<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691</id><updated>2024-09-06T14:19:43.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Melissa Prardo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-7603083591791530514</id><published>2013-08-18T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-18T17:46:01.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Diário de uma enamorada ...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, pequeno diário te escrevo para que saibas&lt;br /&gt;e testemunhe minha felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Por ver o imaginário tonar-se real.&lt;br /&gt;Por algo que outrora tão longe. Agora, tão perto que&lt;br /&gt;me faz querer transbordar de tanta alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Te escrevo para que &amp;nbsp;testemunhe minha emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Por algo que desejei noite e dia...&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho por toda a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre cri que o meu amor estaria por vir.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje posso senti-lo, vivê-lo. Amá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;E agora posso me deleitar em seus braços, pois és meu.&lt;br /&gt;E sou teu.&lt;br /&gt;Este amor que sinto imensamente, é recíproco.&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais ausente. Então por isso&lt;br /&gt;pequeno diário...&lt;br /&gt;Me despeço. Volto ao meu amor que me espera.&lt;br /&gt;Volto ao seu calor que me aquece e sua voz que me aquieta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRU4_LCgkkimtS3sE5OXIABXY4GSO5U04Zh_BRqEH4kt1tck6Qyr7wuhJRlROu4nwokqIcwMRMmhIuPu0EDK1vGIn0tb-LI91A7Rf0W-9RfECKwJ8k4SlMLDntvmg7lNihYofsSdLt/s1600/DSC07900.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRU4_LCgkkimtS3sE5OXIABXY4GSO5U04Zh_BRqEH4kt1tck6Qyr7wuhJRlROu4nwokqIcwMRMmhIuPu0EDK1vGIn0tb-LI91A7Rf0W-9RfECKwJ8k4SlMLDntvmg7lNihYofsSdLt/s320/DSC07900.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FELIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 ano e 5 meses de casada. &lt;br /&gt;Melissa &amp;amp; Flávio.&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/7603083591791530514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/7603083591791530514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7603083591791530514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7603083591791530514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2013/08/diario-de-uma-enamorada.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRU4_LCgkkimtS3sE5OXIABXY4GSO5U04Zh_BRqEH4kt1tck6Qyr7wuhJRlROu4nwokqIcwMRMmhIuPu0EDK1vGIn0tb-LI91A7Rf0W-9RfECKwJ8k4SlMLDntvmg7lNihYofsSdLt/s72-c/DSC07900.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-3584436748006047945</id><published>2012-01-24T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:09:45.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Meu amor é teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Mas dou-te mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;Marcelo Camelo&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando o dia nascer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sorria . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando chover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lave a alma . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando um pássaro cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ouça . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando abraçar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Aperte . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando beijar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Feches os olhos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Não tenha medo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando não quiser ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Tape os ouvidos . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando quiser atenção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Grite . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando correr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Não pare . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sinta . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Quando não sentir o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dan - Ócio das letras&quot;&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #a64d79; color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/7334720639984491851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/7334720639984491851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7334720639984491851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7334720639984491851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-quando-o-dia-nascer-sorria.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaWSZzoXwq19mehPu4hyphenhyphenhZwk3u5vvtfSV1v1-Dsc0-acWFeNeIbqY2urc3SuRVpZ_-wOLiqYg-9-VinORlEF-d79L2OtVkCO-AEB2OaVI1t_Gp42usz_ystT0bBECR-PxKHZBUhpO/s72-c/Miminhos%252Be%252Bcarinhos%252B%252826%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-7979110263439892687</id><published>2012-01-24T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:47:09.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #a64d79; color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar é escolha, escolhi te amar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/7979110263439892687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/7979110263439892687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7979110263439892687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7979110263439892687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2012/01/amar-e-escolha-escolhi-te-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-2565978345669227861</id><published>2012-01-02T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:08:25.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te encontrei !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;... Ao contar meus segredos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;E você não me deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Pude ter&amp;nbsp;a certeza de que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;comigo, você sempre estará... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Te encontrei !!! Amo você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLRF3-mtBT16CdYd_HiezCdpRFOAjF0JeBcVDiHGz2Yci-UWcCT3w5Nz9Z4FNVc4sJJn-imnA7fBC3itUh6i39rKF-_5VJ7M_JpBOpJL1CKCch4QUkdxIT4LIpFjMrGjzMdP2XtsD/s1600/SEM_TT%257E1.PNG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; rea=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLRF3-mtBT16CdYd_HiezCdpRFOAjF0JeBcVDiHGz2Yci-UWcCT3w5Nz9Z4FNVc4sJJn-imnA7fBC3itUh6i39rKF-_5VJ7M_JpBOpJL1CKCch4QUkdxIT4LIpFjMrGjzMdP2XtsD/s320/SEM_TT%257E1.PNG&quot; width=&quot;208&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39;E de tanto querer, aqui dentro, o melhor já existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E tem o cheiro da tua chegada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Priscila Rôde&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/2565978345669227861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/2565978345669227861' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2565978345669227861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2565978345669227861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2012/01/te-encontrei.html' title='Te encontrei !!!'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLRF3-mtBT16CdYd_HiezCdpRFOAjF0JeBcVDiHGz2Yci-UWcCT3w5Nz9Z4FNVc4sJJn-imnA7fBC3itUh6i39rKF-_5VJ7M_JpBOpJL1CKCch4QUkdxIT4LIpFjMrGjzMdP2XtsD/s72-c/SEM_TT%257E1.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-7106976117049223001</id><published>2011-03-12T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:40:50.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova Criatura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;-Como é bom receber uma nova vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;
E é isso que nos acontece quando entregamos&lt;br /&gt;
nossa vida a Jesus, ELE nos concede com sua bênção&lt;br /&gt;
uma vida inteiramente nova...&lt;br /&gt;
Permite que façamos novas escolhas, para que possamos&lt;br /&gt;
receber a sua maravilhosa graça a SALVAÇÃO!&lt;br /&gt;
- Eu digo a você que está em duvida&amp;nbsp;se vale a pena servir&lt;br /&gt;
a Deus... Vale&amp;nbsp;Sim, e muiiiiiiiito&amp;nbsp;pois ELE cuida de nós como&lt;br /&gt;
nenhum pai e nenhuma mãe jamais conseguirá cuidaR!&lt;br /&gt;
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Te amo meu PAI. Obrigada por me escolher para TI servir e&amp;nbsp;TI seguir.&lt;br /&gt;
Eis-me aqui, usa-me a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/7106976117049223001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/7106976117049223001' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7106976117049223001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/7106976117049223001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2011/03/nova-criatura.html' title='Nova Criatura!'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-2643060010770299932</id><published>2010-12-22T11:30:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:30:17.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO DEIXE O AMOR PASSAR</title><content type='html'>&quot;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;
Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;
Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/2643060010770299932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/2643060010770299932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2643060010770299932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2643060010770299932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html' title='NÃO DEIXE O AMOR PASSAR'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-2859274664337936730</id><published>2010-11-09T15:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:41:52.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando com as flores</title><content type='html'>Olhar pela janela &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;E te esperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Ver as flores do jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Esperando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Um sentimento doloroso aperta o peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Percebo que elas sentem esse aperto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Ou será que sentem esse sentimento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUy3MBXXd_g6V81gobxSxfUYfmPJRT7MYr0KSq0dscJHlyWJrllIFP9C7UKrAazeaCgBxn8RRJLyaROWdnHeOgCnR_b7m_AFYtVG7D-GLs0qGcaji-wqRjdHXL14hQt45vwzV3ggF/s1600/OgAAABFv9JPbKEukRlShHFFYAswOGaDO8wEn9tcqTAfDGi-hPt496cfu_qm4Yx451qE9XzyS9Wj2dGRay1oU-dbiwWoAm1T1UHcoOb8Igxq8GCwxFo8DN6KJU6ap.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; px=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUy3MBXXd_g6V81gobxSxfUYfmPJRT7MYr0KSq0dscJHlyWJrllIFP9C7UKrAazeaCgBxn8RRJLyaROWdnHeOgCnR_b7m_AFYtVG7D-GLs0qGcaji-wqRjdHXL14hQt45vwzV3ggF/s200/OgAAABFv9JPbKEukRlShHFFYAswOGaDO8wEn9tcqTAfDGi-hPt496cfu_qm4Yx451qE9XzyS9Wj2dGRay1oU-dbiwWoAm1T1UHcoOb8Igxq8GCwxFo8DN6KJU6ap.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Fico confusa comigo mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Pois nada entendo sobre esse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;misterioso sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Que vivo tentando saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Estranho isso que digo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Mais sim, é o que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;E sei que elas sentem também, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Me conhecem bem, essas cheirosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Como são belas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Entardece e aqui estou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Admirando-as enquanto espero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;...Espero um algo e alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;&quot;&gt;Espero por mais flores, nas mãos do meu bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/2859274664337936730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/2859274664337936730' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2859274664337936730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2859274664337936730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/11/esperando-com-as-flores.html' title='Esperando com as flores'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUy3MBXXd_g6V81gobxSxfUYfmPJRT7MYr0KSq0dscJHlyWJrllIFP9C7UKrAazeaCgBxn8RRJLyaROWdnHeOgCnR_b7m_AFYtVG7D-GLs0qGcaji-wqRjdHXL14hQt45vwzV3ggF/s72-c/OgAAABFv9JPbKEukRlShHFFYAswOGaDO8wEn9tcqTAfDGi-hPt496cfu_qm4Yx451qE9XzyS9Wj2dGRay1oU-dbiwWoAm1T1UHcoOb8Igxq8GCwxFo8DN6KJU6ap.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-2026635059996601309</id><published>2010-11-01T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:09:25.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração Civil</title><content type='html'>Quero a utopia, quero tudo e mais&lt;br /&gt;
quero a felicidade dos olhos de um pai&lt;br /&gt;
quero a alegria, muita gente feliz&lt;br /&gt;
quero que a justiça reine em meu país.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quero a liberdade, quero o vinho e o pão.&lt;br /&gt;
quero ser a amizade, quero amor, prazer&lt;br /&gt;
quero nossa cidade sempre ensolarada&lt;br /&gt;
os meninos e o povo no poder, eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
São José da Costa Rica, coração civil me&lt;br /&gt;
inspire no meu sonho de amor Brasil&lt;br /&gt;
se o poeta é o que sonha o que vai ser real?&lt;br /&gt;
bom sonhar coisas boas que o homem faz e esperar&lt;br /&gt;
pelos frutos no quintal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sem polícia, nem milícia, nem feitiço, cadê poder?&lt;br /&gt;
Viva a preguiça, viva a malícia que só a gente sabe ter.&lt;br /&gt;
Assim dizendo a minha utopia eu vou levando a vida,&lt;br /&gt;
eu vou viver bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;
doido pra ver o meu sonho teimoso um dia se realizar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Milton Nascimento e Fernando Brant - Coração Civil&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/2026635059996601309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/2026635059996601309' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2026635059996601309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/2026635059996601309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/11/coracao-civil.html' title='Coração Civil'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-5180866177507989064</id><published>2010-10-08T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T05:25:27.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>&quot;Em&amp;nbsp;você eu sei me sinto forte,&amp;nbsp;com você não temo a minha sorte!&lt;br /&gt;
E eu sei que isso veio de você!&quot; - Rosa de Saron&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amanhã show do cantor gospel FERNANDINHO!!&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vidas serão alcançadas pelo amor de CRISTO!&lt;br /&gt;
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Beijo a todos! Bom final de semana.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/5180866177507989064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/5180866177507989064' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/5180866177507989064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/5180866177507989064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/10/com-voce.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-5049804074717010065</id><published>2010-10-06T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T05:57:57.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um mês para o ENEM</title><content type='html'>A poucos dias para o enem, eu pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;
Você irá fazer esta prova tão decisiva para seu futuro?&lt;br /&gt;
Como está se preparando? Além de estar estudando loucamente, é claro.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitos dirão que estão&amp;nbsp;somente estudando, mas, sabe-se que nessa&lt;br /&gt;
véspera de enem, é bom sim, descansar sua mente, divertir-se, e aprender&lt;br /&gt;
coisas novas de outras maneiras que não sejam somente nos livros.&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo isso pode ser uma boa preparação, não só para o enem, mas para os&lt;br /&gt;
demais vestibulares de sua vida!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desejo-te uma Boa sorte!&lt;br /&gt;
E que no dia de sua prova, esteja confiante de que&lt;br /&gt;
fez tudo que podia, agora é só pôr em prática!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beijo e fui... aproveitar meu tempo (risos).&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/5049804074717010065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/5049804074717010065' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/5049804074717010065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/5049804074717010065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/10/um-mes-para-o-enem.html' title='Um mês para o ENEM'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-8138848756311631402</id><published>2010-07-21T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:42:50.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinicius de Morais - Eu não existo sem você</title><content type='html'>Eu não existo sem você&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;br /&gt;
Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe&lt;br /&gt;
Que todo grande amor&lt;br /&gt;
Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;
Que todos os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;
Me encaminham pra você&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como o oceano&lt;br /&gt;
Só é belo com luar&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como a canção&lt;br /&gt;
Só tem razão se se cantar&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como uma nuvem&lt;br /&gt;
Só acontece se chover&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como o poeta&lt;br /&gt;
Só é grande se sofrer&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como viver&lt;br /&gt;
Sem ter amor não é viver&lt;br /&gt;
Não há você sem mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não existo sem você&lt;br /&gt;
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Lindo e maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;
poema de: Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/8138848756311631402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/8138848756311631402' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/8138848756311631402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/8138848756311631402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/07/vinicius-de-morais-eu-nao-existo-sem.html' title='Vinicius de Morais - Eu não existo sem você'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-427862667681503193</id><published>2010-04-16T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:39:50.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto falta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkG_8kyvrmKeXPF0SUo87Rb-GfDhbp-GcaaoKF49HlHQJBXBDOt2s19ILFprcuhJqZ_mmVRyBwP_h6rUVDeAepV91fMopdGxY4RDjcZHDD6ULOdotwXHBWuc9BIGtCm2BLMzH4NzK/s1600/sau02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkG_8kyvrmKeXPF0SUo87Rb-GfDhbp-GcaaoKF49HlHQJBXBDOt2s19ILFprcuhJqZ_mmVRyBwP_h6rUVDeAepV91fMopdGxY4RDjcZHDD6ULOdotwXHBWuc9BIGtCm2BLMzH4NzK/s320/sau02.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460806865350032002&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de quando escrevia aqui&lt;br /&gt;quase todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de quando eu me inspirava com todo&lt;br /&gt;o ser, e valia a pena!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou mais como antes.&lt;br /&gt;E acabei abandonando algumas coisas, mas outras&lt;br /&gt;não abandonei totalmente, como este blog.&lt;br /&gt;Continua ativo, mesmo que eu só venha aqui&lt;br /&gt;tirar a poeira, e fechar com carinho &quot;/&lt;br /&gt;É assim mesmo, nem tudo na vida deve durar pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aproveitando que estou aqui, desejo a todos vocês&lt;br /&gt;que continuam escrevendo diariamente em seus blog&#39;s, que&lt;br /&gt;continuem, vale a pena...&lt;br /&gt;É como um sonho realizado ou tarefa cumprida!! Enfim, felicidade&lt;br /&gt;a todos!!&lt;br /&gt;Beijos de Mel... :P&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/427862667681503193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/427862667681503193' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/427862667681503193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/427862667681503193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sinto-falta.html' title='Sinto falta...'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkG_8kyvrmKeXPF0SUo87Rb-GfDhbp-GcaaoKF49HlHQJBXBDOt2s19ILFprcuhJqZ_mmVRyBwP_h6rUVDeAepV91fMopdGxY4RDjcZHDD6ULOdotwXHBWuc9BIGtCm2BLMzH4NzK/s72-c/sau02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-6342692102281371223</id><published>2010-03-13T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:08:53.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todas nós somos princesas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGmBajkJAV6m7kYn5ar5MAE57NuXhPm-8BbyF3nd_fPZXdLSA_Uza6T9xdayVEU4tDblO_B3EfTRHSBJRhi-1c1t8oV0OrFoC22XvOXwNVjoDF749w0WCr7jZXpRXVUYLbZHR2Ysz/s1600-h/Princesa+e+Sapo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGmBajkJAV6m7kYn5ar5MAE57NuXhPm-8BbyF3nd_fPZXdLSA_Uza6T9xdayVEU4tDblO_B3EfTRHSBJRhi-1c1t8oV0OrFoC22XvOXwNVjoDF749w0WCr7jZXpRXVUYLbZHR2Ysz/s200/Princesa+e+Sapo.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196391981474002&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;O que quer que aconteça&quot; disse ela, &quot;não pode mudar uma coisa. Se sou uma princesa em trapos e adrajos, posso ser uma princesa se eu estivesse vestida com tecido de fios de ouro, mas é um triunfo muito maior ser princesa o tempo todo, sem ninguém saber.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little Princess&lt;br /&gt;Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/6342692102281371223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/6342692102281371223' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/6342692102281371223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/6342692102281371223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/03/todas-nos-somos-princesas.html' title='Todas nós somos princesas!'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGmBajkJAV6m7kYn5ar5MAE57NuXhPm-8BbyF3nd_fPZXdLSA_Uza6T9xdayVEU4tDblO_B3EfTRHSBJRhi-1c1t8oV0OrFoC22XvOXwNVjoDF749w0WCr7jZXpRXVUYLbZHR2Ysz/s72-c/Princesa+e+Sapo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-6875293190498736352</id><published>2010-03-04T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:24:37.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modo de amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XGye-O4YP7Icmvxo7l96wyy9gqWNbI4eo5IhXkFAVR9zs2DVbONxLEuSjx3g6aWqm4nkMo1jF-Ew0705Y8Wx-3nyTJn_dTlMm0OAP7wYontymmkKG6fco_4Yyy0ph1iqtHaWQOIv/s1600-h/amorroma.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XGye-O4YP7Icmvxo7l96wyy9gqWNbI4eo5IhXkFAVR9zs2DVbONxLEuSjx3g6aWqm4nkMo1jF-Ew0705Y8Wx-3nyTJn_dTlMm0OAP7wYontymmkKG6fco_4Yyy0ph1iqtHaWQOIv/s200/amorroma.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444951577798258322&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós, seres humanos, possuímos nosso&lt;br /&gt;único e indescritível, Modo de Amar.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é BOM, pois se o amor fosse visto com os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;olhos por todos, não seria possível haver aqueles&lt;br /&gt;momentos tão especiais na vida de simples mortais que amam.&lt;br /&gt;São momentos de dúvidas e mais dúvidas, no qual&lt;br /&gt;todos nós precisamos passar...&lt;br /&gt;Há também aqueles instantes de certeza mais insegurança&lt;br /&gt;de insegurança mais certeza...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! são tantos os sentimentos possíveis graças ao&lt;br /&gt;Modo de Amar único de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento incrivelmente puro que mexe comigo e&lt;br /&gt;contigo,&lt;br /&gt;É O amor... &lt;br /&gt;É um tipo de dor que vale a pena sentir, pelo outro.&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz querer ser o outro no momento de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o amor, é assim um dos modos de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Divido com você querido leitor, o que acho do amor:&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Amar é dar sentido a vida, é ter alegria de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo, porquê se está amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Melissa beijos com amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clique no título Modo de amar e escute &lt;br /&gt;uma bonita canção: Eu preciso dizer que &lt;br /&gt;te amo Cazuza.)&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/6875293190498736352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/6875293190498736352' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/6875293190498736352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/6875293190498736352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/03/modo-de-amar.html' title='Modo de amar...'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XGye-O4YP7Icmvxo7l96wyy9gqWNbI4eo5IhXkFAVR9zs2DVbONxLEuSjx3g6aWqm4nkMo1jF-Ew0705Y8Wx-3nyTJn_dTlMm0OAP7wYontymmkKG6fco_4Yyy0ph1iqtHaWQOIv/s72-c/amorroma.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-5958129432805013033</id><published>2010-02-26T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:04:59.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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height: 146px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/S4g3FmJvLDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TN4vt8Hkpa8/s200/flor-cerejeira.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442660718957505586&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/S4g27fNbhuI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0KANc87F8X8/s1600-h/kas5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/S4g27fNbhuI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0KANc87F8X8/s200/kas5.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442660545295255266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Quem é capaz de me dizer a origem da flor?&lt;br /&gt;Flor: Órgão da reprodução sexuada das plantas superiores, e que, de hábito,&lt;br /&gt;apresentam cores e normalmente cheiro agradável...&lt;br /&gt;   Isso segundo o dicionário Aurélio.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim flor seria definido como mais uma Obra de Arte.&lt;br /&gt;Algo sem tradução, diferenciando-se por cores que VIVAS são.&lt;br /&gt;   Algumas discretas, outras querendo sempre ser o centro das atenções.&lt;br /&gt;Só porquê são lindas, majestosas e cheirosas.&lt;br /&gt;À essas dou minha admiração, fico horas olhando-as com atenção.&lt;br /&gt;E há também flores que são tímidas e pequeninas, à essas dou minha AMIZADE.&lt;br /&gt;   Pois com elas sinto bondade e fidelidade.&lt;br /&gt;As flores merecem abrigo, pois nunca brigarão contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre serão como ombro amigo, afinal à elas, você sempre deu elogios.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/5958129432805013033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/5958129432805013033' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/5958129432805013033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/5958129432805013033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/02/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2o_5XM0-3s9Gd0CrTkiHCH-so0zreYxF_JmhdoP6uP0_M5LHHVq9fhXOGdDq2YU6D5MQwrIogyGV1xb7zaXKz_4LNqsx-qNMDnXf-2shOBmezjpzmXe7keOvMT3gymj4lPrQ9_Ln/s72-c/laranja.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-4682138112335186385</id><published>2010-02-23T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:14:10.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUdPtY0ueEodNrqs_B23gJxqJ5-TCrdKGMGE_tmVSCQUqo6RetDlmqClOWRP8o16rjUWR62rcbORx_X91rcKPdjHpLEXuIxoPtnoP-EpfvrBA5dVb8M4yaUL_IbrOg6iCixNaqF0b/s1600-h/vento01.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUdPtY0ueEodNrqs_B23gJxqJ5-TCrdKGMGE_tmVSCQUqo6RetDlmqClOWRP8o16rjUWR62rcbORx_X91rcKPdjHpLEXuIxoPtnoP-EpfvrBA5dVb8M4yaUL_IbrOg6iCixNaqF0b/s200/vento01.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442662924704994994&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Eu canto porque o instante existe&lt;br /&gt;e a minha vida está completa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou alegre nem sou triste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sou poeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/4682138112335186385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/4682138112335186385' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4682138112335186385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4682138112335186385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/02/motivo.html' title='Motivo'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUdPtY0ueEodNrqs_B23gJxqJ5-TCrdKGMGE_tmVSCQUqo6RetDlmqClOWRP8o16rjUWR62rcbORx_X91rcKPdjHpLEXuIxoPtnoP-EpfvrBA5dVb8M4yaUL_IbrOg6iCixNaqF0b/s72-c/vento01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-8824307277447297995</id><published>2010-01-28T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:07:16.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagino-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/S4g3_qseDQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CWyjUHX3Vdg/s1600-h/pais002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/S4g3_qseDQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CWyjUHX3Vdg/s200/pais002.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442661716609338626&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talvez eu já tenha escrito textos muito mais elaborados!&lt;br /&gt;Mas este, que você vai ler, foi o que fiz de todo o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Para o homem mais especial da minha vida. O meu PAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom ser sozinho as vezes para te imaginar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;É bom estar sozinho agora, para pensar em como &lt;br /&gt;seria, se estivéssemos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Sim! É bom!&lt;br /&gt;Bom porque contigo em meus sonhos, ninguém te tirará de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a distância que poderia ter sido menos cruel, mas não foi.&lt;br /&gt;Imagino-te comigo, contando as histórias que não pôde contar, cantando&lt;br /&gt;as musicas que não pôde cantar...&lt;br /&gt;Que importa isso?? O importante é que estamos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que longe.&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sonhos o senhor está, até que eu, finalmente acorde.&lt;br /&gt;E veja acordada que comigo o senhor sempre esteve.&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo ou não, continuaria aqui. Comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo papai.&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADES!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/8824307277447297995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/8824307277447297995' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/8824307277447297995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/8824307277447297995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagino-te.html' title='Imagino-te...'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/S4g3_qseDQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CWyjUHX3Vdg/s72-c/pais002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-6531036475544922170</id><published>2010-01-15T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:23:36.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não pode parar...</title><content type='html'>Talvez tenha sido apenas momentos.&lt;br /&gt;E eu achei que fossem eternos.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas alguns instantes.&lt;br /&gt;Que acabaram tão cedo.&lt;br /&gt;E eu pedindo que o tempo parasse.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, o erro tenha sido justamente aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Pedir que o tempo parasse, por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu pudesse desfrutar o que&lt;br /&gt;Me era agradável, então, o tempo me responde calmamente.&lt;br /&gt;Querida, sinto, mas todos me pedem o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu o fizer, o que será dos vossos destinos;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebe que se paro de trabalhar tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;Com o pouco de tempo que já viveu, não demorará&lt;br /&gt;E logo me pedirá o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Querida, não se aprece, tudo é questão de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto, te dou o hoje. Com suas devidas horas.&lt;br /&gt;Use-as, viva, pois, não poderei acrescentar&lt;br /&gt;Mais um minuto no teu dia.&lt;br /&gt;E eu, diante de tais palavras, o que posso fazer é&lt;br /&gt;Apenas VIVER.&lt;br /&gt;Pois já falta pouco para esse dia aqui acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã começa outro eu sei. Mas falta muito para&lt;br /&gt;O outro dia chegar.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo disse me entender, não sou a única assim, confusa&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo. Mas ele é o único assim, determinado ao&lt;br /&gt;Meu pedido não cumprir. Que bom, por que se não fosse&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje estaria vivendo aquele dia, imaginando que ele era o &lt;br /&gt;Melhor de todos. Boba eu, mal sabia que melhores dias ainda viriam.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, querido Leitor; viva, cada instante incessantemente... &lt;br /&gt;Quanto aqueles momentos eternos, guarde consigo, o tempo, não&lt;br /&gt;tomará de te. &lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se que  amanhã, é outro dia, para novas alegrias!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;br /&gt;15 de janeiro de 2010&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/6531036475544922170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/6531036475544922170' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/6531036475544922170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/6531036475544922170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-tempo-nao-pode-parar.html' title='O tempo não pode parar...'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-4106409145396580148</id><published>2010-01-10T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:50:44.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vitória na vida</title><content type='html'>Pobre de ti se pensas ser vencido!&lt;br /&gt;Tua derrota é caso decidido.&lt;br /&gt;Queres vencer, mas como em ti não crês,&lt;br /&gt;Tua descrença esmaga-te de vez.&lt;br /&gt;Se imaginas perder, perdido estás.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não confia em si, marcha para trás;&lt;br /&gt;A força que te impele para a frente&lt;br /&gt;É a decisão firmada em tua mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraco é aquele que fraco se imagina,&lt;br /&gt;Olha ao alto o que ao alto se destina,&lt;br /&gt;A confiança em si mesmo é a trajetória &lt;br /&gt;Que leva aos altos cimos da vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre o que mais corre, a meta alcança.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre mais longe, o mais forte o disco lança.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que, certo em si, vai firme e em frente,&lt;br /&gt;Com a decisão firmada em sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Texto extraído do livro:&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria Universal&lt;br /&gt;Muito muito antigo :X&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/4106409145396580148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/4106409145396580148' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4106409145396580148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4106409145396580148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/01/aitoria-na-vida.html' title='A vitória na vida'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-881557687855081915</id><published>2009-12-29T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:22:14.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorde querido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKn20iQXGo2SsLdiFopkqaYY3yc7GkSdF4dO8B05Xw5M6a0TfPVuAQZrOubeF9gvxsREj449jdxANd6ckxUPAjURtkQ1uNxuGUNRFdMlx9an5O-mW1hz-NLhvDHs9tAmdafv08dUi/s1600-h/cfddbb5d29d68948529d9eb95d7af09c.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKn20iQXGo2SsLdiFopkqaYY3yc7GkSdF4dO8B05Xw5M6a0TfPVuAQZrOubeF9gvxsREj449jdxANd6ckxUPAjURtkQ1uNxuGUNRFdMlx9an5O-mW1hz-NLhvDHs9tAmdafv08dUi/s200/cfddbb5d29d68948529d9eb95d7af09c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420632153150747250&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já amanheceu. O sol brilha lá fora, pode-se ver a luz. Ou serão teus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;Que brilham, mas que as estrelas, e engano-me a pensar que já se foi o luar.&lt;br /&gt;O sol vai demorar pra voltar, ainda bem. Que demore mesmo. A luz do luar é tão bela que&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-se admirar, quanto à luz do sol, mal se pode olhar e logo se deseja que ele adormeça.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/881557687855081915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/881557687855081915' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/881557687855081915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/881557687855081915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2009/12/acorde.html' title='Acorde querido.'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKn20iQXGo2SsLdiFopkqaYY3yc7GkSdF4dO8B05Xw5M6a0TfPVuAQZrOubeF9gvxsREj449jdxANd6ckxUPAjURtkQ1uNxuGUNRFdMlx9an5O-mW1hz-NLhvDHs9tAmdafv08dUi/s72-c/cfddbb5d29d68948529d9eb95d7af09c.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-4050037688318626130</id><published>2009-12-17T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:44:06.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknRfpGS_mVH-UEMLrniBl4MMW1sgSfomZmeHRQX0McSKpPs9M0D7NsBLEGZQiRcDd1AF1igVZNBMe5UTmVGrd0bFWFB6f8jzBosapVxnyLTdUTUFj6keHa71XFlTHtkCSP346sIYe/s1600-h/saudade.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknRfpGS_mVH-UEMLrniBl4MMW1sgSfomZmeHRQX0McSKpPs9M0D7NsBLEGZQiRcDd1AF1igVZNBMe5UTmVGrd0bFWFB6f8jzBosapVxnyLTdUTUFj6keHa71XFlTHtkCSP346sIYe/s200/saudade.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416298718553901730&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;É como a saudade que sinto de mim, quando&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço-me para lembrar de te.&lt;br /&gt;É como se faltasse algo que nunca tive.&lt;br /&gt;Confuso pra entender.&lt;br /&gt;Pra explicar teria de escrever livros.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez assim em algum deles, sem perceber &lt;br /&gt;Escrevesse detalhes teus.&lt;br /&gt;E então de uma vez entenda o que de fato sucedeu.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que explique o motivo de tanta saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Já me faz falta o que há por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro o dia em que o conheci.&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto saudade do fim. &lt;br /&gt;Digo bem alto que não penso nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o fim vier, terá acabado o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Terá morrido minha saudade. &lt;br /&gt;Terá morrido minha vontade de &lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de te e lembrar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Terá sido o fim da saudade que senti.&lt;br /&gt;E o fim da história que vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, terá sido o fim de tudo que havia em mim.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/4050037688318626130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/4050037688318626130' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4050037688318626130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4050037688318626130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2009/12/saudade_17.html' title='SAUDADE'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknRfpGS_mVH-UEMLrniBl4MMW1sgSfomZmeHRQX0McSKpPs9M0D7NsBLEGZQiRcDd1AF1igVZNBMe5UTmVGrd0bFWFB6f8jzBosapVxnyLTdUTUFj6keHa71XFlTHtkCSP346sIYe/s72-c/saudade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-1739490716809598209</id><published>2009-12-02T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:39:09.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Anjo</title><content type='html'>Meu anjo sem asas, sem áurea e possuidor de bondosa alma.&lt;br /&gt;Querido, bonito e possuidor de olhos lindos!&lt;br /&gt;Anjo abençoado, anjo amado.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que és um anjo raro.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, como hei de provar que é de fato o que penso?&lt;br /&gt;Se nem ao menos possui asas, pra soltar-te ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;Algum jeito tem de existir, algo que explique o te fez&lt;br /&gt;assim tão diferente de mim. Pra que eu possa ser igual a te.&lt;br /&gt;Ser um anjo lindo, e livre como passarinho, algo que me faça&lt;br /&gt;Voar do ninho, e sair pelo céu, olhando os humanos&lt;br /&gt;Desejando saber voar como tu, mal podem imaginar que   &lt;br /&gt;Um dia esse dia chegará.&lt;br /&gt;O dia de ser anjo e aprender a VOAR...&lt;br /&gt;Livres pelo ar, soltos para amar, aprendendo sobre o dom do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Os anjos sabem bem, como cuidar de alguém, existem até&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles chamados anjos da guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Pois guardam a alma, fazem a calma, de quem escolheu proteger,&lt;br /&gt;De quem foi escolhido pelo anjo bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegar o meu dia de o ser, quero ser como tu.&lt;br /&gt;Que me guarda até o amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;Tu que esteve ao meu lado, e está. Infelizmente não posso Ver.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto; A presença do anjo bonito.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/1739490716809598209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/1739490716809598209' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/1739490716809598209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/1739490716809598209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu-anjo.html' title='Meu Anjo'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-8600156323814459288</id><published>2009-11-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:07:07.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesso-te que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/SwwSmuESSYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/d1-XI8ZTrys/s1600/amor.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/SwwSmuESSYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/d1-XI8ZTrys/s200/amor.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407717708975458690&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que eu gostaria de te ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias, gostaria de te descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que poderia te ouvir por dias.&lt;br /&gt;E sei haveria dia em que contigo sonharia, &lt;br /&gt;E  por te acordaria.&lt;br /&gt;São tantos silêncios ao redor do que tenho de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Que há dias gostaria de te ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que por um dia; eu o eternizaria &lt;br /&gt;Em meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Em  silêncio eu te ouviria por uma vida. &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que essa vida, só durasse  UM DIA.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim viveria, CADA MOMENTO.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/8600156323814459288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/8600156323814459288' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/8600156323814459288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/8600156323814459288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2009/11/confesso-te-que.html' title='Confesso-te que...'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvHXHgYzxO4/SwwSmuESSYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/d1-XI8ZTrys/s72-c/amor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187685621397379691.post-4988324526908470310</id><published>2009-11-21T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:52:40.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piscar de olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me terás, enquanto minha vida durar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sei que ela se vai, com um breve piscar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas me terás, pois prometo te amar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melhor é o amor, que o vinho, e mais belo é&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;do que o luar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Melissa Prardo&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/feeds/4988324526908470310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4187685621397379691/4988324526908470310' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4988324526908470310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187685621397379691/posts/default/4988324526908470310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaprardo.blogspot.com/2009/10/piscar-de-olhos.html' title='Piscar de olhos'/><author><name>Melissa Prardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06450307975323058527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherw-aUjO_yEORzlTnMNXtS_g5QBAnUvITurlZbwVPmaqf9rOSJoLBB_fWI8tAq3KXrZMehkQUPu-sakytSsHpX3l-VFnCdEI-RnFPTZAtR65K2ACU1A7jNVZryoxwI1c/s113/20200612_160151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>