<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511</id><updated>2024-11-08T11:59:37.442-03:00</updated><category term="qu"/><category term="ue"/><title type="text">A Flor da Pele em um Balaio Cultural</title><subtitle type="html">Novas Mídias, política, filosofia, literatura, cultura, software livre</subtitle><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-8811808895157836963</id><published>2011-12-07T16:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:41:41.756-02:00</updated><title type="text"/><summary type="text">

O 
que será 




(À 
flor da pele)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;


&amp;nbsp;(1976)









 Música composta em 1976 para o filme "Dona Flor 
e seus dois maridos" de
Bruno Barreto.

- Chico (Francisco Buarque de Hollanda) 
nascido no Rio de Janeiro em 19/06/1944,&amp;nbsp; É considerado um dos compositores mais produtivos e mais eruditos da MPB 
sendo autor de mais de 300 composições tanto só como com inúmeros </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/8811808895157836963/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/8811808895157836963?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8811808895157836963" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8811808895157836963" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-sera-flor-da-pele-musica-composta.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/K8q95gSnLTs/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-6695667670367120150</id><published>2011-10-07T16:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:13:40.981-03:00</updated><title type="text">Três mulheres, três guerreiras dividem Nobel da Paz</title><summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;O Prêmio Nobel da Paz deste ano será compartilhado por três mulheres. sendo duas africanas e uma do Oriente Médio. A escolha deste ano deve ser vista como um forte sinal do comitê do 
Nobel em favor da luta pela igualdade de direitos entre os gêneros, 
especialmente no mundo em desenvolvimento. As escolhas do Nobel da Paz 
nos últimos anos foram cercadas de polêmica. O</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/6695667670367120150/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/6695667670367120150?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/6695667670367120150" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/6695667670367120150" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/10/tres-mulheres-tres-guerreiras-da.html" rel="alternate" title="Três mulheres, três guerreiras dividem Nobel da Paz" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-8106232852377250699</id><published>2011-10-07T13:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:44:58.395-03:00</updated><title type="text">Ética e Liberdade</title><summary type="text">
Pensadores da Comunicação









































Um Sonho de Liberdade
  


</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/8106232852377250699/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/8106232852377250699?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8106232852377250699" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8106232852377250699" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/10/etica-e-liberdade.html" rel="alternate" title="Ética e Liberdade" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRnW5wMc9oseCwo_s6DTdAuC51FhJvL1ifcRN4_N2LHzCVWdaBwMkgxIYwi3R40JGVQCHYdHNJnzfFUQCWS7zZwoBjPMVCfPxuNN-0ytT6XZr7lHKgraM8OzCP_2VgYMIPIZwIdhkUEn3/s72-c/1.bmp" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-4436586912479948045</id><published>2011-10-06T13:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:50:19.314-03:00</updated><title type="text">Steve Jobs sobre a vida: "encontre o que você ama"</title><summary type="text">





&amp;nbsp;Ao longo de mais de 30 anos como uma das personalidades mais 
emblemáticas do mundo da tecnologia, Steve Jobs fez amigos e inimigos e 
colecionou algumas frases marcantes. Confira algumas das opiniões de 
Jobs sobre concorrentes, mercado, vida de executivo, vida e morte.



“Não faz sentido olhar para trás e pensar: devia ter feito isso 
ou aquilo, devia ter estado lá. Isso não </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/4436586912479948045/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/4436586912479948045?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4436586912479948045" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4436586912479948045" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-sobre-vida-encontre-o-que.html" rel="alternate" title="Steve Jobs sobre a vida: &quot;encontre o que você ama&quot;" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-2176635490833193331</id><published>2011-09-05T23:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:41:54.668-03:00</updated><title type="text">Índios digitais usam internet para cuidar da floresta</title><summary type="text">



Uma das coisas mais inusitadas que você deve ver essa semana: índios 
usando computador. Não um computador qualquer, aliás. Se trata de um 
macbook air, da Apple. Mas o que um computador desse, tão caro, faz no 
meio da floresta? A causa é nobre, pois ele é responsável pelo 
monitoramento florestal feito pelos próprios índios! A tribo Surui, do Cacique Almir, usa seu macbook air para entrar </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/2176635490833193331/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/2176635490833193331?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/2176635490833193331" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/2176635490833193331" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/09/indios-digitais-usam-internet-para.html" rel="alternate" title="Índios digitais usam internet para cuidar da floresta" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/fLdPzusUf5c/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-4646944287151497660</id><published>2011-09-05T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:17:26.521-03:00</updated><title type="text">XI Conferência Nacional dos Direitos da Criança e do Adolescente</title><summary type="text">

A XI Conferência Nacional dos Direitos da Criança e Adolescente será 
realizada em Brasília no período de 11 a 14 de julho de 2012, e traz o 
tema “Política Nacional e o Plano Decenal dos Direitos da Criança e do 
Adolescente”.

Aprovada pelo Conselho Nacional dos Direitos da Criança e do 
Adolescente (CONANDA), a Conferência será presidida de etapas municipais
 e estaduais, setembro a novembro</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/4646944287151497660/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/4646944287151497660?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4646944287151497660" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4646944287151497660" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/09/xi-conferencia-nacional-dos-direitos-da.html" rel="alternate" title="XI Conferência Nacional dos Direitos da Criança e do Adolescente" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yRM1HjpQUQ/TexNTes2vOI/AAAAAAAAGJI/_7HBaGAaG_c/s72-c/cmdca_2008.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-8209118586981085528</id><published>2011-08-11T13:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:24:20.723-03:00</updated><title type="text">Moon</title><summary type="text">


Nas várias noites em que olho para
o
céu, mais especificamente para a Lua, noto
que a lua muda constantemente de aparência ao longo do mês. Às
vezes
ela aparece cheia, outras com a metade iluminada e outras ainda
como
um simples filete de luz. Mas, sempre me dá a sensação que ela me ilumina, me enche de paz, de vontade de amar, de buscar a quem amo e ficar a li sentada a ver a lua beijar a </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/8209118586981085528/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/8209118586981085528?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8209118586981085528" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8209118586981085528" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/08/moon.html" rel="alternate" title="Moon" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPQfAjgdPKdbYrJu5jp6-2lXv8gaGuxv-epe0R2HJwvh06fClEoIy91hriWJPEYe6k9HZYH-1LD51hGAttn6kH98SML-kUqrP75ntln95KhSdSL7PlJ2TkVTB5y5w5a_MCws2z9rDMTiB/s72-c/c6f9c739853b1f8d55c638e45b56dc5d.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-2328871247673089287</id><published>2011-08-10T16:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:15:28.546-03:00</updated><title type="text"/><summary type="text">

</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/2328871247673089287/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/2328871247673089287?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/2328871247673089287" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/2328871247673089287" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mg72Kgt61g/TkLYuK_n-lI/AAAAAAAABFw/lFBTakhOnIU/s72-c/15757128582_RLWzs.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-274215470083819355</id><published>2011-08-10T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:03:36.878-03:00</updated><title type="text">Aprovação</title><summary type="text">

Bem, eu realmente aprendi algumas coisas e uma delas é que a felicidade 
não tem nada a ver com a aprovação das outras pessoas. O que é realmente
 importante é estar feliz com você mesmo, encontrar alguém que é 
importante para você e seguir adiante sem ligar para que os outros 
falam. 

- Kurt Cobain</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/274215470083819355/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/274215470083819355?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/274215470083819355" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/274215470083819355" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/08/aprovacao.html" rel="alternate" title="Aprovação" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUwDwWrjZG4BKxp5eCuTv0FVfqlz0gwsTQMeMu02PK25HVmVhUKBw7nBOUeeWOH1-1-18cL6uV9EamyHB3H2nhkaE_67DnYPE1AVh3gxicJubnrVxa81vKe59_fO89l2KWqvWTtmmWCE/s72-c/casamento+gay+argetina.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-4152578376339872653</id><published>2011-07-12T11:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:40:34.540-03:00</updated><title type="text">A CORAGEM DE UM JUIZ</title><summary type="text">


Odilon
 de Oliveira, de 56 anos, estende o colchonete no piso frio da sala, 
puxa o edredom e prepara-se para dormir ali mesmo, no chão, sob a 
vigilância de sete agentes federais fortemente armados. Oliveira é juiz 
federal em Ponta Porã , cidade de Mato Grosso do Sul na fronteira com o 
Paraguai e, jurado de morte pelo crime organizado, está morando no fórum
 da cidade. Só sai quando </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/4152578376339872653/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/4152578376339872653?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4152578376339872653" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4152578376339872653" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/07/juiz-coragem.html" rel="alternate" title="A CORAGEM DE UM JUIZ" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x79ULRy95OY/ThxaK_ppsrI/AAAAAAAABFI/GACyBujkWqc/s72-c/image001113.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-4156283978595879869</id><published>2011-07-04T23:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:57:05.692-03:00</updated><title type="text">SIGNIFICADO</title><summary type="text">"Depois  de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a  mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa  apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a  aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes, não são promessas. E  começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com  a graça de um adulto e não com a </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/4156283978595879869/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/4156283978595879869?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4156283978595879869" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4156283978595879869" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/07/significado.html" rel="alternate" title="SIGNIFICADO" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUA65Mby3wgrKRzuNeIyIbzmwPJomqrpkCtVLQEHxBl_HO3lWFPIqu8QI20kbi7vxMD7vWIMGVXp3LekRZzYZhEArKQyfNKXA7Dlo5Q0va1xvY1Ia8Oq8YeMx29xO73SRpu1uY9yeWgF4/s72-c/Willian+Shakespeare.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-3583806518228393589</id><published>2011-07-03T15:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:44:40.265-03:00</updated><title type="text">POUCAS PALAVRAS!</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;É, hoje vou ficar com pouquissimas palavras das muitas que tenho usado, mas, não deram em nada. Então me resta esse silêncio que corrói, assim como a sua distância.
Não há ser humano sem luta. Cada um sofre o seu tanto para ser o que é. O  sangue derramado, fruto do amor à causa a que se dedica é a prova de  que a luta aconteceu. Sangue é metáfora do sacrifício. Dizem que o Sagrado é a </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/3583806518228393589/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/3583806518228393589?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/3583806518228393589" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/3583806518228393589" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/07/poucas-palavras.html" rel="alternate" title="POUCAS PALAVRAS!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN6NJSfjKCc/ThC3pBXj0fI/AAAAAAAABFA/k8GPifFyHKw/s72-c/poucas....jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-1802758398228202003</id><published>2011-06-13T23:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:20:13.000-03:00</updated><title type="text">Futebol feminino e o preconceito</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Deu no Financial Times. A audiência em transmissões de eventos esportivos femininos tem caído nos últimos 20 anos,  incluindo, é claro, o futebol. Segundo o Centro de Estudos Feministas  da Universidade de Southern, na Califórnia, as mulheres tiveram apenas  1,6% de telespectadores em 2009, entre todos os esportes americanos. De  acordo com o artigo do jornal londrino, há uma explicação </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/1802758398228202003/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/1802758398228202003?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/1802758398228202003" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/1802758398228202003" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-pais-ainda-com-muitos-preconceitos.html" rel="alternate" title="Futebol feminino e o preconceito" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-1421076555619433122</id><published>2011-05-22T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:25:03.216-03:00</updated><title type="text">Depoimento da Professora Amanda Gurgel - a Educação no Brasil</title><summary type="text">Mulher determinada a defender os direitos da educação ,colocando na cara dos deputados os principais problemas  da falta de estrutura, que o﻿ governo dispõe para uma precária educação.&amp;nbsp; Parabéns professora Amanda Gurgel, pela coragem, pela ousadia, pela  sinceridade em falar﻿ a real situação da educação no Brasil. Eu me emocionei com o  seu depoimento. Disse tudo o que toda uma classe de </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/1421076555619433122/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/1421076555619433122?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/1421076555619433122" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/1421076555619433122" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/depoimento-da-professora-amanda-gurgel.html" rel="alternate" title="Depoimento da Professora Amanda Gurgel - a Educação no Brasil" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/RDc0-To4JoQ/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-8386154796009577822</id><published>2011-05-14T20:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:05:02.021-03:00</updated><title type="text">Where this love.....</title><summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/8386154796009577822/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/8386154796009577822?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8386154796009577822" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8386154796009577822" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/ate-quando.html" rel="alternate" title="Where this love....." type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/1I-uXQcoX2A/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-5063632974346858191</id><published>2011-05-10T23:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:58:51.361-03:00</updated><title type="text">30 anos sem Bob Marley</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Robert Nesta Marley, mais conhecido como Bob Marley (Nine Mile, 6 de fevereiro de 1945 — Miami, 11 de maio de 1981) foi cantor, guitarrista e compositor jamaicano, o mais conhecido músico de reggae. Grande parte do seu  trabalho lidava com os problemas dos pobres e oprimidos. Ele foi chamado  de "Charles Wesley dos rastafáris" pela maneira com que divulgava a religião através de suas </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/5063632974346858191/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/5063632974346858191?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/5063632974346858191" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/5063632974346858191" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/bob-marley-um-povo-sem-conhecimento.html" rel="alternate" title="30 anos sem Bob Marley" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9FAFce-gl4/Tcn6RETlUlI/AAAAAAAABEQ/imYo9JHxW-0/s72-c/Bob.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-5769547382620817678</id><published>2011-05-09T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:07:56.657-03:00</updated><title type="text">Mãe.....</title><summary type="text"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/5769547382620817678/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/5769547382620817678?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/5769547382620817678" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/5769547382620817678" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/mae.html" rel="alternate" title="Mãe....." type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNF9LdkICYNfs8yAhKVe4xFE9hOyxwbibq2Q1VCuBz0Rc4n3YHac9Cr5t1hfEmp0eJJt4IENQjeksjKOx5Ys7-JVpe-rVV27XtPtQCcuEvyD6Hijo8-YyKX1qTBmokBwTbSJPXtzC39hA/s72-c/Vida.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-1520187731014152486</id><published>2011-05-06T12:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:54:34.624-03:00</updated><title type="text">Enya Musica pra relaxar</title><summary type="text">Eithne Ni Bhraonain, filha do casal Máire (o Baba) Duggan e Leo  Brennan, é a quarta de nove filhos, cujo nome, dado pelo seu avô  materno, é de origem Gaélico Irlandês podendo ser traduzido como “Eithne  filha de Brennan”. Nascida e criada em Gweedore, Município Donegal,  situado no norte-oeste de Irlanda, um local cuja língua oficial é o  irlandês. Filha de pais músicos, Enya sempre procurou </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/1520187731014152486/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/1520187731014152486?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/1520187731014152486" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/1520187731014152486" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/enya-musica-pra-relaxar.html" rel="alternate" title="Enya Musica pra relaxar" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cg2hBIHBiQ/TcQZD2IZR8I/AAAAAAAABD4/AntjmbGB_a4/s72-c/enya.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-4309501381381865151</id><published>2011-05-03T23:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:29:46.524-03:00</updated><title type="text">Silêncio…</title><summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp; “O que sinto não é traduzível.
Eu me expresso melhor pelo silêncio.”Clarice Lispector
</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/4309501381381865151/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/4309501381381865151?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4309501381381865151" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4309501381381865151" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/silencio-por-clarice-lispector.html" rel="alternate" title="Silêncio…" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glNAf3xXu-4/TcC1rI0H7fI/AAAAAAAABD0/bYAoxjmdZK4/s72-c/Silencio+%25281%2529.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-4063792972506229898</id><published>2011-05-02T10:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:26:30.115-03:00</updated><title type="text">CAMPEÃO TAÇA RIO 2011</title><summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;Flamengo não é somente um clube, uma agremiação esportiva. O Flamengo é um amor, uma devoção, uma eterna  comunhão de sentimentos. &amp;nbsp; O Flamengo é uma  alucinação. Por passa, o Urubu arrasta multidões fanatizadas. Há  quem morra com o seu nome gravado no coração, o  Flamengo tornou-se uma força da natureza&amp;nbsp; o Flamengo venta,  chove, troveja, relampeja. Cada ser, vivo ou morto já </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/4063792972506229898/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/4063792972506229898?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4063792972506229898" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/4063792972506229898" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/campeao-taca-rio-2011.html" rel="alternate" title="CAMPEÃO TAÇA RIO 2011" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EamO-oY6s_M/Tb6uE5z8JiI/AAAAAAAABDo/m5iP-SgDnLE/s72-c/flamengo_cristo_google1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-649207427660705721</id><published>2011-05-01T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:48:26.576-03:00</updated><title type="text">Vida</title><summary type="text">
</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/649207427660705721/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/649207427660705721?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/649207427660705721" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/649207427660705721" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida.html" rel="alternate" title="Vida" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qM9m04_gaw/Tb3wyn9rCrI/AAAAAAAABDg/atKH-p42vos/s72-c/Vencer-a-Timidez.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-7546439253880390591</id><published>2011-04-30T14:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:20:20.939-03:00</updated><title type="text"/><summary type="text"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/7546439253880390591/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/7546439253880390591?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/7546439253880390591" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/7546439253880390591" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/lyY6xYET1Xs/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-7814516781574634504</id><published>2011-04-26T11:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:57:11.623-03:00</updated><title type="text">Canção do Amor Perfeito</title><summary type="text">
Eu vi o raio de sol
beijar o outono.
Eu vi na mão dos adeuses
o anel de ouro.
Não quero dizer o dia.
Não posso dizer o dono.

Eu vi bandeiras abertas
sobre o mar largo   
e ouvi cantar as sereias.
Longe, num barco,
deixei meus olhos alegres,
trouxe meu sorriso amargo.
Bem no regaço da lua,
já não padeço.
Ai, seja como quiseres,
Amor-Perfeito,
gostaria que ficasses,
mas, se fores, não te esqueço.</summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/7814516781574634504/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/7814516781574634504?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/7814516781574634504" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/7814516781574634504" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/04/cancao-do-amor-perfeito.html" rel="alternate" title="Canção do Amor Perfeito" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfmhx7h6dig/TbbcyPs7aMI/AAAAAAAABCo/PUyMi2blqy0/s72-c/flores+no+caminho.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-961376109362404369</id><published>2011-04-23T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:00:48.096-03:00</updated><title type="text">Salve São Jorge, valoroso defensor da fé!!!</title><summary type="text">
São Jorge, o santo guerreiro, protetor dos oprimidos e das donzelas, é padroeiro da Inglaterra e de Portugal. Nos cultos afro-brasileiros, é identificado ora com Ogum (Rio de Janeiro, Recife, Porto Alegre), ora com Oxóssi e Odé (Bahia). Ao contrário do que se pensa, São Jorge faz parte do calendário cristão, confirmado pelo papa Bento XIV. São Jorge viveu provavelmente no século III da era </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/961376109362404369/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/961376109362404369?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/961376109362404369" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/961376109362404369" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/04/salve-sao-jorge-valoroso-defensor-da-fe.html" rel="alternate" title="Salve São Jorge, valoroso defensor da fé!!!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/0S2rXMLXM5Q/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571331204029433511.post-8776898491041774479</id><published>2011-04-19T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:02:26.171-03:00</updated><title type="text">Poder do abraço</title><summary type="text">
Tente sentir do que um abraço é capaz…
Quando bem apertado, ele ampara tristezas,
combate incertezas, sustenta lágrimas,
põe a nostalgia de lado.
É até capaz de diminuir o medo.
Se for cheio de ternura, ele guarda segredos,
e jura cumplicidade.
Um abraço amigo de verdade divide alegrias
e fica feliz em comemorar, o que quer que seja…
Abraços são pequenas orações de fé, de força,e energia.
Olhe </summary><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/feeds/8776898491041774479/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6571331204029433511/8776898491041774479?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8776898491041774479" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571331204029433511/posts/default/8776898491041774479" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://marquessusana.blogspot.com/2011/04/poder-do-abraco.html" rel="alternate" title="Poder do abraço" type="text/html"/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379348523376534004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjgr9gVDbrk/Ta2x4UU2oQI/AAAAAAAABCY/1T9Tn4Fn-NU/s72-c/embrace-.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>