinho, não tem a força que imaginei.              Que posso dizer que amei e no fundo descobrir que nem gostei.                  Que ouvir aos outros pode ser o melhor remédio ou o pior veneno.                      Que a gente nunca conhece uma pessoa de verdade, afinal 
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