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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:06:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Butterflying</title><description /><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/plWF" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-8610698984018624443</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T21:45:15.576-02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SxRYfB3I-MI/AAAAAAAABas/Fw7FA4ZJD9A/s1600/img81ys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SxRYfB3I-MI/AAAAAAAABas/Fw7FA4ZJD9A/s320/img81ys1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410046342477707458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E TÁ TERMINANDO DE NOVO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa, abandonei isso aqui, eu assumo...quando tenho vontade de escrever não tenho tempo, quando tenho tempo, falta inspiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que estar em sampa novamente trouxe a vontade de escrever, me deu até vontade de mudar o template, coisa que não faço há tempos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje me dei conta que o ano acabou e passou terrivelmente rápido, ando enrolada com minha tese, que está naquela fase &lt;i&gt;absolutely stucked&lt;/i&gt; e  meu exame de qualificação cada vez mais perto. Sério, ando meio perdida, mas no final acredito que tudo vai dar certo, afinal eu tenho fé e sou morena (tá só nas raízes, mas tudo bem).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pessoal, bem, nada poderia estar mais imprevisível e incerto, mas o mais estranho de tudo é que não estou preocupada como costumo ficar, será sinal de amadurecimento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O fato é que o imprevisível tem se mostrado muito gostoso, principalmente no que se refere ao meu bom e velho amigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estive pensando em como ele permanece na minha vida, chega até a ser engraçado, tantos anos, a gente briga, a gente se afasta, fico com raiva, xingo, lavamos a roupa suja, mas sempre fazemos as pazes e voltamos as boas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explicar isso eu não consigo, e já passei da fase de tentar entender, a impressão que tenho é que os anos, as coisas e as pessoas passam em nossas vidas, mas de alguma forma meu lugar na vida dele sempre está lá e vice versa...então acho que no final isso é bom. Afinal quantas pessoas a gente conhece na vida com quem nos sentimos completamente à vontade? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na minha vida igual a ele acho que não tem, tanto que as coisas acabaram acontecendo naturalmente, foi quase inevitável e muito, muito bom...ele até cozinhou pra mim pela primeira vez e de verdade,  estava muito gostoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É...foi bem legal!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-8610698984018624443?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-ta-terminando-de-novo-nossa-abandonei.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SxRYfB3I-MI/AAAAAAAABas/Fw7FA4ZJD9A/s72-c/img81ys1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-4579371781960472060</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T02:33:26.209-02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SvZJUP7N42I/AAAAAAAABak/kF9aYJgBHew/s1600-h/tulipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SvZJUP7N42I/AAAAAAAABak/kF9aYJgBHew/s320/tulipas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401585415298605922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNTITLED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;As pessoas escondem os próprios segredos e para vivê-los expõem a vida dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Agimos sem pensar.O impulso que nos faz achar que podemos tudo,nos achamos tão auto suficientes....até juramos que basta um só desejo nosso que o mundo irá curvar-se diante de nossa prepotência.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é constrangedora.Nada acontece exatamente como queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou pronta para tentar novamente.Um pouco ferida,um pouco humilhada,espero estar também um pouco mais esperta...&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que escrevemos nossas próprias história,e cada vez que achamos saber o final,nos enganamos.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a sorte exista em algum lugar entre o mundo dos planos,o mundo das chances e na paz que vem do saber que não podemos saber de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta:Como uma pessoa que pula de cabeça no caos e sai dessa sem mudar?a resposta ?ela não sai...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é mesmo muito estranha...&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento que vc deixa acontecer ,o que tiver de ser será!A vida sempre me contradiz.Quando acho que sei exatamente o que é melhor pra mim,ela me abre um novo caminho,excitante e surpreendente.É como Lennon dizia"A vida acontece,quando você está ocupado fazendo outros planos".&lt;br /&gt;É preciso buscar força interior para mudar os fatos,sem usar ninguém mais como muleta.Esse é o final perfeito na minha opnião.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu aprendi com isso?&lt;br /&gt;O conhecimento é poder.Mas, a verdade que pode libertar também pode magoar...Resta saber o que vale á pena pra você!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;texto tirado do Blog Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-4579371781960472060?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-as-pessoas-escondem-os.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SvZJUP7N42I/AAAAAAAABak/kF9aYJgBHew/s72-c/tulipas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-3117473522539223187</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T17:11:18.214-02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sttnh0cBddI/AAAAAAAABXE/ndBhp8UhGWA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sttnh0cBddI/AAAAAAAABXE/ndBhp8UhGWA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394018809415824850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNTITLED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;"Nunca deixe de fazer algo de bom que o seu coração pede... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;O tempo pode passar e a oportunidade também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;Não esqueça que: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;Meta, a gente busca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;Caminho, a gente acha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;Desafio, a gente topa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;Vida, a gente enfrenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;Saudade, a gente mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"&gt;Sonho, a gente realiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-3117473522539223187?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled-nunca-deixe-de-fazer-algo-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sttnh0cBddI/AAAAAAAABXE/ndBhp8UhGWA/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-2894480895520755216</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T21:43:48.467-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SqRT8kVy18I/AAAAAAAABW8/d99ID6XEYRg/s1600-h/distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SqRT8kVy18I/AAAAAAAABW8/d99ID6XEYRg/s320/distance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378516154999560130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COISAS QUE VOCÊ NÃO SABE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me fez feliz desde o dia em que te conheci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a primeira pessoa em que penso quando acordo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a última quando vou dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo sua voz e suas mãos (na verdade isso você sabe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu jeito "cortês" me encanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E seu lado deliciosamente safado me excita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro quando chama meu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mais ainda quando me chama de amore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu dia fica mais feliz quando vejo seu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando não vejo, parece que algo está faltando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me dá paz, me faz gostar mais de ser quem sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como diz aquela música, meu riso é tão feliz contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói pensar em te perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E conto os dias pra te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra te dizer que nesses 60 dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar da distância e das incertezas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho uma certeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou a pessoa mais feliz que conheço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-2894480895520755216?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/coisas-que-voce-nao-sabe-voce-me-fez.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SqRT8kVy18I/AAAAAAAABW8/d99ID6XEYRg/s72-c/distance.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-5484567766890405971</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T00:26:19.014-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sp82LfyRarI/AAAAAAAABWs/n1RVYWw4mEE/s1600-h/pensando+em+voce.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sp82LfyRarI/AAAAAAAABWs/n1RVYWw4mEE/s320/pensando+em+voce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377076051242478258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PELO TEMPO QUE DURAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Nada vai permanecer&lt;br /&gt;No estado em que está&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Eu só penso em ver você&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero te encontrar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Geleiras vão derreter&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas vão se apagar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E eu pensando em ter você&lt;br /&gt;Pelo tempo que durar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Coisas vão se transformar&lt;br /&gt;Para desaparecer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E eu pensando em ficar&lt;br /&gt;A vida a te transcorrer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E eu pensando em passar&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida com você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 160px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 140px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; 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border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-5484567766890405971?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/pelo-tempo-que-durar-nada-vai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sp82LfyRarI/AAAAAAAABWs/n1RVYWw4mEE/s72-c/pensando+em+voce.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-1752106243575555454</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T02:52:53.936-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sessão McDream</category><title /><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SptlGZiFDaI/AAAAAAAABWk/OOouAED2twk/s1600-h/019199241-exh00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SptjF7QcBuI/AAAAAAAABWc/V4YIw1iH1Ag/s1600-h/new_moon_jacob_2_by_grodansnagel3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SptjF7QcBuI/AAAAAAAABWc/V4YIw1iH1Ag/s320/new_moon_jacob_2_by_grodansnagel3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375999533653952226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOBISOMEN LINDO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Vou começar a ler Amanhecer e Lua nova ainda não estreou. Estou louca pra assistir pra ver esse menino lindo aí de cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taylor Lautner, o Jacob Black ou simplesmente Jake me conquistou totalmente, tanto que apesar de saber que no final ele não vai ficar com a mocinha, torci por ele o tempo todo. Como faz um tempão que não posto nenhum McDream resolvi fazer essa homenagem...ê lá em casa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SptlGZiFDaI/AAAAAAAABWk/OOouAED2twk/s320/019199241-exh00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376001740804263330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-1752106243575555454?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/lobisomen-lindo-vou-comecar-ler.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SptjF7QcBuI/AAAAAAAABWc/V4YIw1iH1Ag/s72-c/new_moon_jacob_2_by_grodansnagel3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-7724439978545200182</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T20:46:46.649-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SpXJBaD6g7I/AAAAAAAABWU/sx1UJGMiw70/s1600-h/INCERTEZAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SpXJBaD6g7I/AAAAAAAABWU/sx1UJGMiw70/s320/INCERTEZAS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374422756349346738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INCERTEZAS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Muitas vezes o que a gente mais quer é o que não pode ter naquele exato momento, o desejo dói, consome, dilacera, mas no final aqueles que sofrem mais são aqueles que não sabem o que querem"....ouvi isso dia desses assistindo Grey's Anatomy e isso tem martelado na minha cabeça desde então.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho certeza do quero, mas quero tanto que ando com medo..é lá vem o medo de novo...e hoje ouvi uma música que me fez pensar novamente no assunto e lembrar que seja lá o que for que aconteça é melhor seguir em frente e ver o que acontece do que se deixar paralisar pelas incertezas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É vamos lá...assumir o volante e ver no que dá!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 160px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 140px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Drive&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(183, 183, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/incubus/" style="color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-size: 13.5pt; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; "&gt;Incubus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="main_cnt" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 140px; position: relative; width: 683px; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="padding-right: 200px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Sometimes I feel the fear&lt;br /&gt;Of uncertainty stinging clear&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but ask myself how much&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;It's driven me before&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to have a vague&lt;br /&gt;Haunting mass appeal&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm beginning to find that&lt;br /&gt;I should be the one behind the wheel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;So if I decide to waiver my chance&lt;br /&gt;To be one of the hive&lt;br /&gt;Will I choose water over wine&lt;br /&gt;And hold my own and drive?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;It's driven me before&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to be the way&lt;br /&gt;That everyone else gets around&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm beginning to find that&lt;br /&gt;When I drive myself my light is found&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Would you choose water over wine&lt;br /&gt;Hold the wheel and drive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-7724439978545200182?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/incertezas-muitas-vezes-o-que-gente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SpXJBaD6g7I/AAAAAAAABWU/sx1UJGMiw70/s72-c/INCERTEZAS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-1847693781820670129</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T01:38:07.074-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoouX85-eFI/AAAAAAAABWM/ewRDPhKQkVE/s1600-h/pensamentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoouX85-eFI/AAAAAAAABWM/ewRDPhKQkVE/s320/pensamentos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371156494613903442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIVAGANDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Segundo a teoria da Darwin os indivíduos com maior capacidade de adaptação são os que evoluem e se perpetuam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lendo isso fiquei pensando sobre adaptação, e em como somos testados todos os dias em todos os ambientes e de certa forma evoluímos em nossos relacionamentos conforme conseguimos nos adaptar ao modo de ser de quem nos cerca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coisa difícil às vezes é fazer isso. Fazê-lo para conseguir trabalhar com alguém não custa muito porque simplesmente você pode delimitar um espaço, uma zona de conforto e as coisas fluem. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A coisa começa a complicar quando isso passa para a vida pessoal, aí é fogo, acho que poucas coisas assustam e podem causar tantos desconfortos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então você conhece alguém novo e entra num terreno completamente desconhecido...tem coisa mais excitante do que descobrir coisas e gostos em comum, maneiras de pensar parecidas, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;visões de mundo que &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;até então achava que só você seria louco o suficiente pra ter? Não, não mesmo...mas &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tudo que é novo dá medo, principalmente quando o novo é bom e te faz bem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Medo de perder, medo de que a recíproca não seja verdadeira, medo da dar o primeiro passo e “invadir” o espaço do outro, medo não dar e parecer que você não se importa, nossa, é muito medo junto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E aí entra a tal da adaptação eu acho...um relacionamento só evolui se você consegue compreender, aceitar, se adaptar ao jeito do outro e continuar achando que vale a pena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darwin era mesmo um gênio...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... assim a vida segue e eu aprendo um pouquinho a cada dia...e até agora tá valendo a pena...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-1847693781820670129?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/divagando-segundo-teoria-da-darwin-os.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoouX85-eFI/AAAAAAAABWM/ewRDPhKQkVE/s72-c/pensamentos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-6812766453742869653</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T01:25:40.593-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoeJgQLhfBI/AAAAAAAABWE/AunQznDFbIs/s1600-h/cupido1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoeJgQLhfBI/AAAAAAAABWE/AunQznDFbIs/s320/cupido1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412267854724114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;CUPIDO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Eu vi quando você me viu&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos pousaram nos meus&lt;br /&gt;Num arrepio sutil&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi... pois é, eu reparei&lt;br /&gt;Você me tirou pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca sair do lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sem botar os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Sem música pra acompanhar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Foi só por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo todo se perdeu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Eu vi quando você me viu&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos buscaram nos meus&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo pecado febril&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi... pois é, eu reparei&lt;br /&gt;Você me tirou todo o ar&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu pudesse respirar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que ninguém percebeu&lt;br /&gt;Foi só você e eu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Foi só por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo todo se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Ficou só você eu eu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Quando você me viu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-6812766453742869653?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/cupido-eu-vi-quando-voce-me-viu-seus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoeJgQLhfBI/AAAAAAAABWE/AunQznDFbIs/s72-c/cupido1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-2604255612971180778</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T04:14:45.455-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It's my life</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoJqy1aEfsI/AAAAAAAABVk/tB6CZW_Mypg/s1600-h/438238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoJqy1aEfsI/AAAAAAAABVk/tB6CZW_Mypg/s320/438238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368971127341481666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENSO, LOGO NÃO DURMO - FRAGMENTO DE UMA NOITE INSONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Segundo a astrologia estou no meu inferno astral, ou seja, 30 dias antes do aniversário inicia-se uma fase em que se deve fazer um balanço da vida e quando se deparar com problemas esforçar-se para resolvê-los...no meu caso começou há exatos dois dias.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, tenho pela frente 28 dias pra cumprir a tarefa, e coincidência ou não (até porque acho que elas não existem) têm acontecido tantas coisas ultimamente que inconscientemente acho que já vinha fazendo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensar não é coisa que eu deixe para fazer de vez em quando, aliás, às vezes gostaria de não pensar tanto e encontrar um equilíbrio, então acho que aí está uma boa coisa para mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O problema está mesmo no fato de que às vezes, na ânsia de fugir disso, de não racionalizar tanto, me deixo levar e acabo fazendo e dizendo coisas meio sem medida e pronto, quando caio em mim ou alguém me puxa pra realidade fico me sentindo uma verdadeira idiota, e odeio me sentir assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazendo um balanço da minha vida desde o último aniversário e considerando que tive um começo de ano de acontecimentos surpreendentes e ao mesmo tempo confusos, me admira ainda ter me restado um pouco de sanidade,  poder olhar pra tudo, tirar lições e ver que até que tenho cumprido tudo que me propus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ponto pra mim, falta agora encontrar o tal equilíbrio, tocar pra frente e tentar errar menos, queria muito errar menos, conseguir aceitar que tudo tem seu tempo e que por mais que eu queira não posso acelerar as coisas...porque é justametnte essa ânsia de que tudo aconteça ao mesmo tempo agora que me faz meter os pés pelas mãos e o resto &lt;i&gt;is the same old story&lt;/i&gt;...será que consigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém  muito especial me disse esses dias que tem esperança  e paciência...esperança tenho de sobra,  já paciência... acho que tenho muito que aprender com ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;HÁ MOMENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque um belo dia se morre."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;SEE YA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-2604255612971180778?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/p-enso-logo-nao-durmo-fragmento-de-uma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SoJqy1aEfsI/AAAAAAAABVk/tB6CZW_Mypg/s72-c/438238.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-8825785021545217541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T00:58:35.500-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sn-aqFJtO1I/AAAAAAAABVU/ym8hwGakmeU/s1600-h/111yo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sn-aqFJtO1I/AAAAAAAABVU/ym8hwGakmeU/s320/111yo6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368179328576994130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOBRE LOUCURAS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Talvez seja loucura&lt;br /&gt;Desejar um beijo teu&lt;br /&gt;Suspirar por teus toques.&lt;br /&gt;Me perder em desejos&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com você,&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em um amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Dizer a todos&lt;br /&gt;Que seu coração vai ser meu.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que serei louca.&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes louca com os meus&lt;br /&gt;Desejos realizados&lt;br /&gt;Do que uma louca por perder&lt;br /&gt;A chance de sonhar com você&lt;br /&gt;Na minha realidade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-8825785021545217541?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/sobre-loucuras-talvez-seja-loucura.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sn-aqFJtO1I/AAAAAAAABVU/ym8hwGakmeU/s72-c/111yo6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-6310037384661394154</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T19:21:35.946-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It's my life</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SnynrwU4_fI/AAAAAAAABVM/3KJrDHjBry0/s1600-h/6oce0ye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SnynrwU4_fI/AAAAAAAABVM/3KJrDHjBry0/s320/6oce0ye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367349226067525106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KEEP SMILING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há exatamente um mês ele  colocou um sorriso em meu rosto ...e isso é muito, muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem mais para dizer, apenas sentir e desejar que tudo continue assim. Amo muito tudo isso!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-6310037384661394154?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-smiling-ha-exatamente-um-mes-ele.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SnynrwU4_fI/AAAAAAAABVM/3KJrDHjBry0/s72-c/6oce0ye.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-7823374967263423394</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T02:17:14.803-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SnJ-HRP2KtI/AAAAAAAABU8/nYF0ABtcav8/s1600-h/Felicidade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SnJ-HRP2KtI/AAAAAAAABU8/nYF0ABtcav8/s320/Felicidade1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364488769505733330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NADA COMO O TEMPO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com uma outra pessoa, você precisa, em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebe também que aquele alguém que você ama (ou acha que ama) e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente não é o "alguém" da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final das contas, você vai achar não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-7823374967263423394?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/07/nada-como-o-tempo-com-o-tempo-voce-vai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SnJ-HRP2KtI/AAAAAAAABU8/nYF0ABtcav8/s72-c/Felicidade1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-925255479235075542</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T21:08:29.211-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Smuc6MZZVXI/AAAAAAAABUs/QEd6kPMl_Zo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Smuc6MZZVXI/AAAAAAAABUs/QEd6kPMl_Zo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362552304888796530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADORO CLARICE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Que minha solidão me sirva de companhia.&lt;br /&gt;que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar.&lt;br /&gt;que eu saiba ficar com o nada&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim me sentir&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesse plena de tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Gosto dos venenos os mais lentos!&lt;br /&gt;As bebidas as mais fortes!&lt;br /&gt;Dos cafes mais amargos!&lt;br /&gt;E os delirios mais loucos.&lt;br /&gt;Voce pode ate me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E daí, eu adoro voar!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Com todo perdão da palavra, eu sou um misterio para mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"E nem entendo aquilo que entendo: pois estou infinitamente maior que eu mesma, e não me alcanço"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Não se preocupe em entender. Viver ultrapassa todo entendimento. Renda-se como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Eu sou uma pergunta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Liberdade é pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato...&lt;br /&gt;Ou toca, ou não toca"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Porque eu fazia do amor um cálculo matemático errado: pensava que, somando as compreensões, eu amava. Não sabia que, somando as incompreensões é que se ama verdadeiramente. Porque eu, só por ter tido carinho, pensei que amar é fácil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Sou um coração batendo no mundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-925255479235075542?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/07/adoro-clarice-que-minha-solidao-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Smuc6MZZVXI/AAAAAAAABUs/QEd6kPMl_Zo/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-8608158228962861848</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T18:04:59.146-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It's my life</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SmI4uv0M10I/AAAAAAAABUk/L9ScYdDbhyI/s1600-h/Cant_Stop_Thinking_About_You_by_Ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SmI4uv0M10I/AAAAAAAABUk/L9ScYdDbhyI/s320/Cant_Stop_Thinking_About_You_by_Ash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359908882284861250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINKING ABOUT A GUY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele é inteligente, .....(pensamentos impublicáveis), divertido, ....(mais pensamentos impublicáveis),gosta de futebol,...(mais pensamentos impublicáveis), tem uma voz linda (senhor!!), gosta de cerveja, rock n roll e ainda tem dois cachorros!!....céus!! como isso é perigoso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-8608158228962861848?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/07/thinking-about-guy-ele-e-inteligente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SmI4uv0M10I/AAAAAAAABUk/L9ScYdDbhyI/s72-c/Cant_Stop_Thinking_About_You_by_Ash.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-5939791772567492426</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T22:07:04.901-03:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;b&gt;HERE I GO AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está ficando cada vez mais difícil me despedir, ir embora e deixar um monte de coisas que quero pra trás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ir para um lugar aonde eu não quero estar e ter que ficar porque é o mais certo a fazer. Queria poder fazer o que me deixa feliz e não o que tem que ser feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adiar mais uma vez, adiar, adiar sempre....estou me cansando desse eterno &lt;i&gt;stand by&lt;/i&gt; que se tornou minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando? não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/to8_8z9uu5A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/to8_8z9uu5A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;I want to see what people saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;I want to feel like I felt before&lt;br /&gt;I like to see the kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel forever young&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing&lt;br /&gt;To sing my song&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a world where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that it won't be very long&lt;br /&gt;If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn&lt;br /&gt;Then we might learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's the stars?&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And what's the moon?&lt;br /&gt;A big balloon&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know unless we grow&lt;br /&gt;There's so much world outside the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing&lt;br /&gt;To sing my song&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a world where I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that it won't be very long&lt;br /&gt;If we turn, turn, turn, turn&lt;br /&gt;And if we turn, turn, turn, turn&lt;br /&gt;Then we might learn&lt;br /&gt;Turn, turn, turn, turn&lt;br /&gt;Turn, turn, turn&lt;br /&gt;And if we turn, turn, turn, turn&lt;br /&gt;Then we might learn&lt;br /&gt;Learn to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-5939791772567492426?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-go-again-esta-ficando-cada-vez.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-1474810951818939422</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T11:38:19.933-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Acontece por aí</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aumenta o som</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eu amo musica</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SltFrBVa4mI/AAAAAAAABUc/L6IdwbrUcaI/s1600-h/coracebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SltFrBVa4mI/AAAAAAAABUc/L6IdwbrUcaI/s320/coracebo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357952787082306146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANNA ROCK N' ROLL ALL NIIIIIGHT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And party every day!! Yeahhh...passando pra deixar meu post de comemoração pelo aniveráriodesse cinquentão que me acompanha todos os dias da minha vida,  me faz vibrar, sentir o sangue correndo nas veias, me dá vontade de pular, dançar, enfim que dá um colorido todo especial na minha existência...ele, o bom e velho Rock n' Roll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem não gosta ou não sabe, hoje é comemorado o dia mundial do rock e essa data foi escolhida há 24 anos atrás quando foi realizado o Live Aid, show organizado por Bob Geldof para arrecadar fundos e ajudar as vítimas da fome na Etiópia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O show contou com estrelas como Paul McCartney, Queen, U2 e Led Zeppelin, que se reuniu especialmente para o evento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embora para a maioria das pessoas que acompanham música, o lançamento de Rock Aroud the Clock por Bill Halley em 1954 marca o nascimento do rock, mas não existe um consenso quanto a isso, então o dia 13 de julho foi escolhido pois o Live Aid foi uma forma de protesto contra as injustiças sociais, e a essência do rock é exatamente essa, rebeldia contra padrões pré estabelecidos na sociedade, incoformismo com o status quo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso aí, eu não sei quando ele nasceu, mas tenho certeza que no meu coração ele nunca vai morrer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONG LIVE ROCK N' ROLL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWLpbcgc814&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWLpbcgc814&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-1474810951818939422?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-rock-n-roll-all-niiiiight-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SltFrBVa4mI/AAAAAAAABUc/L6IdwbrUcaI/s72-c/coracebo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-1992142311477045971</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T00:56:13.652-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sk7LiIM73qI/AAAAAAAABUU/dC82e0aQxPE/s1600-h/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sk7LiIM73qI/AAAAAAAABUU/dC82e0aQxPE/s320/coracao2tf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354440794167828130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RIFA-SE UM CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração quase novo.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração idealista.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração como poucos.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração à moda antiga.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração moleque&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em pregar peças no seu usuário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração&lt;br /&gt;que na realidade está um pouco usado, meio  calejado,&lt;br /&gt;muito machucado e que teima em alimentar sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e cultivar ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco inconseqüente&lt;br /&gt;que nunca desiste de acreditar nas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Um leviano e precipitado coração&lt;br /&gt;que acha que Tim Maia estava certo quando&lt;br /&gt;escreveu...&lt;br /&gt;"...não quero dinheiro, eu quero amor sincero, é isso que eu&lt;br /&gt;espero...".&lt;br /&gt;Um idealista...&lt;br /&gt;Um verdadeiro sonhador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que nunca aprende.&lt;br /&gt;Que não endurece, e mantém sempre viva a esperança de ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;sendo simples e natural.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração insensato&lt;br /&gt;que comanda o racional&lt;br /&gt;sendo louco o suficiente para se apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;Um furioso suicida&lt;br /&gt;que vive procurando relações e emoções verdadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em cometer sempre os mesmos erros.&lt;br /&gt;Esse coração que erra, briga, se expõe.&lt;br /&gt;Perde o juízo por completo em nome de causas e paixões.&lt;br /&gt;Sai do sério e, às vezes revê suas posições&lt;br /&gt;arrependido de palavras e gestos.&lt;br /&gt;Este coração tantas vezes incompreendido.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes provocado.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes impulsivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se este desequilibrado emocional&lt;br /&gt;que abre sorrisos tão largos&lt;br /&gt;que quase dá pra engolir as orelhas,&lt;br /&gt;mas que também arranca lágrimas e faz murchar o rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração para ser alugado,&lt;br /&gt;ou mesmo utilizado por quem gosta de emoções fortes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um órgão abestado&lt;br /&gt;indicado apenas para quem quer viver intensamente&lt;br /&gt;contra indicado para os que apenas pretendem passar pela vida&lt;br /&gt;matando o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;defendendo-se das emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração&lt;br /&gt;tão inocente que se mostra sem armaduras&lt;br /&gt;e deixa louco o seu usuário.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração que quando parar de bater&lt;br /&gt;ouvirá o seu usuário dizer para São Pedro&lt;br /&gt;na hora da prestação de contas:&lt;br /&gt;"O Senhor pode conferir.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz tudo certo, só errei quando coloquei sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Só fiz bobagens e me dei mal&lt;br /&gt;quando ouvi este louco coração de criança&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em não endurecer&lt;br /&gt;e se recusa a envelhecer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração,&lt;br /&gt;ou mesmo troca-se por outro&lt;br /&gt;que tenha um pouco mais de juízo.&lt;br /&gt;Um órgão mais fiel ao seu usuário.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo do peito que não maltrate tanto o ser que o abriga.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração que não seja tão inconseqüente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração cego, surdo e mudo,&lt;br /&gt;mas que incomoda um bocado.&lt;br /&gt;Um verdadeiro caçador de aventuras que ainda não foi adotado, provavelmente, por se recusar&lt;br /&gt;a cultivar ares selvagens ou racionais,&lt;br /&gt;por não querer perder o estilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oferece-se um coração vadio, sem raça, sem pedigree.&lt;br /&gt;Um simples coração humano.&lt;br /&gt;Um impulsivo membro de comportamento&lt;br /&gt;até meio ultrapassado.&lt;br /&gt;Um modelo cheio de defeitos&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo estando fora do mercado,&lt;br /&gt;faz questão de não se modernizar,&lt;br /&gt;mas vez por outra, constrange o corpo que o domina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um velho coração&lt;br /&gt;que convence seu usuário a publicar seus segredos&lt;br /&gt;e a ter a&lt;br /&gt;petulância de se aventurar como poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-1992142311477045971?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/07/rifa-se-um-coracao-rifa-se-um-coracao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sk7LiIM73qI/AAAAAAAABUU/dC82e0aQxPE/s72-c/coracao2tf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-7945541525944931405</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T22:37:28.767-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sessão besteirol</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkwPQjsR9AI/AAAAAAAABUM/IPbwXpVbNfc/s1600-h/receita-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkwPQjsR9AI/AAAAAAAABUM/IPbwXpVbNfc/s320/receita-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353670834169967618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RECEITA CASEIRA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;   font-size:18pt;color:red;"&gt;Você tem formigas em casa e quer acabar com elas ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1378" alt="[]" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=b07e188797&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12239123a5a101d9&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.2&amp;amp;zw" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-7945541525944931405?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/07/receita-caseira-voce-tem-formigas-em.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkwPQjsR9AI/AAAAAAAABUM/IPbwXpVbNfc/s72-c/receita-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-8682616776994995918</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-28T22:50:26.010-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divagando</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkgdPFt-9kI/AAAAAAAABUE/2gGc8QPsw4k/s1600-h/cinema1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkgdPFt-9kI/AAAAAAAABUE/2gGc8QPsw4k/s320/cinema1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352560302200124994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FILME TRISTE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele a convidou para ir ao cinema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela pensou e disse: não sei, acho que já vi o filme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele disse: Não, é impressão sua! algumas cenas mudaram, vem, você vai gostar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela: Será? lembro da última vez que fomos ao cinema, o filme foi muito lindo, mas eu não gostei do final...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele: Não tenha medo, vamos tentar pelo menos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela: Humm..vou pensar um pouco, você acha tem paciência de me esperar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele: Siiim!!! eu vou ter paciência, pode deixar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algum tempo se passou, ela pensou, refletiu, ele  aparentava estar tão convicto..ela pensou então: por que não? de repente pode ser legal, algumas cenas podem estar mesmo diferentes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então ela topou, disse sim, e os dois entraram na sala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No começo ela estava tensa, olhava para aquela velha tela, via aquele filme que lhe era de certo modo familiar, mas ao mesmo tempo diferente, isso a assustava, mas a deixava feliz, parecia mesmo que algumas cenas realmente haviam mudado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele olhava para ela e sorria, tudo parecia tão bem, então ela finalmente relaxou e começou a afundar na poltrona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a certa altura ela olhou para o lado e ele não estava lá, havia mudado para a poltrona seguinte, então ela se assustou e perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que você está aí?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele então disse: Não se preocupe, está um pouco apertado aí, mas não tem nada a ver com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela ficou triste, mas pensou: é o importante é que ele ainda está aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então o filme seguiu, mas a cada cena que se passava, começava a achar tudo parecido demais, que as cenas que precederam o final do filme anterior se sucediam, lembrou que chorou muito e que não tinha gostado do final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela olha para o lado e ele ainda está lá, mas agora são duas poltronas que o separam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela pergunta: O que aconteceu, por que você não volta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele responde: Não sei, acho que é melhor eu ficar aqui no momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triste ela percebe talvez ele tenha se arrependido de tê-la convidado e que agora não sabe o que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mil pensamentos passam pela sua cabeça, um milhão se sentimentos no seu coração, e ela começa a pensar em ir embora, afinal ela lembra do  final do outro filme, por que ficar quando tudo leva a crer que esse final é o mesmo...sabe que irá chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda assim ela ficou, não estava acostumada a desistir tão fácil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então o filme se aproxima do final e de repente ele já está sentado longe demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mais uma vez ela está sozinha, ele a deixou sozinha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-8682616776994995918?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/06/filme-triste-ele-convidou-para-ir-ao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkgdPFt-9kI/AAAAAAAABUE/2gGc8QPsw4k/s72-c/cinema1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-6606135901044709929</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T15:25:17.822-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sessão besteirol</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkJueOBesAI/AAAAAAAABT8/IUq4tJPmqg4/s1600-h/ciencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkJueOBesAI/AAAAAAAABT8/IUq4tJPmqg4/s320/ciencia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350960772709003266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b  style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;1- GUIA PRÁTICO DA CIÊNCIA MODERNA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Se mexer, pertence à Biologia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Se feder, pertence à Química.&lt;br /&gt;3. Se não funciona, pertence à Física.&lt;br /&gt;4. Se ninguém entende, é Matemática.&lt;br /&gt;5. Se não faz sentido, é Economia ou Psicologia.&lt;br /&gt;6. Se mexer, feder, não funcionar, ninguém entender e não fizer sentido, é INFORMÁTICA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b color="initial" style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- LEI DA PROCURA INDIRETA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O modo mais rápido de se encontrar uma coisa é procurar outra.&lt;br /&gt;2. Você sempre encontra aquilo que não está procurando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- LEI DA TELEFONIA: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quando te ligam: se você tem caneta, não tem papel. Se tiver papel, não tem caneta. Se tiver ambos, ninguém liga.&lt;br /&gt;2. Quando você liga para números errados de telefone, eles nunca estão&lt;br /&gt;ocupados.&lt;br /&gt;Parágrafo único: Todo corpo mergulhado numa banheira ou debaixo do chuveiro faz tocar o telefone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- LEI DAS UNIDADES DE MEDIDA: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver escrito 'Tamanho Único', é porque não serve em ninguém, muito menos em você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- LEI DA GRAVIDADE: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você consegue manter a cabeça enquanto à sua volta todos estão perdendo, provavelmente você não está entendendo a gravidade da situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- LEI DOS CURSOS, PROVAS E AFINS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% da prova final será baseada na única aula a que você não compareceu, baseada no único livro que você não leu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- LEI DA QUEDA LIVRE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Qualquer esforço para se agarrar um objeto em queda, provoca mais destruição do que se o deixássemos cair naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;2. A probabilidade de o pão cair com o lado da manteiga virado para baixo é proporcional ao valor do carpete.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- LEI DAS &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245867438_0"  style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;FILAS&lt;/span&gt; E DOS&lt;br /&gt;ENGARRAFAMENTOS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fila do lado sempre anda mais rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Parágrafo único: Não adianta mudar de fila. A outra é sempre mais rápida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- LEI DA RELATIVIDADE DOCUMENTADA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tão fácil quanto parece, nem tão difícil quanto a explicação do manual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- LEI DO ESPARADRAPO: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem dois tipos de esparadrapo: o que não gruda e o que não sai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- LEI DA VIDA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Uma pessoa saudável é aquela que não foi suficientemente examinada.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tudo que é bom na vida é ilegal, imoral, engorda ou engravida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- LEI DA ATRAÇÃO DE&lt;br /&gt;PARTÍCULAS: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda partícula que voa sempre encontra um olho aberto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- COISAS QUE NATURALMENTE SE ATRAEM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos e seios&lt;br /&gt;Olhos e bunda&lt;br /&gt;Nariz e dedo&lt;br /&gt;Pobre e funk&lt;br /&gt;Mulher e vitrines&lt;br /&gt;Homem e cerveja&lt;br /&gt;Chifre e dupla sertaneja&lt;br /&gt;Carro de bêbado e poste&lt;br /&gt;Tampa de caneta e orelha&lt;br /&gt;Jato de mijo e tampa de vaso&lt;br /&gt;Leite fervendo e fogão limpinho&lt;br /&gt;Político e dinheiro público&lt;br /&gt;Dedinho do pé e ponta de móveis&lt;br /&gt;Camisa branca e molho de tomate&lt;br /&gt;Tampa de creme dental e ralo de pia&lt;br /&gt;Café preto e toalha branca na mesa&lt;br /&gt;Dor de barriga e final de rolo de papel higiênico&lt;br /&gt;Bebedeira e mulher feia&lt;br /&gt;Mau humor e segunda-feira! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-6606135901044709929?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-guia-pratico-da-ciencia-moderna-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SkJueOBesAI/AAAAAAAABT8/IUq4tJPmqg4/s72-c/ciencia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-2286910536111845528</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T21:53:08.856-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><title /><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMsIwKiMqSE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMsIwKiMqSE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Still Love You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;You tell me that you're leaving, and I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;I had myself believing I could take it like a man&lt;br /&gt;But if you gotta go, then you gotta know that's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I never seem to show, I gotta make you see&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's been so long, (now, tell me) tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;One of us knows the two of us don't belong in each others company&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much inside, you're telling me goodbye, you wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;And knowin' that you're gone and leavin' me behind&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make you see, I gotta make you see, I gotta make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I still love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I really, I really love you, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, people tell me I should win by any cost&lt;br /&gt;But now I see as the smoke clears away, the battle has been lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes, you never have to lie, I'm out of your life&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll dream a way that you can still be mine&lt;br /&gt;But I'm dreamin' a lie, dreamin' a lie, makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I still love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby I love you, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of all the things you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;There's so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;'Cos girl, now I see the price of losing you will be my half to pay&lt;br /&gt;My half to pay, each and every day, hear what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;I really, I really love you, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, I love you, I love you, I really, I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-2286910536111845528?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-still-love-you-you-tell-me-that-youre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-2272055883419468231</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-20T17:20:27.642-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the heart</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sj1EFR-QKOI/AAAAAAAABT0/PrRXpL-vSlU/s1600-h/22125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sj1EFR-QKOI/AAAAAAAABT0/PrRXpL-vSlU/s320/22125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349506789900560610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIDA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;br /&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso,&lt;br /&gt;já me decepcionei com pessoas&lt;br /&gt;quando nunca pensei me decepcionar,&lt;br /&gt;mas também decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já abracei pra proteger,&lt;br /&gt;já dei risada quando não podia,&lt;br /&gt;já fiz amigos eternos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já amei e fui amado,&lt;br /&gt;mas também já fui rejeitado.&lt;br /&gt;Já fui amado e não soube amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;br /&gt;mas 'quebrei a cara' muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,&lt;br /&gt;já liguei só pra escutar uma voz,&lt;br /&gt;já me apaixonei por um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Tive medo de perder alguém especial&lt;br /&gt;e acabei perdendo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobrevivi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Não passo pela vida&lt;br /&gt;e você também não deveria passar.&lt;br /&gt;Viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a vida e viver com paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Perder com classe e vencer com ousadia&lt;br /&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;e a vida é MUITO para ser insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-2272055883419468231?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-ja-perdoei-erros-quase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sj1EFR-QKOI/AAAAAAAABT0/PrRXpL-vSlU/s72-c/22125.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-5751284396819634574</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T22:39:29.155-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It's my life</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sjw9f5WqvYI/AAAAAAAABTs/-4d2rdy3dU0/s1600-h/DamnItsFreezingInHere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sjw9f5WqvYI/AAAAAAAABTs/-4d2rdy3dU0/s320/DamnItsFreezingInHere.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218075590442370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só para registrar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tou na minha terra, está 14 graus, tou congelando e tou feliiiiiiiz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-5751284396819634574?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/06/freezing-so-para-registrar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/Sjw9f5WqvYI/AAAAAAAABTs/-4d2rdy3dU0/s72-c/DamnItsFreezingInHere.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36092415.post-1178000765751882654</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T20:14:38.973-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A borboleta recomenda</category><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SjgmeyJPb-I/AAAAAAAABTk/eNeoPs8CeIY/s1600-h/crepusculo-galeria11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SjgmeyJPb-I/AAAAAAAABTk/eNeoPs8CeIY/s320/crepusculo-galeria11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348066867800928226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE VOLTA AO VÍCIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ano passado andei tão ocupada com coisas inúteis que esqueci de um dos meus vício favoritos, ler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que eu tenha só me ocupado de coisas inúteis, pois passei muito tempo estudando, escrevendo artigos e por aí vai, mas depois percebi que li apenas dois livros, Travessuras da Menina Má (Vargas Llosa) e O Ensaio Sobre a Cegueira (Saramago), um no começo e outro no final do ano...que vergonha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após perceber isso resolvi me redimir e retornar ao vício, pois lembrei que tinha comprado vários livros na feirinha da Usp e todos estavam esperando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que acabei me levando mesmo a sério pois vou fechar o semestre com quatro livros lidos..hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que realmente queria postar é sobre o vício que me consome no momento que é a série Crepúsculo, Lua Nova, Eclipse e Amanhecer (Stephenie Meyer). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu simplesmente sou vidrada em histórias de vampiros, vi o filme, gostei mas não achei lá grande coisa, muito "sessão da tarde" para meu gosto,  mas vai lá..resolvi ler, pois afinal o livro é sempre melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O resultado é que não consigo parar de ler, li o primeiro em um dia , coisa pouca de 300 pgs (!!!). Esse, definitivamente foi meu record, a última vez que fiz isso foi quando li "Cem Anos de Solidão". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resumindo, passei o último feriado lendo, simplesmente o dia inteiro, não conseguia parar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri que não é à toa que essa série está fazendo um puta sucesso e o filme realmente não passa nem perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; O mote da trama é a história de amor impossível  entre uma jovem (Bella)  que se muda para uma cidade pequena e conhece um rapaz  (Edward) meio "estranho" que depois ela descobre ser um vampiro .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode parecer banal, mas a autora conduz tão bem a história, numa riqueza de detalhes que quase me senti parte da trama. O filme perde muito disso pois o livro  explica melhor situações e os dramas pessoais de cada personagem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda acha com água com açucar? É pode ser, mas ainda assim é uma história boa, eu torço, xingo, dou risada, sei lá, é envolvente mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe quando você lê e não vê a hora de saber o que vai acontecer??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim queria postar a respeito...quando terminar de ler acho que vou ter um mega post pra falar de tudo...ou não..sei lá!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De qualquer forma fica aqui a dica.  See ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36092415-1178000765751882654?l=butterflyingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflyingg.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-volta-ao-vicio-ano-passado-andei-tao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Butterfly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk6-m-5ac6s/SjgmeyJPb-I/AAAAAAAABTk/eNeoPs8CeIY/s72-c/crepusculo-galeria11.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
