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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ela se considerava da família e era minha babá. Se sentia tão da família que pensava que podia usar as roupas da minha irmã, leva-las para casa no final de semana, sem pedir nem nada. Também pensava que podia levar malinha com mantimentos. Era uma pessoa muito importante para mim. Um dia minha mãe descobriu a malinha de roupas e mantimentos e a babá entendeu que não era da família, que teria que pedir permissão para levar as coisas de casa, que não podia usar roupas da minha irmã. Foi demitida. Foi embora sem me dizer tchau. E eu, pequena, fiquei como árvore que lhe cortaram um pedaço sem aviso. Fiquei sentada no abandono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ao publicar esta memória eu te convido a limpar memórias de abandono, sensações de que não é importante o bastante, de que não é amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/6868766267557293172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2014/02/ela-se-considerava-da-familia-e-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/6868766267557293172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/6868766267557293172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2014/02/ela-se-considerava-da-familia-e-era.html' title='COMO ÁRVORE CORTADA'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSeueCCA8teo5mqrAXauv11vqY1z0KmlZYya91xiNx7fApPR_DBJW4cJ-iMhgMNp-MoxBnAClnKeeXOkk2ZCmv6gUE02pZFjxLqfL67KRHJm68xWZRwzts6uDEbLyvBxKEVUiC60IKdeE/s72-c/1005540_791454977535640_1883284453_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-6525313513003962470</id><published>2014-02-02T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-02T11:24:27.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOIDA DE JOGAR PEDRA EM AVIÃO</title><content type='html'>Assistia TV e disse em voz alta:&lt;br /&gt;
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- Nossa, esta mulher é &quot;doida de jogar pedra em avião&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anna Beatriz com cara de espanto perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;
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- O que Dedéia? Doida de jogar pedra em avião?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Sim, meu amor, esta é uma expressao que quer dizer... Bom... Vamos lá, vou tentar de explicar.&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine que tem uma pedra no chão. Imaginou?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Sim, Dedéia.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Agora imagine que você se abaixa e pega esta pedra.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Ok Dedéia e fez o gesto como se pegasse a pedra.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Imagine agora que tem um avião lá no alto, voando.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Olhou para cima e disse: OK.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Agora jogue a pedra. O que acontece?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Fura o avião Dedéia?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Não meu amor, o avião está muito longe e pensar que pode acerta-lo é loucura. O que acontece com a pedra se ela não vai até o avião?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Ela cai Dedéia.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Então, cai em cima da mulher. Jogar pedra em avião é loucura porque vai cair em cima da pessoa mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Dedéia...&amp;nbsp; Imagine que tem uma pedra no chão. Imaginou?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Sim, Anna Beatriz!&lt;br /&gt;
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- Agora imagine que você se abaixa e pega esta pedra.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Ok amor e fiz o gesto como se pegasse a pedra.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Imagine agora que tem um avião lá no alto, voando.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Olhei para cima e disse: OK.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Agora jogue a pedra. &lt;br /&gt;
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- Joguei...&lt;br /&gt;
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- Corre Dedéiaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando alguém vai embora da sua vida e na verdade&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;era verdadeiro,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;te fazia bem, o que&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;faz?&lt;br /&gt;
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Vai tarde...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/7293060970916418267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2013/04/memoria-dos-ontens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/7293060970916418267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/7293060970916418267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2013/04/memoria-dos-ontens.html' title='Memória dos ¨ontens¨'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-1652693822584015792</id><published>2012-06-13T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T05:04:18.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma lembrança imaginária</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela teve consciência
de uma outra vida em que foi expulsa ou algo assim, foi banida, rejeitada, jogada para fora como
se fosse a verdadeira peste. Em seu ser havia medo e raiva, muito raiva... E
com seu coração despedaçado prometeu se vingar... “Nunca mais vão me ver e
nunca mais terão acesso aos meus dons...&quot; E assim ela sobreviveu fazendo uma
couraça, uma armadura de ferro, sofreu todas as privações e dentro de seu mundo
interno aprendia a lidar com a dor tamanha de ser só. Levou isso para outras
vidas e seguiu só... Mas sua natureza dizia que precisava acompanhar a mudança dos tempos, aprender a perdoar de verdade... E a cada existência nesta terra abria um pouquinho e deixava
fluir seu dom, mas a dor enrijecida dentro não a deixava se envolver verdadeiramente
com nada e com ninguém. Não percebia que a decisão de não deixar que ninguém a
visse fazia mal apenas a ela mesma. Depois de séculos e séculos na armadura, agora tenta encontrar uma maneira de curar a dor e sair da armadura, está em
processo, vai conseguir e o sol vai brilhar de novo dentro dela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Essa lembrança me fez feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse bem estar me fez ter vontade de realizar alguns objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Essa vontade me fez agir e dar o primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse primeiro passo está fazendo toda diferença.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keli</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/7767707239161050441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-lembrei-hoje-que-posso-tudo-aquilo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/7767707239161050441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/7767707239161050441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-lembrei-hoje-que-posso-tudo-aquilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2_ExapcX2BTEC5Qz3vaF4VJdT2UDwCbfoC_L7ij2WAorBqColIIWhyR0kn17mAAwnfv7t3FvwZ9kRfZ7zVt335vq6UplxgSVI05xFfAJ7F1cA_UG_fwo-R2nPZRJ1uVIQY7-skK-mMk/s72-c/primeiro+passo+%281%29.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-5409482729625863344</id><published>2011-11-22T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:11:20.928-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maturidade"/><title type='text'>O sinal e a gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CHjWcpOtV6yhSgYZvAK7Gpf3FLi6BruNHDcb9qGMntk3LxCxB-gx7JaKNBrwBJkF7vkEg7bQ44ua8lpFZSPkXaDirflOmZEhHWF8nCAunjLl5cMy6ovoizmJfQDuhUh6A1UTZrO2-bc/s1600/DSC04686.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CHjWcpOtV6yhSgYZvAK7Gpf3FLi6BruNHDcb9qGMntk3LxCxB-gx7JaKNBrwBJkF7vkEg7bQ44ua8lpFZSPkXaDirflOmZEhHWF8nCAunjLl5cMy6ovoizmJfQDuhUh6A1UTZrO2-bc/s320/DSC04686.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Eu estava na janela do meu quarto, chovia e as folhas dos Platanos da Carrer Valencia se desprendiam e voavam… Contemplei esse momento, quanta beleza, a beleza está nas coisas simples, de verdade... Eu então pedi ao Universo um sinal... “Universo querido, se for para eu continuar neste caminho, se eu realmente for realizar meus sonhos, faça o vento trazer uma folha para a bancada da minha janela...&quot; E esperei, esperei... E a folha não veio... E como a esperança é grande em mim, pensei... “Tudo tem seu tempo”... Talvez eu esteja pedindo demais... É tão alto aqui... O tempo passou e me esqueci deste momento... Hoje, quando abri a minha janela, lá estava a folha, no meio da bancada da janela... Sou grata Universo! O meu coração agora só emana uma vibração: Sou grata. Sou grata. Sou grata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Keli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/5409482729625863344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-sinal-e-gratidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/5409482729625863344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/5409482729625863344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-sinal-e-gratidao.html' title='O sinal e a gratidão'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CHjWcpOtV6yhSgYZvAK7Gpf3FLi6BruNHDcb9qGMntk3LxCxB-gx7JaKNBrwBJkF7vkEg7bQ44ua8lpFZSPkXaDirflOmZEhHWF8nCAunjLl5cMy6ovoizmJfQDuhUh6A1UTZrO2-bc/s72-c/DSC04686.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-5376580556173944559</id><published>2011-10-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:17:25.764-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infância"/><title type='text'>A árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4XpOYv3rKaS1HcvDetx6mp7OOUIvUgOSoe40NMG20Ypd7S2P53KN4663BMgnZ_zKHkRdsguiCgT0-LtSyyYNui9u57jYTXT-FnRxflx25qVmD-OkQZmBjiUU6B_88AWiiAuUYlfj15A/s1600/arvore+da+vida+Klimt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4XpOYv3rKaS1HcvDetx6mp7OOUIvUgOSoe40NMG20Ypd7S2P53KN4663BMgnZ_zKHkRdsguiCgT0-LtSyyYNui9u57jYTXT-FnRxflx25qVmD-OkQZmBjiUU6B_88AWiiAuUYlfj15A/s320/arvore+da+vida+Klimt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Há tempos não escrevo aqui...&lt;br /&gt;
Me lembrei esses dias de um momento sublime em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Precisamos aprender a valorizar as coisas simples.&lt;br /&gt;
Era pequena, tinha 9 ou 10 anos...&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei se era uma tarefa da escola ou se apenas o fiz por mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;
Havia uma árvore na rua da Santa Casa em Monte Santo e eu a desenhei...&lt;br /&gt;
Me coloquei inteira nesta tarefa e no final amei o resultado...&lt;br /&gt;
A árvore ficou perfeita, linda...&lt;br /&gt;
Essa lembrança me faz bem, me cura...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/5376580556173944559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/10/arvore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/5376580556173944559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/5376580556173944559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/10/arvore.html' title='A árvore'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4XpOYv3rKaS1HcvDetx6mp7OOUIvUgOSoe40NMG20Ypd7S2P53KN4663BMgnZ_zKHkRdsguiCgT0-LtSyyYNui9u57jYTXT-FnRxflx25qVmD-OkQZmBjiUU6B_88AWiiAuUYlfj15A/s72-c/arvore+da+vida+Klimt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-8430519373727232721</id><published>2011-04-05T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:00:20.163-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maturidade"/><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToWcRsNOWu_-fj27BYoGuYx1_L6e4YdSErmeUupi3ofaZhKfyVDA7UWgzWHE-jxyxVJGdf0FtsX8AZBn7YwZAUj2jew7vkcTmJ76SAMLwKN7wUM3ekjh33Rf-qO9qMyxJu32wahpew1g/s1600/pagine-al-vento.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToWcRsNOWu_-fj27BYoGuYx1_L6e4YdSErmeUupi3ofaZhKfyVDA7UWgzWHE-jxyxVJGdf0FtsX8AZBn7YwZAUj2jew7vkcTmJ76SAMLwKN7wUM3ekjh33Rf-qO9qMyxJu32wahpew1g/s1600/pagine-al-vento.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Da minha infância lembro coisas boas coisas ruins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Vou me lembrando pois tenho um passado e portanto histórias para contar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Imagino o futuro como quem planeja ser feliz agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;O futuro se transforma em presente e imediatamente torna-se passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Assim é a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Vida vida vida que benção que presente que ganhamos de Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Vamos agradecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Keli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/8430519373727232721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/04/devaneios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/8430519373727232721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/8430519373727232721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/04/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToWcRsNOWu_-fj27BYoGuYx1_L6e4YdSErmeUupi3ofaZhKfyVDA7UWgzWHE-jxyxVJGdf0FtsX8AZBn7YwZAUj2jew7vkcTmJ76SAMLwKN7wUM3ekjh33Rf-qO9qMyxJu32wahpew1g/s72-c/pagine-al-vento.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-6484983460430597788</id><published>2011-03-17T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:14:52.469-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memórias de minha mãe"/><title type='text'>Memórias da minha mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Meus avós maternos eram humildes. Moravam no interior de Minas e tinham uma vida cheia de sacrifícios. Vovó dividia as tarefas de casa entre as filhas, desde pequenas. Minha mãe tinha que lavar a louça depois do almoço. Neste horário todas as meninas da vizinhança saíam para brincar na rua. Minha mãe não podia. Já tinha responsabilidades e as assumia. Ela me contou que para ficar feliz mesmo assim, ela colocava uma cadeira para alcançar e enchia a pia de água para economizar. Ela jogava um garfo, uma colher, como se fossem pessoas pulando na piscina e ia lavando tudo usando a imaginação. Os pratos se transformavam em discos voadores e cada dia brincava de forma diferente. O tempo passava e ela se divertia enquanto trabalhava. Será que eu aprendi a amar meu trabalho e ser feliz com ele com &amp;nbsp;a minha mãe? Aprendi coisas lindas com ela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;A aprendizagem sobre o amor incondicional eu vou deixar para contar para vocês em outro &quot;post&quot;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Abraços&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Keli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/6484983460430597788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/03/memorias-da-minha-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/6484983460430597788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/6484983460430597788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/03/memorias-da-minha-mae.html' title='Memórias da minha mãe'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-3748647629319423918</id><published>2011-03-08T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:53:15.851-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BRANCO"/><title type='text'>Em branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEift6qCGGrcFAhlJ6tcE3iMo8pa4FOg7areTVOfWw5MruXjGlwHbxSdrHmKWyajS-H-MHqhcr4mS1x-IM6Zf4xbUuJgZPOMzI11YKNXi0D0zuI-0NDs69rTycTilplxU84c9Ntmh9-j-Cc/s1600/branco.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;281&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEift6qCGGrcFAhlJ6tcE3iMo8pa4FOg7areTVOfWw5MruXjGlwHbxSdrHmKWyajS-H-MHqhcr4mS1x-IM6Zf4xbUuJgZPOMzI11YKNXi0D0zuI-0NDs69rTycTilplxU84c9Ntmh9-j-Cc/s320/branco.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Estou passando por um momento branco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Espaço tempo branco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Nenhuma memória de infância ou adolescência visita minha mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Penso. Sinto. Vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;É momento de usufruir o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Assim é e sou grata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Keli&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/3748647629319423918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-branco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/3748647629319423918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/3748647629319423918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-branco.html' title='Em branco'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEift6qCGGrcFAhlJ6tcE3iMo8pa4FOg7areTVOfWw5MruXjGlwHbxSdrHmKWyajS-H-MHqhcr4mS1x-IM6Zf4xbUuJgZPOMzI11YKNXi0D0zuI-0NDs69rTycTilplxU84c9Ntmh9-j-Cc/s72-c/branco.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-2466471965584123544</id><published>2011-01-18T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:54:36.599-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infância"/><title type='text'>Um Tibum na piscina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1GAwTgR-zVa6swD_ZYyuS1tLTbDF1hN_-Vqsxx9wnwR26_fKM_ep2eVez8fleGFme1Lu8DoubsGt54HP-VflnM4JQ24sEFaDhQbU_gXrHZHHTF9t6Ba60B5svY9U0LOyxhG6Ed94wGM/s1600/3421903473_d1743d4151.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1GAwTgR-zVa6swD_ZYyuS1tLTbDF1hN_-Vqsxx9wnwR26_fKM_ep2eVez8fleGFme1Lu8DoubsGt54HP-VflnM4JQ24sEFaDhQbU_gXrHZHHTF9t6Ba60B5svY9U0LOyxhG6Ed94wGM/s320/3421903473_d1743d4151.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu devia ter uns 10 anos e era um dia de chuva e vento no rancho, o céu estava escuro. Era um domingo e eu já estava pronta para irmos para casa. Andava em volta da piscina, de braços cruzados, com o olhar distante, parecia uma cena de filme, onde a personagem refletia enquanto se misturava com o tempo fechado da natureza em volta da piscina... Estava me sentindo a maior de todas... Rsss... Pode rir, agora pode... De repente levei um tombo e caí de roupa e tudo na piscina gelada... &amp;nbsp;TIBUM.... Acabou-se a cena, acabou-se o sonho... &lt;br /&gt;
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Na hora não foi nada engraçado, mas agora olhando para trás morro de rir...&lt;br /&gt;
O que aprendi? &lt;br /&gt;
Estou aprendendo até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;
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Abraços a todos!&lt;br /&gt;
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Keli</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/2466471965584123544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-tibum-na-piscina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/2466471965584123544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/2466471965584123544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-tibum-na-piscina.html' title='Um Tibum na piscina'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1GAwTgR-zVa6swD_ZYyuS1tLTbDF1hN_-Vqsxx9wnwR26_fKM_ep2eVez8fleGFme1Lu8DoubsGt54HP-VflnM4JQ24sEFaDhQbU_gXrHZHHTF9t6Ba60B5svY9U0LOyxhG6Ed94wGM/s72-c/3421903473_d1743d4151.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-234355393059045086</id><published>2011-01-04T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:11:32.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOU RICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKnGucD_iiu_mx-_R4TAQadvxUEzEi5CpKWoN9CyqSwc0U35Q_q5RJBqHcaQOZ4Zvn-x7eYgzIk-sBEtrwP3Fa0FMXaR2nAD07TDqa4WXTynFPhBHvxqPTCqTbtZ6DuKZML0CLvdf0Dw/s1600/cifrao.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKnGucD_iiu_mx-_R4TAQadvxUEzEi5CpKWoN9CyqSwc0U35Q_q5RJBqHcaQOZ4Zvn-x7eYgzIk-sBEtrwP3Fa0FMXaR2nAD07TDqa4WXTynFPhBHvxqPTCqTbtZ6DuKZML0CLvdf0Dw/s1600/cifrao.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu tinha uns cinco anos e estava na casa da Luiza que morava na esquina da nossa casa na Rua XV de Julho em Monte Santo. Naquela época, no interior, criança podia ficar mais livre, ir nos vizinhos, brincar na rua sem medo... E no meio de uma conversa Luiza disse que eu era rica.... Para que? Lembro que fiquei muito brava, disse que não era, fechei a cara e saí da casa dela pisando duro... Coisa de criança? &amp;nbsp;Vai entender, não é mesmo? Acho que ouvi do meu pai que ser rico era uma coisa ruim e reagi desta maneira com a fala dela... Como se ser rica fosse algo abominável... Que crença é essa meu Deus???? Tchau tchau crença...&lt;br /&gt;
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O que aprendi com isso? Que criança é como esponjinha... Atenção pais, muita atenção com o que dizem e fazem perto dos seus filhos... Interiorizamos muitas crenças na primeira infância e estas nos guiam na vida adulta...&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu deixo essa crença ir agora... Limpo... Purifico... Transmuto... Deixo ir com o vento...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Está ok ser rica. O dinheiro é uma manifestação natural do universo. O dinheiro vem facilmente a mim e estou destinada a uma grande riqueza&quot;... Prefiro atuar de acordo com essas crenças do que com as antigas...&lt;br /&gt;
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E você? Já examinou suas memórias e crenças sobre dinheiro? Elas tem grande impacto sobre o que está criando em sua realidade. Eu escolho a prosperidade, escolho o conforto e sei que há riquezas para todos e aceito usufruir da parcela que é minha por direito... Eu posso criar e crio essa realidade contribuindo com meu talento para um mundo melhor!&lt;br /&gt;
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Deixe ir aquilo que não serve mais e seja feliz e próspero!&lt;br /&gt;
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Abraços&lt;br /&gt;
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Keli</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/234355393059045086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-rica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/234355393059045086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/234355393059045086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-rica.html' title='SOU RICA'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKnGucD_iiu_mx-_R4TAQadvxUEzEi5CpKWoN9CyqSwc0U35Q_q5RJBqHcaQOZ4Zvn-x7eYgzIk-sBEtrwP3Fa0FMXaR2nAD07TDqa4WXTynFPhBHvxqPTCqTbtZ6DuKZML0CLvdf0Dw/s72-c/cifrao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-8744095305838981072</id><published>2010-12-26T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:39:15.315-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infância"/><title type='text'>O relógio de parede</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQP_b6v2X6Ntk9BjSnEwXQf14l73HsArc7cZIcDxvD8t5-1UPptxQbeUjciXxr6qJYWHoDNGeWGtFwhfnS6_rb9GePzKJcFSuqyadUbVuefiAE5DOZ-zYR2exQQxOiAe9dAoR9C73h7QU/s1600/choro.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQP_b6v2X6Ntk9BjSnEwXQf14l73HsArc7cZIcDxvD8t5-1UPptxQbeUjciXxr6qJYWHoDNGeWGtFwhfnS6_rb9GePzKJcFSuqyadUbVuefiAE5DOZ-zYR2exQQxOiAe9dAoR9C73h7QU/s1600/choro.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Eu devia ter uns 10 anos e estava passando férias em Itajubá na casa do tio Paulo e da tia Vandete. Era época de natal e estávamos ajudando a tia a limpar a casa. Meu tio tinha ganhado naquele dia um relógio de parede lindo do &quot;tipo cuco&quot; sem cuco e já tinha colocado numa parede da sala, onde eu estava varrendo... Sem querer bati a cabeça nele e em questão de segundos ele espatifou no chão... Chorei, chorei e chorei... &amp;nbsp;Senti vergonha de quebrar um presente tão lindo e tão caro e tão novo. Meu tio quando chegou na sala me disse pra ficar&amp;nbsp;tranqüila&amp;nbsp;que ele ia levar para consertar. Ele realmente saiu e só quando voltou pude ficar alegre de novo... A loja trocou por um novinho em folha e meu coração ficou aliviado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hoje eu fui visitá-lo, já mora em outra cidade, nós estávamos no sofá conversando quando olhamos para o relógio na parede e lembramos que há 26 anos eu o derrubei, chorei e depois me acalmei quando tudo se resolveu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;O que aprendi com isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Primeiro que é muito importante que os adultos tenham uma postura tranquila quando uma criança quebra alguma coisa, deixando claro com o comportamento, como meu tio fez, que a criança é mais importante que o objeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Aprendi também a prestar mais atenção ao meu redor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Crianças ... Crianças...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Keli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/8744095305838981072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-relogio-de-parede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/8744095305838981072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/8744095305838981072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-relogio-de-parede.html' title='O relógio de parede'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQP_b6v2X6Ntk9BjSnEwXQf14l73HsArc7cZIcDxvD8t5-1UPptxQbeUjciXxr6qJYWHoDNGeWGtFwhfnS6_rb9GePzKJcFSuqyadUbVuefiAE5DOZ-zYR2exQQxOiAe9dAoR9C73h7QU/s72-c/choro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-4153426701912703887</id><published>2010-12-21T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:44:38.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escada abaixo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEd2_TIwCdS9QaWiJsMlD0OjX7s1J0ZiSUKbO-euQMMVOet3tZTn_ixouxFFNQw77_gJreM_m1rPHUTRYmFbtLr8HizZgRSfQz8x8GfXxTI8p_l0YCYpwcHuxzQrFU-PGmDTfsAxyvQ0k/s1600/escada%252520de%252520granito%252520botticcino.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEd2_TIwCdS9QaWiJsMlD0OjX7s1J0ZiSUKbO-euQMMVOet3tZTn_ixouxFFNQw77_gJreM_m1rPHUTRYmFbtLr8HizZgRSfQz8x8GfXxTI8p_l0YCYpwcHuxzQrFU-PGmDTfsAxyvQ0k/s320/escada%252520de%252520granito%252520botticcino.jpg&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa memória não é minha. Tenho a imagem em minha mente, mas foi criada a partir do que minha mãe me contou... Era um bebê e estava na fase de andar naqueles carrinhos chamados &quot;voadores&quot;, com rodinha para que o bebê possa se locomover. Minha mãe diz que me colocou para dormir e de repente ouviu um barulho e meu irmão Marquinho chorando debaixo da mesa. Eu estava no fim da escada da casa sobre uma toalha que estava no varal. Minha mãe me levou correndo até a casa da Tia Bá e me deu nas mãos do Tio Carmo... Eu estava roxinha e meu tio me ajudou a voltar... Quando adulta meu irmão me contou porque chorava debaixo da mesa... Ele me colocou no voador e de repente me dirigi para escada num vôo escada abaixo. Ele se sentiu culpado... Isso acontece nas melhores famílias meu irmão...&lt;br /&gt;
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O que a gente aprende com isso?&lt;br /&gt;
Que o anjo da guarda de toda criança é forte e passa muitos apertos!&lt;br /&gt;
Mães fiquem sempre de olho nas crianças, em questão de segundos um acidente pode acontecer!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Abraços&lt;br /&gt;
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Keli</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/4153426701912703887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/escada-abaixo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/4153426701912703887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/4153426701912703887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/escada-abaixo.html' title='Escada abaixo...'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEd2_TIwCdS9QaWiJsMlD0OjX7s1J0ZiSUKbO-euQMMVOet3tZTn_ixouxFFNQw77_gJreM_m1rPHUTRYmFbtLr8HizZgRSfQz8x8GfXxTI8p_l0YCYpwcHuxzQrFU-PGmDTfsAxyvQ0k/s72-c/escada%252520de%252520granito%252520botticcino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-6917041847318372604</id><published>2010-12-05T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:44:27.116-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infância"/><title type='text'>Cocô pela janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHWt3oBKxPgFGzvqVCKKaodT-DhBgGceDnbTLvPpZaatJ-7WCxxIe7peopXPePNMyT3zV6-ol7vT9WQMxaN7YjDjmM5UkjDNacpVYCNNdyfuqh20OR-Y0IooaBgWBz-JVz1eeCT1xpyY/s1600/penico1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHWt3oBKxPgFGzvqVCKKaodT-DhBgGceDnbTLvPpZaatJ-7WCxxIe7peopXPePNMyT3zV6-ol7vT9WQMxaN7YjDjmM5UkjDNacpVYCNNdyfuqh20OR-Y0IooaBgWBz-JVz1eeCT1xpyY/s1600/penico1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu e minha amiga Débora brincávamos sempre juntas em Águas da Prata. Eu tinha um peniquinho vermelho e estava aprendendo a usá-lo naqueles tempos. Fiz cocô e xixi e nós resolvemos jogar pela janela... Coisa de criança! Minha irmã entrou no quarto bem na hora da viagem dos produtos janela abaixo... Disse que poderia cair na cabeça de alguém, não caiu, mas tenho uma imagem na minha mente de um careca sendo surpreendido com um presente nada agradável vindo dos céus... Rrrsss. Minha irmã prometeu guardar segredo...&lt;br /&gt;
E guardou...&lt;br /&gt;
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Abraços&lt;br /&gt;
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Keli</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/6917041847318372604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/coco-pela-janela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/6917041847318372604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/6917041847318372604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/coco-pela-janela.html' title='Cocô pela janela'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHWt3oBKxPgFGzvqVCKKaodT-DhBgGceDnbTLvPpZaatJ-7WCxxIe7peopXPePNMyT3zV6-ol7vT9WQMxaN7YjDjmM5UkjDNacpVYCNNdyfuqh20OR-Y0IooaBgWBz-JVz1eeCT1xpyY/s72-c/penico1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724465951580436784.post-8218813080331741296</id><published>2010-12-05T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:15:34.630-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infância"/><title type='text'>Cachos nos cabelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimX7vwr2inDIviVms-EqPLUNxWh1zl81Izjqk0Q6OL1xB-pj9ZSH7soWJG_Oc_AWMtabjCUjQWwyqyb3ase6RCqCCX3hGDsR0RMjk959N_jY_FWkSK-nLFdPLMs3iF5pE4sn5DANWdziM/s1600/ar0066_dia_crianca_g.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimX7vwr2inDIviVms-EqPLUNxWh1zl81Izjqk0Q6OL1xB-pj9ZSH7soWJG_Oc_AWMtabjCUjQWwyqyb3ase6RCqCCX3hGDsR0RMjk959N_jY_FWkSK-nLFdPLMs3iF5pE4sn5DANWdziM/s1600/ar0066_dia_crianca_g.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Morava em Águas da Prata e tinha uma amiga chamada Débora. Estávamos brincando no meu quarto e ela disse: - Vamos brincar de cabeleireira? Eu tinha os cabelos compridos e cheios de cachos nas pontas... E eu respondi: - Vamos!!! Na brincadeira eu era a cliente e meus cachos estavam todos no chão quando minha mãe entrou... - Keliiiiiiii.... Já era tarde, eles já não faziam mais parte de mim. Mas cabelo cresce rápido e tudo logo ficou bem... Nunca mais tive cachos... &amp;nbsp;Mas amo meu cabelo!&lt;br /&gt;
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Abraços&lt;br /&gt;
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Keli</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/feeds/8218813080331741296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/morava-em-aguas-da-prata-e-tinha-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/8218813080331741296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724465951580436784/posts/default/8218813080331741296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelavita.blogspot.com/2010/12/morava-em-aguas-da-prata-e-tinha-uma.html' title='Cachos nos cabelos'/><author><name>Keli Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888161649637596428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQgy-lJaJ9XEKx4cwPHTpEG0of_qSXwrF78r3ldpWAa3GTbU-ZhKVfBoBScQKMzn9GfGy1Nad5c7_U4prdgbHMIV9pgYOScbvgIPcndSdaJcIuLNc6dQxz_Mq61Zc/s220/296882_271899132824563_100000134345568_1294432_3257598_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimX7vwr2inDIviVms-EqPLUNxWh1zl81Izjqk0Q6OL1xB-pj9ZSH7soWJG_Oc_AWMtabjCUjQWwyqyb3ase6RCqCCX3hGDsR0RMjk959N_jY_FWkSK-nLFdPLMs3iF5pE4sn5DANWdziM/s72-c/ar0066_dia_crianca_g.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>