<?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: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-1574780857270766212</id><updated>2011-12-04T15:36:03.944-03:00</updated><category term='Laura Pausini'/><category term='Aniversário'/><category term='leona lewis'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Viver'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Damien Rice'/><category term='James Blunt'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='Marisa Monte'/><title type='text'>:::Only Hope:::</title><subtitle type='html'>Eterna aprendiz, das escolhas que fiz...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-1144905624882659552</id><published>2011-11-09T22:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:01:56.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Make You Feel My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Fazer Você Sentir Meu Amor&lt;/h3&gt;
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Adele &lt;/h3&gt;
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Quando a chuva&lt;/div&gt;
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Está soprando no seu rosto&lt;/div&gt;
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E o mundo todo&lt;/div&gt;
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Depende de você&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu poderia te oferecer&lt;/div&gt;
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Um abraço caloroso&lt;/div&gt;
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Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando as sombras da noite&lt;/div&gt;
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E as estrelas aparecerem&lt;/div&gt;
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E não houver ninguém lá&lt;/div&gt;
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Para secar suas lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu poderia segurar você&lt;/div&gt;
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Por um milhão de anos&lt;/div&gt;
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Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sei que você&lt;/div&gt;
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Não se&lt;/div&gt;
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Decidiu ainda&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas eu nunca&lt;/div&gt;
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Te faria nada de errado&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu já sei que&lt;/div&gt;
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Desde o momento&lt;/div&gt;
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Que nos conhecemos&lt;/div&gt;
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Não há dúvida na minha mente&lt;/div&gt;
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De onde você pertence&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu passaria fome&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu ficaria triste e deprimida&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu iria me arrastando&lt;/div&gt;
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Avenida a baixo&lt;/div&gt;
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Não, não há nada&lt;/div&gt;
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Que eu não faria&lt;/div&gt;
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Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;
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As tempestades estão violentas&lt;/div&gt;
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Sobre o mar revolto&lt;/div&gt;
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E sobre o caminho do arrependimento&lt;/div&gt;
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Embora ventos de mudança&lt;/div&gt;
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Estejam trazendo entusiasmo e liberdade&lt;/div&gt;
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Você ainda não viu nada&lt;/div&gt;
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Como eu&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu poderia fazer você feliz&lt;/div&gt;
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Fazer os seus sonhos se tornarem reais&lt;/div&gt;
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Nada que eu não faria&lt;/div&gt;
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Vou ao fim&lt;/div&gt;
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Da Terra por você&lt;/div&gt;
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Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tudo Diferente&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/maria-gadu/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Maria Gadú&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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Todos caminhos trilham pra a gente se ver&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as trilhas caminham pra gente se achar, viu&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ligo no sentido de meia verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Metade inteira chora de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A qualquer distância o outro te alcança&lt;br /&gt;
Erudito som de batidão&lt;br /&gt;
Dia e noite céu de pé no chão&lt;br /&gt;
O detalhe que o coração atenta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Todos caminhos trilham pra a gente se ver&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as trilhas caminham pra gente se achar, né&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ligo no sentido de meia verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Metade inteira chora de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A qualquer distância o outro te alcança&lt;br /&gt;
Erudito som de batidão&lt;br /&gt;
Dia e noite céu de pé no chão&lt;br /&gt;
O detalhe que o coração atenta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Todos caminhos trilham pra a gente se ver&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as trilhas caminham pra gente se achar, né&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ligo no sentido de meia verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Metade inteira chora de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A qualquer distância o outro te alcança&lt;br /&gt;
Erudito som de batidão&lt;br /&gt;
Dia e noite céu de pé no chão&lt;br /&gt;
O detalhe que o coração atenta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você passa, eu paro&lt;br /&gt;
Você faz, eu falo&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a gente no quarto sente o gosto bom que o oposto tem&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei, mas sinto, uma força que embala tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Falo por ouvir o mundo, tudo diferente de um jeito bate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Todos caminhos trilham pra a gente se ver&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as trilhas caminham pra gente se achar, viu&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ligo no sentido de meia verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Metade inteira chora de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Hoje é o meu aniversário! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vim aqui para mostrar, &lt;strike&gt;na verdade exibir&lt;/strike&gt;, o presente maravilhoso que eu ganhei hoje bem cedinho, cercados por beijinhos e mimos dignos de um aniversário radiante.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A Coleção de Jane Austen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nossa, esta coleção eu queria a algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTFDeaqhW8g/TnDCTi3TITI/AAAAAAAAA94/V-G28xrQ3wA/s1600/Caixa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTFDeaqhW8g/TnDCTi3TITI/AAAAAAAAA94/V-G28xrQ3wA/s200/Caixa.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;Orgulho e Preconceito&lt;br /&gt;  - Persuasão&lt;br /&gt;  - Emma&lt;br /&gt;  - Razão e Sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;  - A Abadia de Northanger&lt;br /&gt;  - Mansfield Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Deu pra perceber que entre varios presentes que estou ganhando no dia de hoje, este foi sem dúvida o mais desejado, uma vez que sou apaixonada por uma boa leitura.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Muitas vezes perdemos a possibilidade de felicidade de 
tanto nos prepararmos para recebê-la. Por que então não agarrá-la toda 
de uma vez?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/jane_austen/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca disse que iria ser&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa certa pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou eu quem te adora &lt;br /&gt;Se fico um tempo sem te procurar&lt;br /&gt;É pra saudade nos aproximar&lt;br /&gt;E eu já não vejo a hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo esconder&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado, eu quero ter você&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu não sei jogar &lt;br /&gt;Não é meu dom representar&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra disfarçar &lt;br /&gt;Eu tento aparentar frieza mas não dá&lt;br /&gt;É como uma represa pronta pra jorrar&lt;br /&gt;Querendo iluminar&lt;br /&gt;A estrada, a casa, o quarto onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra ocultar&lt;br /&gt;Algo preso quer sair do meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar montanhas e te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o seu olhar &lt;br /&gt;Te fazer me enxergar e se enxergar em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Agora que você parece não ligar&lt;br /&gt;Que já não pensa e já não quer pensar&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que não sente nada&lt;br /&gt;Estou lembrando menos de você&lt;br /&gt;Falta pouco pra me convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que sou a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo esconder&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado, eu quero ter você&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu não sei jogar &lt;br /&gt;Não é meu dom representar&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra disfarçar &lt;br /&gt;Eu tento aparentar frieza mas não dá&lt;br /&gt;É como uma represa pronta pra jorrar&lt;br /&gt;Querendo iluminar&lt;br /&gt;A estrada, a casa, o quarto onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra ocultar&lt;br /&gt;Algo preso quer sair do meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar montanhas e te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o seu olhar &lt;br /&gt;Te fazer me enxergar e se enxergar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br class="clean" /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E, finalmente, a pior das deficiências é ser miserável, pois:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Segue algumas frases que falam a respeito desta tão desejada felicidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;E felicidade é exatamente o que estou sentindo neste momento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;OBRIGADA SENHOR, POR TUDO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nosso cérebro é o melhor brinquedo já criado: nele se encontram todos os segredos, inclusive o da felicidade." (Charles Chaplin)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A melhor maneira de ser feliz é contribuir para a felicidade dos outros." (Confúcio)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Não é a força, mas a constância dos bons sentimentos que conduz os homens à felicidade." (Friedrich Nietzsche)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ninguém tem a felicidade garantida. A vida simplesmente dá a cada pessoa tempo e espaço. Depende de você enchê-los de alegria." (S. Brown)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"És precária e veloz, felicidade. Custas a vir, e, quando vens, não te demoras. Foste tu que ensinaste aos homens que havia tempo, e, para te medir, se inventaram as horas." (Cecília Meireles)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aprendemos que é possível ser feliz simplesmente pelo fato de estarmos vivendo." (Wilheim Schürmann)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A felicidade é a única coisa que podemos dar sem possuir." (Voltaire)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Onde estás, felicidade ?... Em tudo quanto, acabado, me faz dizer:  'Foi bom, mas tão bom que nem senti o tempo passar." (Alfredo Bosi)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A meta da existência é encontrar felicidade, o  que significa encontrar interesse." (Alexandre Sutherland Neill)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Somos muito mais infelizes na infelicidade do que felizes na felicidade." (Armand Salacrou)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A infelicidade pura e completa é tão impossível quanto a pura e completa alegria." (Tolstoi)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quase sempre a maior ou menor felicidade depende do grau da decisão de ser feliz." (Abraham Lincoln)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Creio que Deus nos colocou nesta vida para sermos felizes." (Baden Powell)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A felicidade não depende do que nos falta, mas do bom uso que fazemos do que temos." (Thomas Hardy)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Felicidade é uma boa saúde e uma má memória." (Ingrid Bergman)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A felicidade é um bem que se multiplica ao ser dividido." (Marxwell Maltz)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2399219478750037594?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2399219478750037594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2399219478750037594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2399219478750037594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2399219478750037594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2011/06/feliz-feliz-feliz.html' title='FELIZ, FELIZ, FELIZ!!!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W48SUxzvUFg/TfvnjiZQHiI/AAAAAAAAA84/W_H634WF57w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5462387354916296392</id><published>2011-06-14T22:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:24:28.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu evaporo, e caio em forma de chuva.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;Sensações&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/paula-fernandes/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Paula Fernandes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;Eu me perdi, perdi você&lt;br /&gt;
Perdi a voz, o seu querer&lt;br /&gt;
Agora sou somente um,&lt;br /&gt;
Longe de nós, um ser comum&lt;br /&gt;
Agora eu sou um vento só, a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;
Eu virei pó, fotografia, sou lembrança do passado&lt;br /&gt;
Agora sou a prova viva de que nada nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;
É pra sempre até que prove o contrário&lt;br /&gt;
Estar assim, sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;
Um turbilhão de sensações dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu amanheço, eu estremeço, eu enlouqueço&lt;br /&gt;
Eu te cavalgado em baixo do cair da chuva,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu reconheço&lt;br /&gt;
Estar assim, sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;
Um turbilhão de sensações dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me aqueço, eu endureço, eu me derreto, eu evaporo&lt;br /&gt;
E caio em forma de chuva, eu reconheço&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me transformo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5462387354916296392?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5462387354916296392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5462387354916296392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5462387354916296392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5462387354916296392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2011/06/sensacoes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-BWit9kFJUQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-2622065603066642335</id><published>2011-06-11T16:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:24:46.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eduardo e Mônica / Feliz dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Homenagem mais que merecida ao nosso querido poeta, compositor e cantor Renato Russo, que foi embora cedo demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;A história de amor mais cantada do Brasil, esta fazendo 25 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Uma linda homenangem também ao dia dos namorados, por que mesmo quando as coisas tem tudo pra dar errado, ainda assim pode dar certo, como Eduardo e Mônica, que podiam ser diferentes, mas o amor é maior que tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Parabéns a todos idealizadores da Vivo por este belíssimo trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Tenho certeza que todos irão gostar, eu adorei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gJkThB_pxpw" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2622065603066642335?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2622065603066642335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2622065603066642335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2622065603066642335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2622065603066642335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2011/06/eduardo-e-monica-feliz-dia-dos.html' title='Eduardo e Mônica / Feliz dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gJkThB_pxpw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-3011947523225615683</id><published>2011-06-10T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:31:29.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô dodói!</title><content type='html'>Estou dodói, mais uma vez, com todos aqueles sintomas que para os médicos não passa de " Uma virose", pra variar é o que todos dizem.&amp;nbsp; E aqui estou eu, assistindo toda programação da Sky, de molho, minha companhia é a tv, já que a dor de cabeça não me deixa ler.&lt;br /&gt;
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Graças a Deus não é nada demais além do desconforto de uma gripe "Daquelas". &lt;br /&gt;
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Bem... Espero melhorar logo logo!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Beijos &lt;br /&gt;
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Iêda Araújo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-3011947523225615683?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/3011947523225615683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=3011947523225615683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3011947523225615683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3011947523225615683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-dodoi.html' title='Tô dodói!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMDkXkEuyxc/TfLAHGPG7SI/AAAAAAAAA8U/5wO3EUgTMBI/s72-c/doente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5979174946037973655</id><published>2011-06-08T21:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:21:14.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trair é a pior coisa do mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2XGyBKRGGA/TfAXPNZX8RI/AAAAAAAAA8E/GKfM4EiJrlw/s1600/casal_triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2XGyBKRGGA/TfAXPNZX8RI/AAAAAAAAA8E/GKfM4EiJrlw/s1600/casal_triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hora de refletir...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesse texto incrível do Ivan Martins, colunista da ÉPOCA. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É muito interessante, vale a pena ler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trair é a pior coisa do mundo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não, mas muita gente age como se fosse&lt;br /&gt;
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Jornalistas recebem livros pelo correio. Você está no computador,  escrevendo, e alguém põe sobre a sua mesa um pacotinho mandado por uma  editora. Semana passada eu recebi um livro de capa verde da Suma, uma  marca da editora Objetiva, e dei uma olhada para ver do que se tratava.  Gostei do assunto o suficiente para levar para casa e começar a leitura,  levemente espantado com o conteúdo. O livro, assinado pela terapeuta  familiar e conselheira matrimonial americana Holly Shumas, é um relato  em primeira pessoa, extremamente minucioso, de um caso de adultério.  Chama-se O amor e outras catástrofes da natureza. &lt;br /&gt;
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A história é  simples: grávida de oito meses, a narradora descobre que seu marido está  “emocionalmente envolvido” com outra mulher. Ele havia transado com uma  colega de trabalho, se arrependera, mas ainda assim, passara a trocar  emails e ter conversas íntimas com a moça. Há mais de um ano. Sua mulher  descobriu quando “a outra” ligou no dia de Ação de Graças, uma data que  para os americanos equivale ao Natal para nós, sagrada para as  famílias. &lt;br /&gt;
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A autora constrói tão bem a cena da descoberta – o  marido cochichando ao telefone, no quarto, enquanto o resto da família  comia – que uma colega da redação a quem emprestei o livro não aguentou.  “Parei de ler ali mesmo. Fiquei mal”, ela me disse. “Imagine, estar  grávida de oito meses e descobrir uma coisa dessas.” &lt;br /&gt;
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Para não  estragar o prazer dos possíveis leitores do livro, conto apenas que o  relato segue todas as indignidades corriqueiras nessas situações –  violação de email do marido, as patéticas mentiras do sujeito que tenta  negar o inegável – e avança em uma discussão que parece mais importante  para as mulheres do que para os homens: a diferença entre traição física  e traição emocional. Shumas, baseada em sua experiência de consultório,  sugere que menos importante do que o marido ter tido sexo eventual num  seminário de trabalho foi o fato dele manter uma relação paralela,  íntima e de longa duração com uma estranha – envolvendo troca de emails,  telefonemas, desabafos, confissões... &lt;br /&gt;
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Essa distinção entre  físico e emocional me fez lembrar de uma conversa que tive faz alguns  anos, depois de uma separação. Magoado, e querendo me magoar ainda mais,  perguntei a ex se ela estava transando com alguém. “Transar?”, ela  respondeu. “Estou indo ao cinema de mãos dadas!”. Essa resposta ilustra  como o que é importante para os homens pode ser quase irrelevante para  as mulheres. E sugere que elas, quando querem, são capazes de proteger a  própria liberdade com porradas. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ao ler o livro de Shumas, tive  vontade de escrever sobre traições. Mas não como ela faz. Por melhores  que sejam as suas qualificações profissionais e suas intenções, ela  repete aquilo que a gente já sabe: ser enganado dói de um jeito  indescritível, quem engana não é necessariamente um monstro imoral, as  consequências da nossa revolta podem ser dezenas de vezes piores do que o  ato em si.&lt;br /&gt;
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Até onde eu percebi, Shumas não discute o assunto  como eu acho que deveria. Ela navega nas emoções da mulher traída e  constrói seu livro a partir delas. As emoções, claro, são importantes  demais nesse assunto, mas há mais do que elas. Há uma ética que poucas  vezes é discutida. Não só a ética dos votos de fidelidade rompidos, mas a  ética geral, que deveria colocar esses dramas íntimos em sua devida  proporção, e não o faz. &lt;br /&gt;
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Traídos, nos sentimos no direito de  fazer coisas que não faríamos em qualquer outra situação, em nenhuma  outra circunstância. Desmembrar nossa família, por exemplo. Acabar com  uma relação estável e amorosa de anos. Jogar nossos filhos contra o pai  ou a mãe deles, fazendo um mal danado às crianças. É como se um ato de  traição abolisse tudo de bom que foi feito antes pelo traidor e  permitisse tudo que se virá a fazer contra ele no futuro. Parece às  vezes que não há nada pior no mundo. &lt;br /&gt;
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Eu me arrisco a dizer que  muitos homens e mulheres que ficariam firmes ao lado de seus parceiros  num crime de sangue não tolerariam dele (ou dela) uma traição. Isso  significa, em termos morais, que as pessoas são capazes de dormir com um  assassino (ou com um ladrão, ou com um corrupto, ou com um agressor),  mas não com alguém que fez sexo (ou dividiu sua atenção e seu carinho)  com outra pessoa. É isso? Se for, me parece que a nossa escala de  valores está quebrada. &lt;br /&gt;
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No livro de Shumas, assim como na vida, o  álibi para toda a comoção em torno da traição é a mentira, a quebra de  confiança: eu não conheço a pessoa que vive comigo! Era tudo uma  mentira! Não, não era. Qualquer adulto sabe que as pessoas são capazes  de amar e se sentir atraídas por outras pessoas ao mesmo tempo. Se elas  cederão a isso ou não, é uma questão de circunstâncias e valores, delas e  da sociedade. Mas não cabe falar em “falta de amor”. Amor e traição  convivem há milênios. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFgkt0moDYs/TfAefqHpJSI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/hIM-OpHp5gA/s1600/casal-triste-na-cama-9155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFgkt0moDYs/TfAefqHpJSI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/hIM-OpHp5gA/s320/casal-triste-na-cama-9155.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qualquer adulto, e neste caso qualquer  criança, também sabe que as pessoas podem mentir sobre alguma coisa  específica sem que isso implique em mentir sobre tudo o mais. Sim, eu  não estava jantando com um amigo na terça-feira. Não, isso não quer  dizer que eu nunca fui jantar com amigos quando disse que estava fazendo  isso. As pessoas mentem ocasionalmente, mas uma traição não transforma o  mundo, repentinamente, num oceano de mentiras. Todo mundo já contou uma  mentira no trabalho ou em casa, mas isso não faz de todos nós pessoas  inconfiáveis. O que há nas mentiras que envolvem o relacionamento que as  tornam tão particularmente abomináveis? Eu não sei. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mas eu sei –  ou acho que sei - que ninguém sabe toda a verdade sobre o outro, por  mais próximo que esteja dele ou dela. E sei que esse mistério é uma das  grandes dádivas da existência. Ele garante, sem artifícios e sem jogos, o  nosso interesse permanente pelo outro. Ninguém é devassável. Ninguém é  realmente previsível. Ninguém pode ser controlado. Quem não aceitar  esses fatos na sua magnitude e no seu significado simples e profundo vai  ter uma vida difícil. Pode se sentir enganado o tempo todo. &lt;br /&gt;
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Minha  impressão, resumindo, é que a gente lida com a traição de forma  infantil. Queremos os outros só para nós, como as crianças querem só  para elas os brinquedos ou a atenção dos adultos que amam. Elas não  sabem que isso é impossível, mas nós deveríamos saber. Mas não.  Resistimos a admitir emocionalmente que a pessoas que a gente ama têm  outras dimensões além daquelas que nos dizem respeito. Outras relações.  Eve, a personagem do livro de Shumas, enlouquece ao notar que o marido  discutia com “a outra” intimidades que não discutia com ela. Aí está:  queremos o monopólio da atenção do outro. Sabemos que ela ou ela  trabalha, que tem amigos, que conversa e troca ideias e sentimentos com  outros. Mas não podemos ver essas coisas escritas num email. Nem podemos  escutar uma conversa íntima do nosso parceiro que não nos envolva.  Somos crianças? Talvez. &lt;br /&gt;
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Na semana que vem eu volto a esse assunto, para ponderar que, às vezes, trair é inevitável e pode salvar relações importantes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Até. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ivan Martins&lt;br /&gt;
Reprodução&lt;br /&gt;
IVAN MARTINS&lt;br /&gt;
É editor-executivo da ÉPOCA&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Bem, se é a pior coisa do mundo eu não sei, o que sei é que só sabemos quando acontece com a gente, por este motivo não julgo. E se(quando) acontecer, apelar para que sejamos sábios o bastante para enfrentar da melhor maneira possível. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5979174946037973655?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5979174946037973655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5979174946037973655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5979174946037973655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5979174946037973655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2011/06/trair-e-pior-coisa-do-mundo.html' title='Trair é a pior coisa do mundo?'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2XGyBKRGGA/TfAXPNZX8RI/AAAAAAAAA8E/GKfM4EiJrlw/s72-c/casal_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-2549214606850341186</id><published>2011-05-14T16:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:10:41.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRA VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Eu quero ser sua paz,&amp;nbsp; a melodia capaz&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ser pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A alegria de uma chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clarão trazendo o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Iluminando a sacada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ser pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A confiança, o que te faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te faz sonhar todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabendo que pode mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ser ao teu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Encontro inesperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O arrepio de um beijo bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ser sua paz a melodia capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De fazer você dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ser pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lua iluminando o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero acordar todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra te fazer todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ser pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Braços abertos a te envolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a cada novo sorriso teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Serei feliz por amar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu vivo pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu canto pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2549214606850341186?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2549214606850341186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2549214606850341186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2549214606850341186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2549214606850341186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2011/05/pra-voce.html' title='PRA VOCÊ'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wn-7jpGEa9U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-8811063770568147730</id><published>2011-05-14T15:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:10:15.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A nossa história não Termina agora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Das horas lindas que passamos juntos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;Quando a Chuva Passar&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/paula-fernandes/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Paula Fernandes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pra que falar?&lt;br /&gt;
Se você não quer me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Fugir agora não resolve nada...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;
Se você quiser partir&lt;br /&gt;
Às vezes a distância ajuda&lt;br /&gt;
E essa tempestade&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia vai acabar...&lt;br /&gt;
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Só quero te lembrar&lt;br /&gt;
De quando a gente&lt;br /&gt;
Andava nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;
Nas horas lindas&lt;br /&gt;
Que passamos juntos...&lt;br /&gt;
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A gente só queria amar e amar&lt;br /&gt;
E hoje eu tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;
A nossa história não&lt;br /&gt;
Termina agora&lt;br /&gt;
E essa tempestade&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia vai acabar...&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;
Quando o tempo abrir&lt;br /&gt;
Abra a janela&lt;br /&gt;
E veja: Eu sou o Sol...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou céu e mar&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou seu e fim&lt;br /&gt;
E o meu amor é imensidão...&lt;br /&gt;
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Só quero te lembrar&lt;br /&gt;
De quando a gente&lt;br /&gt;
Andava nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;
Nas horas lindas&lt;br /&gt;
Que passamos juntos...&lt;br /&gt;
A gente só queria amar e amar&lt;br /&gt;
E hoje eu tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;
A nossa história&lt;br /&gt;
Não termina agora&lt;br /&gt;
Pois essa tempestade&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia vai acabar...&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;
Quando o tempo abrir&lt;br /&gt;
Abra a janela&lt;br /&gt;
E veja: Eu sou o Sol...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou céu e mar&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou seu e fim&lt;br /&gt;
E o meu amor é imensidão...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-8811063770568147730?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/8811063770568147730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=8811063770568147730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8811063770568147730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8811063770568147730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2011/05/nossa-historia-nao-termina-agora.html' title='A nossa história não Termina agora.'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dlzvBpUSo0M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-7781551671565129160</id><published>2010-12-04T01:18:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:07:16.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS QUE A MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vi todo o amor que em mim ainda não passou&lt;br /&gt;
Eu já não sei bem aonde vou&lt;br /&gt;
Mas agora eu vou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;Mais Que A Mim&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ouvi dizer que você tá bem&lt;br /&gt;
que já tem um outro alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Encontrei moedas pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não vi ninguém pra me abraçar&lt;br /&gt;
me dar a mão&lt;br /&gt;
Eu chorei sem disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;
Quando vi seu carro passar&lt;br /&gt;
Vi todo o amor que em mim ainda não passou&lt;br /&gt;
Eu já não sei bem aonde vou&lt;br /&gt;
Mas agora eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;
Tentei falar mas você não soube ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Tente admitir!&lt;br /&gt;
Tentei voltar e pude ver o quanto errei&lt;br /&gt;
Te amei mais que a mim, bem mais que a mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvi dizer que você tá bem&lt;br /&gt;
que já tem um outro alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Encontrei moedas pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não vi ninguém pra me abraçar&lt;br /&gt;
me dar a mão&lt;br /&gt;
Eu chorei sem disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;
quando vi seu carro passar&lt;br /&gt;
Vi todo o amor que em mim ainda não passou&lt;br /&gt;
Eu já não sei bem aonde vou&lt;br /&gt;
Mas agora eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;
Tentei falar mas você não soube ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Tente admitir!&lt;br /&gt;
Tentei voltar e pude ver o quanto errei&lt;br /&gt;
Te amei mais que a mim, bem mais que a mim.&lt;br /&gt;
É, mais que a mim.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/maria-gadu/" id="identificador_artista" style="color: blue;"&gt;Maria Gadú&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; e Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-7781551671565129160?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/7781551671565129160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=7781551671565129160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7781551671565129160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7781551671565129160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/12/mais-que-mim.html' title='MAIS QUE A MIM'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-6617847603112633091</id><published>2010-11-06T15:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:59:20.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha casa,  é onde você estiver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Não há como negar, não existe tempo que mude isso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu estou aqui pra ficar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Casinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love this place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it's haunted without you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My tired heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is beating so slow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our hearts sing less&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Than we wanted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We wanted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our hearts sing 'cause&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We do not know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we do not know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Eu amo esse lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Mas ele é assombrado sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Meu cansado coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Está batendo tão devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nossos corações cantam menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Do que nós queríamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nós queríamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nossos corações cantam porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nós não sabemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nós não sabemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;To light the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;To help us grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;To help us grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;It is not said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I always know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Para iluminar a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Para nos ajudar a crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Para nos ajudar a crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Isso não é dito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Eu sempre soube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You can catch me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't you run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't you run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;If you live another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;In this happy little house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The fire's here to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Você pode me pegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Você não corre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Você não corre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Se você viver um outro dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Nessa casinha feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;O fogo está aqui pra ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;To light the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;To help us grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;To help us grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;It is not said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I always know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Para iluminar a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Para nos ajudar a crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Para nos ajudar a crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Isso não é dito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Eu sempre soube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Please don't make a fuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;It won't go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The wonder of it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The wonder that I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Por favor não se exalte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Isso não vai embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;A maravilha de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;A maravilha que eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Eu estou aqui pra ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Eu estou aqui pra ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Stay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Ficar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/amanda-seyfried/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Amanda Seyfried&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-6617847603112633091?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/6617847603112633091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=6617847603112633091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6617847603112633091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6617847603112633091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/11/minha-casa-e-onde-voce-estiver.html' title='Minha casa,  é onde você estiver!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-2305270697462129765</id><published>2010-09-12T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:50:44.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Espero ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai sim, vai ser sempre assim,&lt;br /&gt;
Um pra cada lado, como você quis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Vai sim, vai ser sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;
A sua falta vai me incomodar,&lt;br /&gt;
E quando eu não agüentar mais&lt;br /&gt;
Vou chorar baixinho, pra ninguém ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;
Vai sim, vai ser sempre assim,&lt;br /&gt;
Um pra cada lado, como você quis&lt;br /&gt;
E eu vou me acostumar,&lt;br /&gt;
Quem sabe até gostar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo que eu tenha que mudar&lt;br /&gt;
Móveis e lembranças do lugar,&lt;br /&gt;
O meu olhar ainda vê o seu&lt;br /&gt;
Me devorando bem devagar.&lt;br /&gt;
Vem, que eu ainda quero, vem.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando menos espero a saudade vem&lt;br /&gt;
E me dá essa vontade, vem&lt;br /&gt;
Que eu ainda sinto frio&lt;br /&gt;
Sem você é tudo tão vazio&lt;br /&gt;
Vem me dar essa vontade,&lt;br /&gt;
Vem que esse amor ainda é meu.&lt;br /&gt;
Troco todos os meus planos por um beijo seu&lt;br /&gt;
E essa noite pode terminar bem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu Espero - Luiza Possi&lt;br /&gt;
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Iêda Araújo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2305270697462129765?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2305270697462129765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2305270697462129765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2305270697462129765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2305270697462129765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-espero.html' title='Eu Espero ...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-9209157443451251781</id><published>2010-05-02T21:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:02:42.615-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leona lewis'/><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S94ZFZLhPUI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/cWDBcFaOe1o/s1600/mulher+Caminho67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S94ZFZLhPUI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/cWDBcFaOe1o/s400/mulher+Caminho67.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que nossa historia de vida depende única e exclusivamente de nossas escolhas?Ou estamos ligados a um destino inevitável e previamente decidido por algo maior?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Na verdade não sei por que ainda me faço esse tipo de pergunta, se eu já estou cansada de saber a resposta ou pelo menos a resposta que eu julgo ser a certa pra mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não acredito&amp;nbsp;em um&amp;nbsp;destino inevitável, aquele que muita gente fala que “já está escrito” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabe aquele do filme ”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zijNT7t11N0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escrito nas Estrelas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;”? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não, definitivamente não acredito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Se fosse assim onde estaria nosso livre arbítrio?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;O que eu sei é que nem tudo é como imaginamos, às vezes sonhamos com algo a vida inteira, daí num dia de impaciência, indecisão, desespero ou rebeldia, jogamos tudo para o alto, por que neste momento você acredita que é o melhor a fazer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mas daqui a algum tempo, você acorda e ver que tudo que você tinha sonhado, hoje não passa de um filme que ficará em cartaz na sua memória por tempo indeterminado. Por que você fez escolhas e suas escolhas trazem conseqüências.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas na verdade o que todos estamos correndo atrás, errando ou acertando, é&amp;nbsp;a tão desejada alegria!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alegria de viver, alegria em cada escolha que foi feita, alegria no dia-dia que você mesmo preparou pra você, por livre e espontânea vontade ou não.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E mesmo que tudo isso te traga a melancolia de que tudo poderia ser diferente, conforme-se! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E tente ser feliz com as escolhas que hoje cercam sua vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com certeza encontrará felicidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Suas escolhas são responsabilidades suas, tente ser feliz com elas!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iêda Araújo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguém uma vez me disse: "você tem que escolher,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você ganha ou perde,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você não pode ter tudo".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não se arrisque,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você poderá sentir dor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não ame em vão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque o amor não vai te libertar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não posso ficar de lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E assistir a vida passar por mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tão infeliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas, segura de como estou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se isto me machucar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se eu desmoronar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se o mundo apenas me jogar para fora,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus pés sairiam do chão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu tenho que encontrar meu lugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu quero ouvir meu som&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me importo com toda a dor em frente de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só estou tentando ser feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só quero ser feliz, yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Segurando firme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apenas não posso deixar partir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou só tentando desempenhar meu papel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desaparecendo devagar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas todos esses dias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parecem ser iguais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só com rostos diferentes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lugares diferentes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tire-me daqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não posso ficar de lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E assistir a vida passar por mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passar por mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se isto me machucar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se eu desmoronar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se o mundo apenas me jogar para fora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus pés sairiam do chão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu tenho que encontrar meu lugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu quero ouvir meu som&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me importo com toda a dor em frente de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só estou tentando ser feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em tantas voltas que não posso ver,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou incluindo estranhos nessa estrada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não digo vitima&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não digo nada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se isto me machucar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se eu desmoronar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então se o mundo apenas me jogar para fora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus pés sairiam do chão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu tenho que encontrar meu lugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu quero ouvir meu som&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me importo com toda a dor em frente de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só estou tentando ser feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só quero ser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só quero ser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Leona Lewis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-9209157443451251781?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/9209157443451251781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=9209157443451251781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/9209157443451251781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/9209157443451251781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S94ZFZLhPUI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/cWDBcFaOe1o/s72-c/mulher+Caminho67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-3973989506327047010</id><published>2010-03-23T20:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:20:53.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A voz do Silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S6lKNDV4FlI/AAAAAAAAA6A/reAqXNnHYl8/s1600-h/silencio2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S6lKNDV4FlI/AAAAAAAAA6A/reAqXNnHYl8/s400/silencio2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;A Voz Do Silêncio - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Pior do que a voz que cala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; é um silêncio que fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Simples, rápido! E quanta força!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Imediatamente me veio à cabeça situações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; em que o silêncio me disse verdades terríveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; pois você sabe, o silêncio não é dado a amenidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Um telefone mudo. Um e-mail que não chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Um encontro onde nenhum dos dois abre a boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Silêncios que falam sobre desinteresse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; esquecimento, recusas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Quantas coisas são ditas na quietude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; depois de uma discussão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; O perdão não vem, nem um beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; nem uma gargalhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; para acabar com o clima de tensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Só ele permanece imutável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; o silêncio, a ante-sala do fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; É mil vezes preferível uma voz que diga coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; que a gente não quer ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; pois ao menos as palavras que são ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; indicam uma tentativa de entendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Cordas vocais em funcionamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; articulam argumentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; expõem suas queixas, jogam limpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Já o silêncio arquiteta planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; que não são compartilhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Quando nada é dito, nada fica combinado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Quantas vezes, numa discussão histérica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; ouvimos um dos dois gritar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; "Diz alguma coisa, mas não fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; aí parado me olhando!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; É o silêncio de um, mandando más notícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; para o desespero do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; É claro que há muitas situações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; em que o silêncio é bem-vindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Para um cara que trabalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; com uma britadeira na rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; o silêncio é um bálsamo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Para a professora de uma creche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; o silêncio é um presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Para os seguranças de um show de rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; o silêncio é um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; Mesmo no amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; quando a relação é sólida e madura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; o silêncio a dois não incomoda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; pois é o silêncio da paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; O único silêncio que perturba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; é aquele que fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; E fala alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; É quando ninguém bate à nossa porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; não há emails na caixa de entrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; não há recados na secretária eletrônica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #274e13;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; e mesmo assim, você entende a mensagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Medeiros"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Marta  Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S6lKQPKUwaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Cw-3C4c2z60/s1600-h/silencio3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S6lKQPKUwaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Cw-3C4c2z60/s320/silencio3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sim... O silêncio diz muitas coisas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-3973989506327047010?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/3973989506327047010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=3973989506327047010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3973989506327047010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3973989506327047010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/03/voz-do-silencio.html' title='A voz do Silêncio...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S6lKNDV4FlI/AAAAAAAAA6A/reAqXNnHYl8/s72-c/silencio2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-8422364245500269695</id><published>2010-02-22T17:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:33:46.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Segundo sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... Mas você pode ter certeza, que seu telefone irá tocar(...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tem explicação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explicação, não tem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explicação, não tem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tem!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...Você só me ensinou a te querer, e te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você Não Me Ensinou A Te Esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não vejo mais você faz  tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Que vontade que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;
De olhar em seus olhos, ganhar seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;
É verdade, eu não minto&lt;br /&gt;
E nesse desespero em que me vejo&lt;br /&gt;
Já cheguei a tal ponto&lt;br /&gt;
De me trocar diversas vezes por você&lt;br /&gt;
Só pra ver se te encontro&lt;br /&gt;
Você bem que podia perdoar&lt;br /&gt;
E só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;br /&gt;
Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais perdê-la&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;
Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;
E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
Vou me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;
Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;
Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br /&gt;
Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br /&gt;
E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;
Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;
e te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
E nesse desepero em que me vejo&lt;br /&gt;
já cheguei a tal ponto&lt;br /&gt;
de me trocar diversas vezes por você&lt;br /&gt;
só pra ver se te encontro&lt;br /&gt;
Você bem que podia perdoar&lt;br /&gt;
E só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;br /&gt;
Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais perdê-la&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;
Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;
E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
Vou me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;
Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;
Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br /&gt;
Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br /&gt;
E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;
Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;
e te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
Vou me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;
Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;
Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br /&gt;
Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br /&gt;
E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;
Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;
E te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-7859597886358908663?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/7859597886358908663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=7859597886358908663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7859597886358908663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7859597886358908663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-nao-me-ensinou-te-esquecer.html' title='Você Não Me Ensinou A Te Esquecer ...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S4CHc9JYbJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/o8oXWd2_bhs/s72-c/3269246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5183573444871605405</id><published>2010-01-30T10:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:55:19.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre eu e você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre você e eu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S2Q586cJGzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HQLC7QByGcY/s1600-h/casal-maos-dadas-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S2Q586cJGzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HQLC7QByGcY/s320/casal-maos-dadas-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Entre você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;A todos sejam fato notório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Que no cruzar de nossos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Um sentimento nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Diga-me que sentimento é esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Pois agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Seja na noite mais fria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Nos momentos de maior agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Nos devaneios de outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Na dor, na tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Na penumbra mais temerosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Quando estiver sozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Ou chorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Existe alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Além de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Velando pelos sonhos seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Orando pela sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Preocupado com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Entre você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Existe um compromisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;O que tem de mais nisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Senão uma prova de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Vou te esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Pois com você fiz uma aliança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Não daquelas de se colocar no dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Pois trata-se de um segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Firmando no coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Fonte: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt-br.wordpress.com/tag/poemas/"&gt;Poemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5183573444871605405?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5183573444871605405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5183573444871605405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5183573444871605405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5183573444871605405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/01/entre-eu-e-voce.html' title='Entre eu e você...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S2Q586cJGzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HQLC7QByGcY/s72-c/casal-maos-dadas-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5367232514294228832</id><published>2010-01-27T17:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:28:15.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom, ruim, assim assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S2CgOuLrWGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/E0ozouuP7jQ/s1600-h/3289383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S2CgOuLrWGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/E0ozouuP7jQ/s400/3289383.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;É muito bom esse texto de Pedro Bial, que é sem dúvida um dos melhores escritores, na minha opnião ele é sensacional. Tem o dom da palavra, da escrita...etc.&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que ele tem toda razão em suas palavas, e como hoje não sei definir meu estado de espírito, só posso dizer que estou: &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;assim assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bom, Ruim, Assim Assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pedro Bial&lt;br /&gt;
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Quer saber de uma coisa? Tudo pode ser bom, ruim e principalmente&lt;br /&gt;
assim assim&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo ao mesmo tempo ou não, e não necessariamente nessa ordem&lt;br /&gt;
Bom é chegar na praia à tardinha, anuncio de por de Sol, a água&lt;br /&gt;
de ondas mansinhas&lt;br /&gt;
Jogar bola na espuma e sob o céu encaixa como se fora Tafaréu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É bom também quando começa a chover&lt;br /&gt;
E as gotas fazem cócegas na superfície do mar&lt;br /&gt;
Como se um cardume infinito prometesse matar a fome&lt;br /&gt;
De todo o Vidigal, Rocinha, Cidade de Deus e Vigário Geral.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ruim é lembrar daquele amigo que de prancha na mão&lt;br /&gt;
Morreu de um beijo roubado de um raio, da lembrança a correria,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O medo... o medo... medo é bom, ruim é o medo de ter medo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bom voltar trocar chuva por chopp e passar atrás da pelada&lt;br /&gt;
A bola vai pra fora e como na crônica de Rubem Braga sobra pra&lt;br /&gt;
você&lt;br /&gt;
Que mata no peito faz embaixadinha e devolve redondo... num&lt;br /&gt;
chute perfeito&lt;br /&gt;
Ruim é a fisgada na coxa sair mancando disfarçadamente...&lt;br /&gt;
A vergonha de ta decadente não é ruim, ruim é o orgulho que se&lt;br /&gt;
nega a reconhecer a decadência.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É bom a cidade estranha em que você nunca esteve e sabe que&lt;br /&gt;
nunca mais vai voltar&lt;br /&gt;
E nesse lugar você tem uma obrigação sem graça que cumpre com&lt;br /&gt;
estilo e precisão&lt;br /&gt;
Traçando um dia perfeito no arco do tempo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando cai a noite é bom tomar um banho e sob o chuveiro é bom&lt;br /&gt;
sentir saudade,&lt;br /&gt;
Ruim é não ter saudade, e como é bom sair sem direção pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;
da cidade&lt;br /&gt;
Pensando no que você fez da sua vida e no que a vida fez em você&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bom é sonhar, realizar não é tão bom, mas ruim mesmo é não&lt;br /&gt;
realizar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O fim de um grande amor é muito, muito ruim, um grande amor não&lt;br /&gt;
tem fim!&lt;br /&gt;
Bom é amar, ruim é amar... Bom é encarar a vida com fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando um poeta desaparece é bom colocar chapéu de Bogar que&lt;br /&gt;
tudo pode solucionar...&lt;br /&gt;
Ruim é encontrar o precipício, morrer não deve ser tão ruim&lt;br /&gt;
assim...&lt;br /&gt;
E pode ser bom falar sobre bom e ruim, e pode ser pior assim&lt;br /&gt;
assim ... bom!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5367232514294228832?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5367232514294228832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5367232514294228832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5367232514294228832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5367232514294228832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/01/bom-ruim-assim-assim.html' title='Bom, ruim, assim assim'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S2CgOuLrWGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/E0ozouuP7jQ/s72-c/3289383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-8863817954337252763</id><published>2010-01-16T20:31:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:18:21.241-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Pausini'/><title type='text'>Primavera antecipada...(É você)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isso é o que dá juntar Laura Pausini com James Blunt:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Uma mistura perfeita"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="370" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EG0F4u-yKY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EG0F4u-yKY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Todas as minhas esperanças e meus medos, neste momento estão claros:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é o escolhido!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;Antecipada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Para descontar eu não dou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;nada disso que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;nem mesmo um mínimo calafrio, agora não&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;é o ar que eu respiro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;é minha queda a seus pés&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;é a minha canção&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;cante quando você for embora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;confessado, seja a minha principal razão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;agora em mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;de tudo o que existe de bom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;ahahah... eu sei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;és a primavera antecipada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;ahahah... é a prova que&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;demonstra o efeito que você tem em mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Porque...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;...todas as minhas esperanças e os meus medos (minhas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;esperanças e meus medos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;neste momento estão claros&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;você é o escolhido&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;minha lua, minhas estrelas, meu sol.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Por isso, nos pulmões falta o ar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;afinal de contas, você sabe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;és tudo de bom que existe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;ahahah... eu sei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;és a primavera antecipada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;ahahah... é o exemplo que&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;demonstra quanto efeito que você tem em mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Porque...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;flores que nascem das amoreiras&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;cicatrizes externas de cada erro meu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;É você, sem nenhuma dúvida, o criador&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;desta primavera que há, em mim,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;aqui fora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;na espontaneidade de nós...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-8863817954337252763?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/8863817954337252763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=8863817954337252763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8863817954337252763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8863817954337252763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/01/primavera-antecipadae-voce.html' title='Primavera antecipada...(É você)'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-2140856916851365648</id><published>2010-01-09T17:34:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:29:25.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonique- It Feels so good -( É tão bom)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S0j0zle2LOI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8uA7ysZ2Ud8/s1600-h/soniquew07-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S0j0zle2LOI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8uA7ysZ2Ud8/s400/soniquew07-1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Normalmente costumo postar músicas, pensamentos &amp;amp; cia, mais voltado para o romântico meio triste ou mal resolvido, hoje resolvi fazer algo diferente, pois acordei com uma vontade enorme de dançar essa música a noite inteira e esquecer de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Acho fantástica esta canção da Sonique, ela é ótima, pena que só lançou dois albúns e já faz um tempinho. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Se ouvi-la, danço onde eu estiver, ainda que seja só com o pezinho. &lt;br /&gt;
Sem falar que a letra é lindinha e acaba não fugindo tanto assim do contexto do meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Achei o vídeo um pouquinho "medonho" mas vamos dá um desconto, afinal foi à 12 anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You always make me smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Você sempre me faz sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Quando estou me sentindo pra baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You give me such a vibe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Você me passa uma energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's totally bonafide&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;É totalmente gratificante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not the way you walk &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Não é o jeito que você anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And it ain't the way you talk&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;e não é o jeito que você fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It ain't the job you got &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;e não é o trabalho que você tem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
That keeps me satisfied &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;que me mantem satisfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your love, it feels so good &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Seu amor, é tão bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that's what takes me high &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;e é isso que me leva lá pra cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Higher than I've been before &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Mais alto do que eu ja estive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your love, it keeps me alive &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Seu amor, me mantem viva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Thought I should let you know &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Que o seu toque, significa tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm alone I'm not &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Quando estou só, não estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's you I'm always thinking of&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;é em você que estou sempre pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, want you to understand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Eu quero que você entenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How I feel, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Como eu me sinto no fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh oh, you make me feel &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Você me faz sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All I need to feel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Tudo o que eu preciso sentir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Yes, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Sim em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Your love, it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Seu amor, é tão bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that's what takes me high &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;e é isso que me leva lá pra cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Higher than I've been before&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Mais alto do que eu ja estive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your love, it keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Seu amor, me mantem viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thought I should let you know &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Eu pensei que você deveria saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That your touch it means so much&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Que o seu toque, significa tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm alone I'm not &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;Quando estou só, não estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's you I'm always thinking of&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f;"&gt;é em você que estou sempre pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2140856916851365648?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2140856916851365648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2140856916851365648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2140856916851365648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2140856916851365648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/01/sonique-it-feels-so-good-e-tao-bom.html' title='Sonique- It Feels so good -( É tão bom)'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/S0j0zle2LOI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8uA7ysZ2Ud8/s72-c/soniquew07-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-6849996751715815556</id><published>2010-01-02T23:57:00.067-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:42:00.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blunt'/><title type='text'>Nós tivemos nossas dúvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAQmF9UY_og&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAQmF9UY_og&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É mais que uma música, é uma declaração de amor, um poema para o coração e para alma dos apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu passaria uma vida inteira com você &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu conheço seus medos e você conhece os meus &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nós tivemos nossas dúvidas, agora nós estamos bem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E eu te amo, juro que é verdade"&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999;"&gt;Eu não posso viver sem você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Você tem sido o único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;você tem sido o único para mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table class="cor_2" id="tbl_traducoes"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-6849996751715815556?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/6849996751715815556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=6849996751715815556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6849996751715815556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6849996751715815556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/01/james-blunt-goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Nós tivemos nossas dúvidas'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-7877129121941632613</id><published>2010-01-02T00:27:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:09:27.883-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marisa Monte'/><title type='text'>Marisa Monte - Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="570" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4JB8-IxSVQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4JB8-IxSVQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="570" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;Mais Uma Vez&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/marisa-monte/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais uma vez eu vou te deixar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu volto logo pra te ver&lt;br /&gt;
Vou com saudades no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mando notícias de algum lugar...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei, que muitas vezes te fiz esperar demais&lt;br /&gt;
Mas mesmo na distância o meu pensamento voa longe demais&lt;br /&gt;
Fico imaginando você sofrendo na solidão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu vou deitar penso em você em seu quarto dormindo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Longe de você meu bem, longe da alegria&lt;br /&gt;
Longe de você meu bem, longe do nosso lar ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mais uma vez eu vou te deixar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu volto logo pra te ver&lt;br /&gt;
Tô com saudades no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;
Mando notícias de algum lugar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Eu sei, que muitas vezes te fiz esperar de mais&lt;br /&gt;
Mas mesmo na distância o meu pensamento voa longe demais&lt;br /&gt;
Fico imaginando você sofrendo na solidão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu vou deitar penso em você em seu quarto dormindo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Longe de você meu bem, longe da alegria&lt;br /&gt;
Longe de você meu bem, longe do nosso lar .... &lt;br /&gt;
Mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-7877129121941632613?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/7877129121941632613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=7877129121941632613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7877129121941632613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7877129121941632613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2010/01/marisa-monte-mais-uma-vez.html' title='Marisa Monte - Mais uma vez'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-6796140896403673221</id><published>2009-11-20T21:14:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:32:56.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esqueça as possibilidades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Esse Post eu encontrei no Blog &lt;a href="http://www.dreycka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; da minha querida amiga Adreycka.Achei o texto tão lindo e verdadeiro que coloquei no Only Hope, espero que gostem! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Algumas considerações a respeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SwdWl-4VxTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/MBK-JSroQro/s1600/Casal8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SwdWl-4VxTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/MBK-JSroQro/s320/Casal8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se eu acho que um dia isso vai passar? Não sei. Talvez você apenas se esqueça. Mas toda vez que tocar uma música ou sentir um cheiro, você lembre de tudo. Só que aí você já vai estar curada, e as memórias não passarão de memórias de um passado bom, mas que PASSOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;É inquestionável a intensidade que vocês viveram. É inquestionável o quanto você o amava. O que passou, passou. Aconteceu. Você não pode querer apagar as memórias ou mudá-las. Porém quem ele se tornou ainda é questionável. Um passado de tantas inconstâncias emocionais não faz dele uma pessoa tão confiável assim. Não queira acreditar no que ele pode dizer hoje, nem fazer. Você sabe o quanto ele é volátil e inconstante. Ele ainda não pode te dar garantias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A questão que eu quero abordar é que independente se você ainda pode voltar a amá-lo, independente se você ainda o ama, isso não tira de você a possibilidade de amar e ser amada por outro sem ser ele. E é assim que tem que ser. Há quase três anos você decidiu amar e ser amada por outra pessoa, e esse amor está disponível pra você independente das promessas de amor eternas (atrasadíssimas) dele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se realmente existiu uma possibilidade de vocês ficarem o resto da vida juntos, passou. E essa possibilidade não elimina as outras. Você continua sendo capaz de amar outro o tanto quanto e ser amada ainda mais do que ele jamais poderia te amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Você precisa colocar na cabeça que as intensidades existiram, estão aí dentro de você. É normal que se você as cutuca-las elas virão à tona como vieram hoje. Mas por favor, não pense que ele foi sua única chance. Não pense que ninguém mais pode te fazer feliz. Eu sei bem como são as lembranças. A nostalgia é maldita, te faz lembrar de coisas que até nem aconteceram. Te faz reviver momentos bons como se tivessem sido ótimos. Não caia na armadilha do passado. Não queira por seus nervos à prova da nostalgia de um amor tão feroz que existiu, MAS PASSOU. Pois lembranças são complicadas. São perigosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Swcv2GJxXmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ejf-etjwMDQ/s1600/indoemboraav6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Swcv2GJxXmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ejf-etjwMDQ/s200/indoemboraav6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E o mais importante: a vida deu a vocês uma oportunidade. Cada oportunidade tem um tempo e um lugar determinado no espaço. Se um de vocês deixou essa oportunidade passar, já era. O tempo dela passou. Não adianta insistir nem pensar em como seria se tivesse sido... se tivesse falado... se tivesse tentado. O “e se” mata a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não queira se perder em memórias antigas. Não queira se perder em questionamentos inapropriados. Se não foi, hoje definitivamente não poderá mais ser. Só peço que você dê um tempo para si. Para ele... Tome um tempo para separar a “memória” das “possibilidades”. Vocês dois são só memórias. Não existem mais as possibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Novamente: O PASSADO NUNCA TE FARÁ INCAPAZ DE “AMAR MAIS” OU SER “MAIS AMADA”. NUNCA! O passado se foi e você tem que lidar com isso de forma serena e o mínimo nostalgicamente possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Esqueça as possibilidades. Viva sua linda realidade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aldreycka Albuquerque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-6796140896403673221?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/6796140896403673221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=6796140896403673221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6796140896403673221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6796140896403673221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/11/esse-post-eu-encontrei-no-blog-another.html' title='Esqueça as possibilidades...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SwdWl-4VxTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/MBK-JSroQro/s72-c/Casal8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4537793655439727095</id><published>2009-11-18T19:18:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:07:15.958-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marisa Monte'/><title type='text'>A Sua - Marisa Monte</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Nossa! Quantas lembranças boas eu tenho quando escuto Marisa Monte, &lt;br /&gt;
fez parte da minha vida. &lt;br /&gt;
Acho que se a vida tivesse trilha sonora uma das minhas com certeza seria as músicas da Marisa. &lt;br /&gt;
No decorrer da semana estarei postando algumas das músicas dessa maravilhosa cantora Brasileira, então aproveitem!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Beijos&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="360" width="570"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WAc1aZO_58&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WAc1aZO_58&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="570" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Sua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Composição: Marisa Monte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que estou pensando em você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora e sempre mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só quero que você ouça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A canção que eu fiz pra dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que eu te adoro cada vez mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E que eu te quero sempre em paz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tô com sintomas de saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tô pensando em você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E como eu te quero tanto bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aonde for não quero dor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu tomo conta de você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas te quero livre também&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só quero que você caiba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No meu colo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque eu te adoro cada vez mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só quero que você siga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para onde quiser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que eu não vou ficar muito atrás&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tô com sintomas de saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tô pensando em você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E como eu te quero tanto bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aonde for não quero dor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu tomo conta de você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas te quero livre também&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que estou pensando em você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas te quero livre também&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E que eu te quero livre também&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4537793655439727095?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4537793655439727095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4537793655439727095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4537793655439727095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4537793655439727095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/11/sua-marisa-monte-composicao-marisa.html' title='A Sua - Marisa Monte'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-8059513913136917957</id><published>2009-11-07T18:26:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:25:16.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanta coisa - Paolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SvXwRmdCL9I/AAAAAAAAAy0/0e60NAPCQ-4/s1600-h/Imagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SvXwRmdCL9I/AAAAAAAAAy0/0e60NAPCQ-4/s400/Imagem3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401487513271545810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tanta Coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Esse olhar de lua crescente
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorriso inocente do sim
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sei que eu quero você para mim
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se o sol não incendeia a gente
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deixa carente o lado ruim
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De quando você não está em mim
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É tanta coisa pra te falar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ou simplesmente poder te olhar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Poder te sonhar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tanta gente e eu me sinto tão só
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tanta gente e eu me sinto tão seu
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Será porque
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meu sonho me esqueceu
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tanta coisa que eu não soube dizer
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tanta coisa que eu não soube querer
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque viver é amar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uma historia onde o verdadeiro amor vence o tempo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;




&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O livro "A mulher do viajante do tempo" um best seller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;escrito por &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Audrey Niffenegger,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;oi adaptado recentemente para filme que em português ganhou o nome:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;TE AMAREI PARA SEMPRE. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Este é o primeiro romance de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Audrey Niffenegger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;artista plástica, escritora e professora de arte em uma
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Universidade de Chicago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trazendo consigo uma linda e comovente historia de amor,    vivida por&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Clare &amp;amp; Henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O personagem principal,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Henry De Tamble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tem uma disfunção genética que o faz viajar involuntariamente no tempo para momentos significativos de sua vida, no passado e no futuro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Clare Abshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, quando conhece Henry, ela tem 6 anos e ele, 36. Ela o encontra em uma clareira da Campina, que é parte da propriedade da família de Clare .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ao longo da infância e adolescência de Clare ela recebe muitas visitas de Henry, que se torna seu melhor amigo, e acaba se apaixonando por ele.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;



&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"É duro ser deixada para trás.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero por Henry, &lt;/span&gt;sem saber onde ele está,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; imaginando se ele está bem.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É difícil ser aquela que fica. (…)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/StfPs7mQdqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SfOvvqIoOvE/s1600-h/time_travelers_wife%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/StfPs7mQdqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SfOvvqIoOvE/s400/time_travelers_wife%5B6%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393007449618806434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palavras da autora do livro:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queria que as pessoas pensassem sobre a intimidade do amor, quão inefável ele é, e como ele nos molda.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eu queria escrever sobre a espera, mas como a espera é essencialmente negativa (tempo gasto na ausência de algo),
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;escrevi sobre todas as coisas que acontecem ao redor da espera.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;





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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Segue a baixo o trailer oficial do filme, legendado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não vejo a hora de assisti-lo.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assistam, e depois digam o que acharam.    Beijos
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linha do tempo de &lt;a href="http://fivewells.com/ttwife/ttwife_clare.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;Clare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linha do tempo de &lt;a href="http://fivewells.com/ttwife/ttwife_henry.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;Henry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linha do tempo &lt;a href="http://fivewells.com/ttwife/ttwife_time.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;cronológica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/" target="_blank"&gt;Rachel McAdams  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Clare Abshire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0051509/" target="_blank"&gt;Eric Bana&lt;/a&gt;                como &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Henry De Tamble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;

















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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoje o Only Hope está fazendo um aninho de vida, entre idas e vindas,
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trancos e barrancos ele esta aí, firme e forte.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aproveito pra agradecer a todos que abrilhantam esse querido blog com sua companhia,
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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;deixando sempre recadinhos e comentários que pra mim fazem toda diferença.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muito obrigada, e espero continuar por muitos e muitos anos com vocês.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beijos queridos!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iêda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5852328354919766761?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5852328354919766761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5852328354919766761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5852328354919766761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5852328354919766761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/10/parabensssssss-only-hope.html' title='Parabénsssssss  Only Hope !'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Ss-2ipikMXI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-7xGlxKO0wc/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-9204219949481242156</id><published>2009-10-04T16:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:25:24.104-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viver'/><title type='text'>VIVER DESPENTEADA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Ssj0WV-1o9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/9AaEXAQONoE/s1600-h/cabelos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Ssj0WV-1o9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/9AaEXAQONoE/s400/cabelos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388825618843804626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Achei este texto muito legal, vale apena passar a diante.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem quer se despentear comigo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Hoje aprendi que é preciso deixar que a vida te despenteie,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;O que é gostoso, engorda.  O que é lindo, custa caro.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;O sol que ilumina o teu rosto enruga.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;E o que é realmente bom dessa vida, despenteia…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Fazer  amor, despenteia.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Rir às gargalhadas, despenteia.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Viajar,  voar, correr,  entrar no mar, despenteia.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Tirar a roupa, despenteia.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Beijar à pessoa amada, despenteia.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Brincar, despenteia.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Cantar até ficar sem ar, despenteia.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;- Dançar até duvidar se foi boa idéia colocar aqueles saltos gigantes ou sapatos
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;apertados essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Então, como sempre, cada vez que nos vejamos
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;eu vou estar com o cabelo bagunçado…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;mas pode ter certeza que estarei passando pelo momento mais feliz da minha vida.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;É a lei da vida: sempre vai estar mais despenteada a mulher ou o homem  que decide ir
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;no primeiro carrinho da montanha russa, que aqueles  que decidem não subir
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Pode ser que me sinta tentada ou tentado a ser uma mulher ou um homem impecável,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;arrumados por dentro e por fora,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;O aviso de páginas amarelas deste mundo exige boa presença:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Arrume o cabelo, coloque, tire, compre, corra, emagreça,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;coma coisas saudáveis, caminhe direito, fique seria ou sério..
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;e talvez deveria seguir as instruções, mas
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;quando vão me dar a ordem de ser feliz?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Por acaso não se dão conta que para ficarmos bonitos nós temos  que nos sentir bonitos..
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;¡A pessoa mais bonita que posso ser!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;O único que realmente importa é que ao me olhar no espelho,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;veja a mulher ou o homem que devo ser.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Por isso, minha recomendação a todos:&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entreguem-se, Comam coisas gostosas, Beijem, Abracem,
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dancem, apaixonem-se, relaxem, Viajem, pulem,
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;durmam tarde, acordem cedo, Corram,
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voem, Cantem, arrumem-se para ficarem  lindos, arrumem-se para ficarem
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;confortáveis,
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Admirem a paisagem, aproveitem,
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e acima de tudo,
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;deixem a vida lhes despentear!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;
O pior que pode acontecer é que, rindo frente ao espelho, você precise se pentear de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-9204219949481242156?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/9204219949481242156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=9204219949481242156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/9204219949481242156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/9204219949481242156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/10/viver-despenteada.html' title='VIVER DESPENTEADA!!!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Ssj0WV-1o9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/9AaEXAQONoE/s72-c/cabelos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4622567294190261352</id><published>2009-09-28T19:14:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:04:50.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneio  silencioso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKOYVRfjg68&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKOYVRfjg68&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acredito que todos conheçam essa música da Sarah Mclanchlan - Angel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi do filme "Cidade dos Anjos" (Tema original "City of Angels")&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É emocionante a letra, a molodia, o arranjo, a emoção e a verdade que ela passa.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afinal quem nunca viveu um devaneio silencioso nessa vida num é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curtam, relembrem ou simplesmente escute com atenção!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4622567294190261352?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4622567294190261352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4622567294190261352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4622567294190261352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4622567294190261352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/09/devaneio-silencioso.html' title='Devaneio  silencioso...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-2556260183640169150</id><published>2009-09-23T21:51:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:58:40.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damien Rice'/><title type='text'>Damien Rice-The Blowers Daughter(A filha do vento)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Escuto essa música de Damien Rice pelo menos umas duas vezes ao dia e não chego nem perto de cansar!

É linda. Vale apena registrar no Only Hope.
Espero que gostem!
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

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&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Blowers Daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(A filha do vento)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apenas como você disse que seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A vida é fácil pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Na maior parte do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The shorter story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;No love, no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A breve história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sem amor, sem glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sem herói em seu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apenas como você disse que deveria ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nós dois vamos esquecer a brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Na maior parte do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The colder water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A água mais fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A filha do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A pupila em negação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu disse que te detestava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu disse que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deixar isso tudo para trás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Até eu encontrar um novo alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2556260183640169150?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2556260183640169150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2556260183640169150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2556260183640169150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2556260183640169150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/09/damien-rice-blowers-daughter-filha-do.html' title='Damien Rice-The Blowers Daughter(A filha do vento)'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-7734071905880466905</id><published>2009-09-18T18:24:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:11:27.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida ensina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SrP9wyZe7jI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PjdndFaFxpY/s1600-h/mulher.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SrP9wyZe7jI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PjdndFaFxpY/s400/mulher.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382924994242080306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Recentemente eu fiz aniversário, e confesso que pensei bastante na minha vida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; E cheguei a conclusão que sou muito feliz, seja pela família que Deus me deu, ou por tudo que conquistei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; pelo passado, presente ou futuro, que ainda desconheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Eu sei que ainda tenho muito a aprender, descobrir ou até mesmo ensinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
Embora ainda esteja longe dos 40, eu luto para dar valor ao que realmente importa na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
E acho este texto do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Arthur da Tavola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; muito bom e verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Seria perfeito se não precisássemos chegar aos quarenta para aprender tudo isso.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coisas que a vida ensina depois dos 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amor não se implora, não se pede não se espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Amor se vive ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Ciúmes é um sentimento inútil. Não torna ninguém fiel a você.
Animais são anjos disfarçados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mandados à terra por Deus para
mostrar ao homem o que é fidelidade.
Crianças aprendem com aquilo que você faz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;não com o que você diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
As pessoas que falam dos outros pra você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; vão falar de você para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Perdoar e esquecer nos torna mais jovens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Água é um santo remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Deus inventou o choro para o homem não explodir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Ausência de regras é uma regra que depende do bom senso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Não existe comida ruim, existe comida mal temperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
A criatividade caminha junto com a falta de grana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Ser autêntico é a melhor e única forma de agradar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Amigos de verdade nunca te abandonam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
O carinho é a melhor arma contra o ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
As diferenças tornam a vida mais bonita e colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Há poesia em toda a criação divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Deus é o maior poeta de todos os tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
A música é a sobremesa da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Acreditar, não faz de ninguém um tolo. Tolo é quem mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Filhos são presentes raros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
De tudo, o que fica é o seu nome e as lembranças a cerca de suas ações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Obrigada, desculpa, por favor, são palavras mágicas,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chaves que abrem portas para uma vida melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
O amor... Ah, o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
O amor quebra barreiras, une facções,
destrói preconceitos, cura doenças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
Não há vida decente sem amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
E é certo, quem ama, é muito amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
E vive a vida mais alegremente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Artur_da_Tavola/" class="autor"&gt;Artur da Távola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Artur_da_Tavola/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-7734071905880466905?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/7734071905880466905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=7734071905880466905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7734071905880466905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7734071905880466905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-ensina.html' title='A vida ensina...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SrP9wyZe7jI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PjdndFaFxpY/s72-c/mulher.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5030416190283936307</id><published>2009-09-12T10:39:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:55:04.719-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Nach Deutschland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SrAKP-5EaLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pV9a2ogel7w/s1600-h/Berlim_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SrAKP-5EaLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pV9a2ogel7w/s400/Berlim_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812824404420786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Já faz um mês que minha querida e&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amada mamãe viajou para Alemanha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...É difícil pra mim, sinto MUITO a sua falta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mas é uma saudade Tolerável,
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;por que sei que ela está bem e em breve estará de volta.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não vejo a hora de abraçá-la de novo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amo muito você minha mãe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VOLTA LOGO!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5030416190283936307?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5030416190283936307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5030416190283936307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5030416190283936307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5030416190283936307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-mes-mas-parece-um-ano.html' title='Nach Deutschland'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SrAKP-5EaLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pV9a2ogel7w/s72-c/Berlim_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4304109225111992205</id><published>2009-09-01T21:22:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:11:28.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferentemente lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Sp27N3u0PjI/AAAAAAAAAug/xYzjx7UaRu8/s1600-h/Gem%C3%AAas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Sp27N3u0PjI/AAAAAAAAAug/xYzjx7UaRu8/s400/Gem%C3%AAas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376659377123245618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diferentemente lindo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surpreendentemente belo
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não me compare, sou incomum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não me provoque, eu sou todos e cada um&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trecho da música Diferentemente lindo - Marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;A gente passa a vida inteira acreditando que não somos iguais a ninguém...

E não somos mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Começando pela aparência física, até a forma de como

fomos educados pelos nossos pais, o meio em que

vivemos a maneira de agir ou a forma que

enfrentamos a vida, define quem somos, isso explica

por que seu irmão ou irmã teve a mesma educação que

você, fez parte do mesmo dia-dia, carinhos e broncas,

mas ainda assim é o oposto de você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;é isso que nos torna único, essas experiências

corriqueiras e simples que no final faz toda diferença.

Irá definir em quem você irá se tornar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas uma coisa é certa, você será sempre único e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

Diferentemente belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4304109225111992205?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4304109225111992205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4304109225111992205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4304109225111992205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4304109225111992205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/09/diferentemente-lindo-surpreendentemente_01.html' title='Diferentemente lindo'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Sp27N3u0PjI/AAAAAAAAAug/xYzjx7UaRu8/s72-c/Gem%C3%AAas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-2029320205693527548</id><published>2009-08-13T22:44:00.023-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:43:23.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...E nós correremos para nossas vidas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pra voltar com chave de ouro minhas postagens, eu trago pra vocês a música "RUN" da maravilhosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; .
há quem diga que a canção é triste, pode até ser...
Mas é simplesmente linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Espero que gostem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;ul style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run / Correr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'll sing it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One last time for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Then we really have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You've been the only thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That's right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In all I've done&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu cantarei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pela última vez para você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Depois nós precisamos mesmo ir embora&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Você foi a única coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Que foi certa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;De tudo que eu já fiz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And I can barely look at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But every single time I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Away from here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;E mal posso te encarar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas todo vez que eu faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu sei que faremos em qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bem longe daqui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Light up, light up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Acenda a luz, acenda a luz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Como se você tivesse escolha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mesmo se você não puder ouvir minha voz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Estarei ao seu lado, querido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To think&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I might not see those eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And as we say&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Our long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I nearly do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pensar que&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Posso não ver esses olhos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me dá uma enorme vontade de chorar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;E como nós dissemos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nosso longo adeus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Está próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Louder louder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Why you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Can't raise your voice to say&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mais alto, mais alto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;E nós correremos para nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mal posso falar mas eu entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Por que você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Não pode levantar sua voz para falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hmm hmm ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2029320205693527548?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2029320205693527548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2029320205693527548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2029320205693527548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2029320205693527548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-nos-correremos-para-nossas-vidas.html' title='...E nós correremos para nossas vidas.'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-937813937092304930</id><published>2009-05-03T11:04:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:37:27.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prá rua me levar</title><content type='html'>Esta linda música de Ana Carolina, reflete a realidade de que precisamos
seguir nossos próprios passos.
As vezes você acha que pode contar com alguém ou até mesmo vive esperando encontrar "um grande amor", e que esse alguém vai fazer o favor de te ajudar a se encontrar, vai te resgatar da mais alta torre com uma espada na mão, mas a realidade é outra.

Não espere por ninguém, apenas por Deus.
Resolva seus problemas, suas dúvidas e se encontre, o mais rápido possível.


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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Não vou viver como alguém que só espera um novo amor

Há outras coisas no caminho aonde eu vou

As vezes ando só, trocando passos com a solidão

Momentos que são meus e que não abro mão


Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa

Sem me precipitar e nem perder a hora

Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta

Outro tempo começou pra mim agora


Vou deixar a rua me levar

Ver a cidade se acender

A lua vai banhar esse lugar

E eu vou lembrar você


É... mas tenho ainda muita coisa pra arrumar

Promessas que me fiz e que ainda não cumpri

Palavras me aguardam o tempo exato pra falar

Coisas minhas, talvez você nem queira ouvir


Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa

Sem me precipitar e nem perder a hora

Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta

Outro tempo começou pra mim agora


Vou deixar a rua me levar

Ver a cidade se acender

A lua vai banhar esse lugar

E eu vou lembrar você.


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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;




&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu estou com saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da nossa amizade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do tempo em que a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amava se ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não sou palavra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não sou poema;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou  humana  pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A  se  arrepender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;às vezes sou dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;às vezes sou nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje lágrima caida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choro pela madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;às vezes sou  fada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;às vezes faisca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou ligada na tomada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numa noite mal dormida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se o teu amor for frágil e não resistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E essa magoa não ficar eternamente aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou de volta a imensidão de um  mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que feito de silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se os teus olhos não refletem  mais o nosso amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a saudade me seguir pra sempre aonde eu for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fica claro que tentei lutar por esse sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diga sim ouça o som,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prove o sabor  que tem o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cola em mim a tua cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu te quero sim senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diga sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-8387304667414808368?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/8387304667414808368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=8387304667414808368&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8387304667414808368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8387304667414808368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/03/quero-sim.html' title='Quero Sim (...)'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-3045328639106432500</id><published>2009-03-21T09:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:36:57.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Aprendi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/ScTfTGzbZgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ahjG8pk-K50/s1600-h/saudade+solidÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315618979540854274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/ScTfTGzbZgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ahjG8pk-K50/s320/saudade+solid%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que a melhor sala de aula do mundo está aos pés de uma pessoa mais velha; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que ser gentil é mais importante do que estar certo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que eu sempre posso fazer uma oração por alguém quando não tenho a força para ajudá-lo de alguma outra forma; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que não importa quanta seriedade a vida exija de você,cada um de nós precisa de um amigo brincalhão para se divertir junto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que algumas vezes tudo o que precisamosé de uma mão para segurare um coração para nos entender; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que deveríamos ser gratos a Deus por não nos dar tudo que lhe pedimos;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que dinheiro não compra "classe"; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que são os pequenos acontecimentos diários que tornam a vida espetacular; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que debaixo da "casca grossa" existe uma pessoa que deseja ser apreciada,compreendida e amada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que Deus não fez tudo num só dia; o que me faz pensar que eu possa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que ignorar os fatos não os altera; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que é o AMOR, e não o TEMPO, é que cura todas as feridas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que cada pessoa que a gente conhece deve ser saudada com um sorriso; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que ninguém é perfeito até que você se apaixone por essa pessoa; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que a vida é dura, mas eu sou mais ainda; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que as oportunidades nunca são perdidas; alguém vai aproveitar as que você perdeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que quando o ancoradouro se torna amargo a felicidade vai aportar em outro lugar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que devemos sempre ter palavras doces e gentis pois amanhã talvez tenhamos que engolí-las; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que um sorriso é a maneira mais barata de melhorar sua aparência; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que todos querem viver no topo da montanha, mas toda felicidade e crescimento ocorre quando você esta escalando-a; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EU APRENDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que quanto menos tempo tenho, mais coisas consigo fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-3045328639106432500?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/3045328639106432500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=3045328639106432500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3045328639106432500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3045328639106432500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-aprendi.html' title='Eu Aprendi...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/ScTfTGzbZgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ahjG8pk-K50/s72-c/saudade+solid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-2366340100875904684</id><published>2009-03-18T18:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:41:39.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE CHAMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/ScF0qiowTpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qDdb2Hq0_Jo/s1600-h/FOTO_CASAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/ScF0qiowTpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qDdb2Hq0_Jo/s320/FOTO_CASAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314657309474967186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te abraçar agora,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
congelaria o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
Contemplaria com a lua,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
esse momento.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu pudesse olhar nos teus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
te diria a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
Que eu te amo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
além das palavras,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
nessa canção.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E eu te chamo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
mesmo calada.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
E no meu silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
nossos corpos se encontram.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te abraçar agora,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
congelaria o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
Contemplaria com a lua,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
esse momento.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu pudesse olhar nos teus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
te diria a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
Que eu te amo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
além das palavras,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
nessa canção.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E eu te chamo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
mesmo calada.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
E no meu silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
nossos corpos se encontram.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu pudesse voar,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
te traria para mim.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
Conversaria com a lua,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
que essa noite não vai ter fim.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E eu te chamo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
mesmo calada.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
E no meu silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
nossos corpos se encontram.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Letra : &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;h4 class="autor"&gt;(Isabel Eloah (izza))&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h4 class="autor"&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-2366340100875904684?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/2366340100875904684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=2366340100875904684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2366340100875904684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/2366340100875904684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-eu-pudesse-te-abracar-agora.html' title='EU TE CHAMO!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/ScF0qiowTpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qDdb2Hq0_Jo/s72-c/FOTO_CASAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-8543880240702656441</id><published>2009-03-03T09:55:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:00:36.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... essa distância!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Sa0p27nbDPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WTbkBtgWW1s/s1600-h/deseoie1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308945559432400114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Sa0p27nbDPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WTbkBtgWW1s/s320/deseoie1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Como é bom contemplar o céu, interrogar uma estrela e pensar que ao longe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bem longe, um outro alguém contempla este mesmo céu, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;essa mesma estrela e murmura baixinho: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Saudade!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apesar da distância, saiba que podemos estar tão próximos quanto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nossa imaginação deixar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E cada dia a tua presença se faz mais necessária na minha vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Autor desconhecido.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-8543880240702656441?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/8543880240702656441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=8543880240702656441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8543880240702656441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8543880240702656441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-e-bom-contemplar-o-ceu-interrogar.html' title='Ah... essa distância!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/Sa0p27nbDPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WTbkBtgWW1s/s72-c/deseoie1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-6280088606854094322</id><published>2009-02-21T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:05:54.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Off-line para o carnaval</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-6280088606854094322?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/6280088606854094322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=6280088606854094322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6280088606854094322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6280088606854094322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/02/off-line-para-o-carnaval.html' title='Off-line para o carnaval'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-6978077867208914483</id><published>2009-02-14T14:15:00.025-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:11:46.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302705865519045794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SZb-48aknKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uI620YhoeRk/s320/Um+beijo+roubado" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dia dos Namorados, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tratado em muitos países como &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de São Valentim, é uma data
comemorativa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na qual se celebra a união
amorosa entre casais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando é comum a troca de cartões com mensagens
românticas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e presentes com simbolismo de mesmo
intuito, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no Brasil, a data é comemorada no dia 12 de junho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já em Portugal e boa parte da Europa, a
data é celebrada em seu dia mais tradicional:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 de fevereiro, ou seja,
HOJE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Então...
Só posso desejar, felicidades... Aos amores que ainda nem sabe que existe,
aos amores que acabam de começar,
também aquele que está ao nosso lado,
aquele que está distante
e tão perto ao mesmo tempo,
aquele explosivo e aquele amor tímido, mas tão intenso quanto.
Amores jovens e amores antigos,
principalmente aquele que já foi jovem e hoje é antigo...
Por que está contigo desde sempre.
Aqueles inesquecíveis...
Possíveis e por que não aos impossíveis...
Que possamos sempre,
Sentir aquele friozinho na barriga,
Aquela vontade de fazer nada ao lado da pessoa amada,
e ao mesmo tempo tudo...
Mesmo quando fazer uma simples palavras cruzadas se torna um momento tão especial e esperado do dia.
Sem Clichê, o amor é realmente LINDO
sua essência é linda.
Então neste lindo dia, desejo um
Feliz dia dos namorados ou seja:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ingles: Happy Valentine's Day.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Italiano: Buon San Valentino.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Francês: Happy Saint Valentin.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Espanhol: Feliz Día de San Valentín.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Polonês: Szczęśliwych walentynek.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alemão: Happy Valentinstag.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Turco: Sevgililer Günü.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hebraico: נישואין שמח .
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Grego: Χρόνια πολλά για την ημέρα του Αγίου Βαλεντίνου.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302705529525349362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SZb-lYvbq_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/7OD49LJBgAw/s320/smallville_clark_lana.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-6978077867208914483?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/6978077867208914483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=6978077867208914483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6978077867208914483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6978077867208914483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/02/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SZb-48aknKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uI620YhoeRk/s72-c/Um+beijo+roubado' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4937463691179643346</id><published>2009-02-11T17:37:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:52:56.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citações... Erich Fromm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SZM6fSSgJGI/AAAAAAAAATk/9YSm8IM1XNg/s1600-h/Imagem9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SZM6fSSgJGI/AAAAAAAAATk/9YSm8IM1XNg/s320/Imagem9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301645495505003618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estas são algumas das citações de Eric Fromm, autor conceituado de vários livros, como por exemplo:. A ARTE DE AMAR, TER OU SER, LIBERDADE SEM MEDO; entre muitos outros livros fantásticos que valem à pena ler.


&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ter esperanças é uma condição essencial de ser humano."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="fr"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="fr"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="fr"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="fr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;O amor maduro diz:
"Preciso de você, porque amo você."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;








&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="fr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"A maior parte das pessoas vê no problema do amor, em primeiro lugar, o problema de ser amado, e não o problema da própria capacidade de amar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;













&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"O amor é uma atividade, não um afeto passivo; é um ato de firmeza, não de fraqueza... é propriamente dar, e não receber."
&lt;/div&gt;



&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Erich_Fromm/" class="autor"&gt;Erich Fromm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Erich_Fromm/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4937463691179643346?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4937463691179643346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4937463691179643346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4937463691179643346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4937463691179643346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/02/citacoes-eric-fromm.html' title='Citações... Erich Fromm'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SZM6fSSgJGI/AAAAAAAAATk/9YSm8IM1XNg/s72-c/Imagem9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-8001748015527073761</id><published>2009-02-09T22:20:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:43:57.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando em você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tem coisa mais linda que este comercial da vitarella?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempre me emociono quando vejo.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJ9LN2pfA2o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJ9LN2pfA2o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estou pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pensando em nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Pensar em te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Pois quando penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
É quando não me sinto só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Com minhas letras e canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Com o perfume das manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Com a chuva dos verões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Com o desenho das maçãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
E com você me sinto bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Eu estou pensando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Pensando em nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Eu estou pensando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Pensando em nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;
Pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letra de Paulinho Moska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-8001748015527073761?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/8001748015527073761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=8001748015527073761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8001748015527073761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8001748015527073761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensando-em-voce.html' title='Pensando em você.'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5991471298836074105</id><published>2009-02-07T11:26:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:56:43.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO E AMOR..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SY2awFePHqI/AAAAAAAAATc/9U34CFIYOPs/s1600-h/sonho1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300062487378337442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SY2awFePHqI/AAAAAAAAATc/9U34CFIYOPs/s320/sonho1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho, a gente só se dá conta dele depois que acorda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depois que ele acabou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E fica aquela vontade na gente de sonhar mais um
pouquinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem pessoas que são um sonho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sonho pelo qual a gente dormiria a vida inteira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o destino vem e nos acorda violentamente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nos leva aquele sonho tão bom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem pessoas que são estrelas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doces luzes que enfeitam e iluminam as noites escuras de
nossas vidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas vem o amanhecer e nos rouba com toda a sua claridade
aquela estrela tão linda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem pessoas que são flores...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belezas discretas que alegram o nosso caminho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas com o tempo, as flores murcham,e nos enchem de saudade de
sua cor e de seu perfume.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem, finalmente, as pessoas que são simplesmente
amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amor doce como o mel de uma flor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que desabrochou numa estrelae que veio até nós num lindo
sonho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda bem que são amor, porque flores, estrelas ou sonhos,
mais cedo ou mais tarde, terminam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas o amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o amor não termina nunca...
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5991471298836074105?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5991471298836074105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5991471298836074105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5991471298836074105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5991471298836074105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonho-e-amor.html' title='SONHO E AMOR..'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SY2awFePHqI/AAAAAAAAATc/9U34CFIYOPs/s72-c/sonho1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4609734334772500722</id><published>2009-02-02T09:55:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:49:45.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para meu amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagemgif.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/portuguese/amor/images/y-amor101.gif" /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagemgif.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;


&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hoje é um dia especial, estou fazendo um ano e oito meses de casada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E eu só tenho a agradecer a Deus,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;por tudo que Ele tem nos proporcionado ao longo desse tempo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;todas as alegrias e descobertas que vivemos ao lado um do outro,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;por todo amor que sentimos e por cada dia esse amor crescer mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Então é pra você amor, que estar ao meu lado todos os dias,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que conhece meu jeito, defeitos, manias e ainda assim me ama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;É pra você que eu entrego o meu amor todos os dias, sem medo, sem dúvidas e com a mais absoluta verdade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Obrigada por ser quem você é, por me fazer a mulher mais feliz do mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;por suprir meus anseios, desejos e sonhos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;obrigada por sua incondicional amizade, por todo apoio e pela mão estendida quando eu mais preciso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dormir e acordar ao seu lado é maravilhoso, passear e fazer as coisas mais simples da vida com você é inexplicavel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cada dia aprendo mais a te amar,que&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Deus continue abençoando nossa união.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amo você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4609734334772500722?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4609734334772500722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4609734334772500722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4609734334772500722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4609734334772500722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/02/aniversario-de-casamento.html' title='Para meu amor!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5473359186589769806</id><published>2009-02-01T14:05:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:29:24.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que possamos estar sempre na presença de Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta música é um convite a voltar para os braços do Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que possamos abrir o nosso coração para o que realmente importa na vida,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que é estar em sua presença.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinta agora em seu coração a letra desta canção.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deus os abençõe.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Volta- Leonardo Gonçalves&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde quando eu era criança&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouvi falar de um Deus,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que abriu o mar vermelho&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lutava pelos seus&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contra feras e gigantes,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reinos e nações;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu me encantava&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantando suas canções...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas o tempo foi passando&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu não quis ouvir&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preferi seguir meus rumos&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tentei de Deus fugir&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas no final do meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem conseguia mais andar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sentia a Sua presença&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Convidando-me a voltar.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senhor, quero me entregar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos Seus caminhos quero andar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E segurar a Tua mão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E receber o Teu perdão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quero ser a voz que ouvia em minha infância&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E vou cantar que não há distância&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que Te possa afastar.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E pra quem estiver cansado,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofrer de solidão...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra tua vida fracassada&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu Deus é solução&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois deixou as suas ovelhas&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para vir te procurar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E se sente sua presença&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque hoje então cantar&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senhor, quero me entregar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos Seus caminhos quero andar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E segurar a Tua mão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E receber o Teu perdão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quero ser a voz que ouvia em minha infância&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E vou cantar que não há distância&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que Te possa afastar.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senhor, quero me entregar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos Seus caminhos quero andar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E segurar a Tua mão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E receber o Teu perdão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quero ser a voz que ouvia em minha infância&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não importa a distancia Ele vai te alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5473359186589769806?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5473359186589769806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5473359186589769806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5473359186589769806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5473359186589769806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/02/desde-quando-eu-era-crianca-ouvi-falar.html' title='Volta'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5657888753969888115</id><published>2009-01-26T12:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:52:47.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU DESEJO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SX3cPnASE8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jRvSQNwWZ2Q/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+mÃ£o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295630897583887298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SX3cPnASE8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jRvSQNwWZ2Q/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+m%C3%A3o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo primeiro que você ame,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que amando, também seja amado.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que se não for, seja breve em esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que esquecendo, não guarde mágoa.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo, pois, que não seja assim,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas se for, saiba ser sem desesperar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo também que tenha amigos,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que mesmo maus e inconseqüentes,Sejam corajosos e fiéis,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que pelo menos num deles&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você possa confiar sem duvidar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E porque a vida é assim,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo ainda que você tenha inimigos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem muitos, nem poucos,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas na medida exata para que, algumas vezes,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você se interpele a respeito&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;De suas próprias certezas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que entre eles, haja pelo menos um que seja justo,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que você não se sinta demasiado seguro.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo depois que você seja útil,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não insubstituível.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que nos maus momentos,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando não restar mais nada,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa utilidade seja suficiente para manter você de pé.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo ainda que você seja tolerante,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não com os que erram pouco, porque isso é fácil,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas com os que erram muito e irremediavelmente,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que fazendo bom uso dessa tolerância,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você sirva de exemplo aos outros.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo que você, sendo jovem,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não amadureça depressa demais,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que sendo maduro, não insista em rejuvenescer&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que sendo velho, não se dedique ao desespero.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque cada idade tem o seu prazer e a sua dor e&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;É preciso deixar que eles escorram por entre nós.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo por sinal que você seja triste,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não o ano todo, mas apenas um dia.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas que nesse dia descubra&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o riso diário é bom,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;O riso habitual é insosso e o riso constante é insano.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo que você descubra ,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com o máximo de urgência,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acima e a respeito de tudo, que existem oprimidos,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Injustiçados e infelizes, e que estão à sua volta.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo ainda que você afague um gato,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alimente um cuco e ouça o joão-de-barro&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erguer triunfante o seu canto matinal&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque, assim, você sesentirá bem por nada.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo também que você plante uma semente,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por mais minúscula que seja,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E acompanhe o seu crescimento,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que você saiba de quantas&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitas vidas é feita uma árvore.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo, outros sim, que você tenha dinheiro,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque é preciso ser prático.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que pelo menos uma vez por ano &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coloque um pouco dele&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na sua frente e diga `Isso é meu`,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só para que fique bem claro quem é o dono de quem.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo também que nenhum de seus afetos morra,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por ele e por você,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas que se morrer, você possa chorar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem se lamentar e sofrer sem se culpar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo por fim que você sendo homem,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenha uma boa mulher,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que sendo mulher,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenha um bom homem&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eque se amem hoje, amanhã e nos dias seguintes,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quando estiverem exaustos e sorridentes,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda haja amor para recomeçar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se tudo isso acontecer,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenho mais nada a te desejar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autor: Victor Hugo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5657888753969888115?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5657888753969888115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5657888753969888115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5657888753969888115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5657888753969888115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-desejo.html' title='EU DESEJO...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SX3cPnASE8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jRvSQNwWZ2Q/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+m%C3%A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-373989316327044548</id><published>2009-01-15T09:50:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:35:49.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deve ser amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SW84Pn8YPGI/AAAAAAAAASk/x31KMbSQNsc/s1600-h/cama+sÃ³"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291509928255044706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SW84Pn8YPGI/AAAAAAAAASk/x31KMbSQNsc/s320/cama+s%C3%B3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trecho de uma linda música do Vinícius de Moraes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Sim, sinceramente, amor
Eu não sei o que se passa em mim
É assim como uma dor
Mas que dói sem ser ruim
Sim, é ter no coração
Sempre uma canção
É tão embriagador
Deve ser, sim
Deve ser amor."
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-373989316327044548?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/373989316327044548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=373989316327044548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/373989316327044548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/373989316327044548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/01/deve-ser-amor.html' title='Deve ser amor'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SW84Pn8YPGI/AAAAAAAAASk/x31KMbSQNsc/s72-c/cama+s%C3%B3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4285981274863428239</id><published>2009-01-15T09:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:06:59.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto da Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SW8sV_7iT0I/AAAAAAAAASU/rMNdxPsdOdI/s1600-h/Saudade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291496843633643330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SW8sV_7iT0I/AAAAAAAAASU/rMNdxPsdOdI/s320/Saudade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando sentires a saudade retroar
Fecha os teus olhos e verás o meu sorriso.
E eternamente te direi
a sussurrar:
O nosso amor a cada instante
está mais vivo!
Quem sabe ainda
vibrará em teus ouvidos
Uma voz
macia a recitar muitos poemas
...
E a te expressar que este amor em nós
ungido
Suportará toda distância sem problemas
...
Quiçá, teus lábios
sentirão um beijo leve
Como uma pluma a flutuar por
sobre a neve, Como
uma gota de
orvalho indo ao chão.
Lembrar-te-ás toda a
ternura que
expressamos,
Sempre que juntos, a emoção que partilhamos
...
Nem a
distância apaga a chama da paixão.


Guimarães Rosa
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4285981274863428239?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4285981274863428239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4285981274863428239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4285981274863428239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4285981274863428239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/01/soneto-da-saudade.html' title='Soneto da Saudade'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SW8sV_7iT0I/AAAAAAAAASU/rMNdxPsdOdI/s72-c/Saudade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-7945890183165120683</id><published>2009-01-10T09:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:27:40.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atitude X  Deixar acontecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWjH8ltujpI/AAAAAAAAASM/LE29Wg-g_bo/s1600-h/mulher+sentada"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289697606076632722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWjH8ltujpI/AAAAAAAAASM/LE29Wg-g_bo/s320/mulher+sentada" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A vida segue sua rotina diária, seus hábitos, seus anseios, com
suas risadas e seus momentos de reflexões.
É tão bom assim, é tão bom o
inesperado, o novo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Está um sol maravilhoso e chover de repente, ou o inverso.
O
não saber o que vai acontecer no minuto seguinte, é estimulante para alguns e
desesperador pra outros.
Muitas vezes ouvir rádio ao invés do seu cd
favorito, é muito mais emocionante, esperar a próxima musica sem saber qual vai
ser tocada, será
que vou gostar? ou vou mudar de estação?

Pra que
apressar a chuva ou o sol?,
Pra que apressar aquela carta que ainda não
chegou.?
O casamento?
Uma gravidez desejada?
E aquele &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu
te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que não vem?
Pra que apressar as coisas?
Pra que
apressar o amor?
A vida?
O que tiver de ser será!
Tudo tem seu
tempo, sua hora e seu lugar de acontecer.
E nós vamos perceber que no tempo
certo, a chuva, o sol, a carta, o casamento, o
filho, o eu te amo e o amor
VEM.

Existem coisas que precisamos fazer, atitudes que precisam ser
tomadas responsavelmente.
Mas algumas situações devem ser colocadas nas mãos
de quem conhece nosso futuro
Aquele que sabe se o que almejamos realmente é
o melhor para nós, se aquele amor que hoje nós faz perder a cabeça, a longo
prazo vai continuar.
Se o trabalho que “eu”jugo que seria perfeito, é real.
Se não vou desistir do curso que eu ansiosamente sonhei em fazer, no
terceiro semestre.
Às vezes nossa pressa nós faz perder um tempo precioso da
nossa vida, tempo esse que não volta mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O manhã que é de Deus, nos mostra que tudo poderia ser mais fácil
se soubéssemos
discerni quando um entra e o outro sai.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Se Você quer muito alguma coisa, deixe-a livre. Se ela
voltar será sua para sempre, se não, é porque nunca foi sua de verdade.”
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Eu espero acontecer...

E quando acontece, há ...

Eu mergulho !!!

Iêda Araújo
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-7945890183165120683?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/7945890183165120683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=7945890183165120683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7945890183165120683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7945890183165120683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/01/atitude-x-deixar-acontecer.html' title='Atitude X  Deixar acontecer'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWjH8ltujpI/AAAAAAAAASM/LE29Wg-g_bo/s72-c/mulher+sentada' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-3969123173086695316</id><published>2009-01-07T21:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:49:16.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos que querem ser feliz !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWVMr-HvBWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mSZCFCpKmKw/s1600-h/casal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWVMr-HvBWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mSZCFCpKmKw/s320/casal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288717655710041442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" class="fr0"&gt;Aos que não casaram,



Aos que vão casar,
Aos que acabaram de casar,
Aos que pensam em se separar,
Aos que acabaram de se separar.
Aos que pensam em voltar...

Não existem vários tipos de amor, assim como não existem três tipos de saudades, quatro de ódio, seis espécies de inveja.
O AMOR É ÚNICO,
como qualquer sentimento, seja ele destinado a familiares, ao cônjuge ou a Deus.

A diferença é que, como entre marido e mulher não há laços de sangue,
A SEDUÇÃO
tem que ser ininterrupta...

Por não haver nenhuma garantia de durabilidade, qualquer alteração no tom de voz nos fragiliza, e de cobrança em cobrança, acabamos por sepultar uma relação que poderia
SER ETERNA

Casaram. Te amo pra lá, te amo pra cá. Lindo, mas insustentável. O sucesso de um casamento exige mais do que declarações românticas.
Entre duas pessoas que resolvem dividir o mesmo teto, tem que haver muito mais do que amor, e às vezes, nem necessita de um amor tão intenso. É preciso que haja, antes de mais nada,
RESPEITO.
Agressões zero.

Disposição para ouvir argumentos alheios. Alguma paciência... Amor só, não basta. Não pode haver competição. Nem comparações. Tem que ter jogo de cintura, para acatar regras que não foram previamente combinadas. Tem que haver
BOM HUMOR
para enfrentar imprevistos, acessos de carência, infantilidades.
Tem que saber levar.

Amar só é pouco.
Tem que haver inteligência. Um cérebro programado para enfrentar tensões pré-menstruais, rejeições, demissões inesperadas, contas para pagar.
Tem que ter disciplina para educar filhos, dar exemplo, não gritar.
Tem que ter um bom psiquiatra. Não adianta, apenas, amar.

Entre casais que se unem , visando à longevidade do matrimônio, tem que haver um pouco de silêncio, amigos de infância, vida própria, um tempo pra cada um.
Tem que haver confiança. Certa camaradagem, às vezes fingir que não viu, fazer de conta que não escutou. É preciso entender que união não significa, necessariamente, fusão.
E que amar "solamente", não basta.

Entre homens e mulheres que acham que
O AMOR É SÓ POESIA,
tem que haver discernimento, pé no chão, racionalidade. Tem que saber que o amor pode ser bom pode durar para sempre, mas que sozinho não dá conta do recado.

O amor é grande, mas não são dois.
Tem que saber se aquele amor faz bem ou não, se não fizer bem, não é amor. É preciso convocar uma turma de sentimentos para amparar esse amor que carrega o ônus da onipotência.
O amor até pode nos bastar, mas ele próprio não se basta.

Um bom Amor aos que já têm!
Um bom encontro aos que procuram!
E felicidades a todos nós!


&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Artur_da_Tavola/" class="autor"&gt;Artur da Távola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Artur_da_Tavola/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-3969123173086695316?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/3969123173086695316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=3969123173086695316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3969123173086695316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3969123173086695316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/01/aos-que-querem-ser-feliz.html' title='Aos que querem ser feliz !!!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWVMr-HvBWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/mSZCFCpKmKw/s72-c/casal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4879930034657419435</id><published>2009-01-07T12:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:53:40.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aquele Amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWTP5oPX-yI/AAAAAAAAARU/mtLXHi847n8/s1600-h/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+APAIXONADO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288580451401202466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWTP5oPX-yI/AAAAAAAAARU/mtLXHi847n8/s320/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+APAIXONADO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela pertence à espécie de mulheres
que possuem um só amor em toda a sua vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou amam de verdade apenas uma vez. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seria espécie de mulheres ou a
maioria assim o é, mesmo sem o saber?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Também há homens de eterno amor,
embora o machismo e as deformações de sua cultura e comportamento nem sempre os
convença de tal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou não convença a maioria. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou será que o fato de serem
colocadores de semente por determinismo biológico os leva a não prestar a devida
atenção à sua destinação para o amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meio da conversa ela diz, de
repente, que só gostou de verdade de um homem e eis que vai buscar lá entre
papéis amassados, daqueles que esturricam o couro das carteiras, não um mas três
retratos dele, que espalha, qual cartas de baralho, sobre a mesa do restaurante. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fala dele com a mistura de ternura
e tristeza que assaltam as mulheres que não lograram viver com o seu amor,
casar-se com ele, ter seus filhos, viver em função dele e dela, unidos, pois
esta é a verdadeira vontade e destinação da mulher: viver ao lado do verdadeiro
amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, elas vivem de modo proibido se
necessário, casam-se com outro, têm filhos, os amam fundamente, mas a verdade de
seu ser é a do amor verdadeiro, até porque mulher vive para amar e por amor, o
resto se ajeita. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podem até deixar seu amor dormitar
por anos e parecer serenado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volta, porém a qualquer apelo ou
menção do nome dele, encontro fortuito na rua com um conhecido dos tempos do
namoro ou da relação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como são comoventes e lindas na sua
integralidade bíblica as mulheres quando expressam para os demais ou para si
mesmas, o amor de suas vidas ou quando consultam, escondido, os retratos
guardados, recortes, flores secas, a memória úmida das restantes lembranças em
momentos de silêncio e solidão! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abençoados sejam, porque são, os
homens e as mulheres que na passagem por esta vida receberam um dia de alguém,
ou deram, um amor único, original e definitivo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abençoados sejam e para todo o
sempre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como o amor que existe apesar de
todas as ternas e dolorosas circunstâncias que não impedem a sua verdade mas em
muitos casos esmagam a sua plena realização.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Artur_da_Tavola/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artur da Távola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4879930034657419435?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4879930034657419435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4879930034657419435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4879930034657419435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4879930034657419435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2009/01/aquele-amor.html' title='&quot;Aquele Amor&quot;'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SWTP5oPX-yI/AAAAAAAAARU/mtLXHi847n8/s72-c/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+APAIXONADO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-3191810329957013843</id><published>2008-12-25T19:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:34:57.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal :::::::::: Completely</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Para Meditar neste natal!!!
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;


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Completamente

O segredo da vida é deixar acontecer
O segredo do amor é mostrá-lo
Em tudo que eu faço
Em tudo que eu digo
Aqui neste momento

O poder da oração esta em um choro humilde
O poder de mudar esta em doar minha vida
Eu estou deixando isso abaixo
Abaixo ao seus pés
Aqui neste momento

Toma meu coração
Toma minha alma
Eu rendo tudo para seu controle
E deixo tudo isso dentro de mim levanto a Ti e digo
Eu sou seu e seu somente
Completamente

A jornada de vida é uma busca pela verdade
Esta jornada de fé é segui-LO
Cada passo do caminho
Através da alegria e da dor
Aqui neste momento

Bem aqui , neste momento e para o resto de minha vida
Ouça me dizer

Eu sou seu e seu somente
Completamente.








Ana Laura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-3191810329957013843?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/3191810329957013843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=3191810329957013843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3191810329957013843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/3191810329957013843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-completely.html' title='Feliz Natal :::::::::: Completely'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4436613440112401465</id><published>2008-12-20T18:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:47:16.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu amor permanecera - Ana Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Esta música de Ana Laura, fala muito ao meu coração.&lt;/object&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;É um louvor a este Deus maravilhoso, que nunca nos abandona, que cuida de nós e que nos ama incondicionalmente . &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU TE AMO SENHOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;


&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Deus abençoe a cada um com esta canção!&lt;/object&gt;
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&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6qsnOts94Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6qsnOts94Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4436613440112401465?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4436613440112401465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4436613440112401465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4436613440112401465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4436613440112401465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-amor-permanecera-ana-laura.html' title='Tu amor permanecera - Ana Laura'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-8661841244600295065</id><published>2008-11-29T11:47:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:36:36.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR MADURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/STFfgOlmbzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Szo_upS8S9k/s1600-h/maos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274101645903818546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/STFfgOlmbzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Szo_upS8S9k/s320/maos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor maduro não é menor em intensidade.Ele é apenas silencioso.Não é menor em extensão.É mais definido colorido e poetizado.Não carece de demonstrações.Presenteia com a verdade do sentimento.Não precisa de presenças exigidas.Amplia-se com as ausências significativas.O amor maduro tem e quer problemas, sim, como tudo.Mas vive dos problemas da felicidade.Problemas da felicidade são formas trabalhosas de construir o bem, o prazer.Problemas da infelicidade não interessam ao amor maduro.Na felicidade está o encontro de peles, o ficar com o gosto da boca e do cheiro do outro - está a compreensão antecipada, a adivinhação, o presente de valor interior, a emoção vivida em conjunto, os discursos silenciosos da percepção, o prazer de conviver, oequilíbrio de carne e de espírito.O amor maduro é a valorização do melhor do outro e a relação com a parte salva de cada pessoa.Ele vive do que não morreu, mesmo tendo ficado para depois, vive do que fermentoucriando dimensões novas para sentimentos antigos, jardins abandonados, cheios de sementes.Ele não pede, tem.Não reivindica, consegue.Não percebe, recebe.Não exige, oferece.Não pergunta, adivinha.Existe, para fazer feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Artur da Távola &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-8661841244600295065?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/8661841244600295065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=8661841244600295065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8661841244600295065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/8661841244600295065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-amor-maduro.html' title='O AMOR MADURO'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/STFfgOlmbzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Szo_upS8S9k/s72-c/maos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4509647416969945927</id><published>2008-11-29T11:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:46:09.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA QUE SERVE UMA RELAÇÃO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/STFTLmZt47I/AAAAAAAAAJI/oVjk7NlB9-Q/s1600-h/Carinhoso"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274088097379640242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/STFTLmZt47I/AAAAAAAAAJI/oVjk7NlB9-Q/s320/Carinhoso" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Uma relação tem que servir para você se sentir 100% à vontade com outra pessoa, à vontade para concordar com ela e discordar dela, para ter sexo sem não-me-toques ou para cair no sono logo após o jantar, pregado.
Uma relação tem que servir para você ter com quem ir ao cinema de mãos dadas, para ter alguém que instale o som novo enquanto você prepara uma omelete, para ter alguém com quem viajar para um país distante, para ter alguém com quem ficar em silêncio sem que nenhum dos dois se incomode com isso.
Uma relação tem que servir para, às vezes, estimular você a se produzir, e, quase sempre, estimular você a ser do jeito que é, de cara lavada e bonita a seu modo.
Uma relação tem que servir para um e outro se sentirem amparados nas suas inquietações, para ensinar a confiar, a respeitar as diferenças que há entre as pessoas, e deve servir para fazer os dois se divertirem demais, mesmo em casa, principalmente em casa.
Uma relação tem que servir para cobrir as despesas um do outro num momento de aperto, e cobrir as dores um do outro num momento de melancolia, e cobrirem o corpo um do outro quando o cobertor cair.
Uma relação tem que servir para um acompanhar o outro no médico, para um perdoar as fraquezas do outro, para um abrir a garrafa de vinho e para o outro abrir o jogo, e para os dois abrirem-se para o mundo, cientes de que o mundo não se resume aos dois!!

Drauzio Varela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4509647416969945927?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4509647416969945927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4509647416969945927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4509647416969945927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4509647416969945927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-que-serve-uma-relao.html' title='PARA QUE SERVE UMA RELAÇÃO?'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/STFTLmZt47I/AAAAAAAAAJI/oVjk7NlB9-Q/s72-c/Carinhoso' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5569551543205383171</id><published>2008-11-27T08:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:46:52.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poder da Lingua</title><content type='html'>"...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muitos desperdiçam grandes oportunidadesde ver Deus fazendo milagres em suas vidas. Não aproveitamos este canal de bençãos simplesmente por não saber usar as nossas palavras de forma correta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Gary Haynes.



Este livro de Gary Haynes, é um pequeno grande livro, de rápida e fácil leitura, sem contar que seu conteudo é uma verdadeira jóia rara.
Estou lendo pela segunda vez, aprendo mais a cada leitura.
Um livro que todos nós deveriamos ler e meditar, sobre o poder que nossas palavras exercem sobre nossas vidas.
Pois palavras proferidas não voltam.
Então precisamos buscar sabedoria do Senhor pra usarmos as palavras certas em todas as aréas de nossas vidas; e claro, o cuidado para não magoar as pessoas que amamos com palavras ditas da boca pra fora, que muitas vezes não é nem isso que pensamos ou sentimos na verdade.
Pois não temos como voltar atraz e nem sempre se tem a oportunidade de pedir perdão.
Pense nisso!




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&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5569551543205383171?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5569551543205383171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5569551543205383171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5569551543205383171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5569551543205383171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-poder-da-lingua.html' title='O Poder da Lingua'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SS6JVP1b_eI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ivAdWSjN0VI/s72-c/O+poder+da+lingua' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-302004064316945665</id><published>2008-11-19T15:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:04:58.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Presente!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Este video minha amiga Aldreycka que fez pra nós.
gosto tanto dele que resolvi compartilhar com meus amigos.
Espero que gostem!
Um beijo  
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&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4wWr1rA8Ts&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4wWr1rA8Ts&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-302004064316945665?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/302004064316945665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=302004064316945665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/302004064316945665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/302004064316945665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/11/este-video-minha-amiga-aldreycka-que.html' title='Video Presente!!!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5341193172957751996</id><published>2008-11-18T10:59:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:51:50.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce Outono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269998141784903282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SSLLY2gOznI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S_bUZf9Xebw/s320/mulher+no+outono" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269998013788536514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SSLLRZrhPsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oGe6LJQnGz4/s320/Mulher+pensando+no+outono" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que posso dizer do OUTONO...
Não há nada como o outono, nada se compara a beleza e ao prazer do OUTONO.
Além de ser uma estação extremamente romântica.
Particularmente a estação mais linda do ano pra mim.
Diferente do significado lógico e natural ...
A sensação que eu tenho é de renovo de vida, o inicio de mais um ciclo de transformação, de mudanças de planos, de coragem e persistência, mas principalmente de esperança; esperança de que algo novo vai acontecer e que vale a pena esperar o amanhã.
Até que as folhas voltem, até que tudo se faça novo e intimamente feliz
Suas cores, que começam a mudar lentamente.
Amarelos, alaranjados, vermelhos, dourados em cada folha dá o tom de uma história pessoal.
Suas formas, tomam significados únicos.
Guiadas ao sabor dos ventos e dos sonhos de cada um.
Completando uma divina paisagem, sejam nos parques, nos jardins ou nas florestas(...)
A sua beleza é tão simples que as vezes parece estar vivendo um sonho, um lindo sonho.
Deus está no outono, Deus está no despertar e no cair das folhas a permissão é única e exclusiva dEle, e o ato de renovar só estar obedecendo sua voz.
Poucos conseguem enxergar o OUTONO com os olhos do algo mais, limitando-se a ver apenas o que esta na sua frente de uma maneira seca e despercebida.
Escute seu coração, mas pare pra pensar que às vezes a razão precisa ser ouvida.
A emoção é maravilhosa, mas a razão é sensata; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então aprenda a conviver com os dois.
Pois um sem o outro; é como um dia ensolarado, porem muito frio.

Tire uma lição de vida do OUTONO...
Lembre-se que ainda que tudo pareça estar meio nublado e mórbido,
A vida ainda está no interior...
Ainda existe brilho no olhar, mesmo que uma venda esteja em seus olhos.
Há restauração; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E muitas risadas que precisam ser colocadas pra fora .
Viva; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenha medo de expressar o que senti.
Tome decisões; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes que seja tarde demais
Continue lutando pelo que acredita.
Há esperança para os seus planos.

Há esperança pra você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deixo aí um pouquinho do que eu penso . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, vamos enxergar o outono de uma maneira nunca vista antes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beijosss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda Araújo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5341193172957751996?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5341193172957751996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5341193172957751996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5341193172957751996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5341193172957751996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/11/doce-outono.html' title='Doce Outono...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SSLLY2gOznI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S_bUZf9Xebw/s72-c/mulher+no+outono' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-6225131937300171451</id><published>2008-11-17T08:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:22:03.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao único que é digno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SSGGS5DFX_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6VmKvXvxpyA/s1600-h/ceu+e+lua"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269640698109714418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SSGGS5DFX_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6VmKvXvxpyA/s320/ceu+e+lua" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem, uma vez, encontrou Deus no fundo de seu coração, não o procura mais no seio do universo nem nos estéreis artifícios da lógica.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Lima Barreto) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao único que é digno de receber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ao único que é digno de receber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A honra e a glória,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A força e o poder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ao Rei, Eterno, Imortal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Invisível, mas real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Ele ministramos o louvor
Coroamos a Tí, ó Rei Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coroamos a Tí, ó Rei Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adoramos o Teu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nos rendemos a Teus pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Consagramos todo nosso ser a Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Consagramos todo nosso ser a Ti
Ao único que é digno de receber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A honra e a glória,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A força e o poder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ao Rei, Eterno, Imortal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Invisível, mas real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Ele ministramos o louvor
Coroamos a Tí, ó Rei Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coroamos a Tí, ó Rei Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adoramos o Teu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nos rendemos a Teus pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Consagramos todo nosso ser a Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Consagramos todo nosso ser a Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aline Barros&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu consagro todos os dias da minha vida a Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por tudo que tens feito e que ainda irá fazer."
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-6225131937300171451?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/6225131937300171451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=6225131937300171451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6225131937300171451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6225131937300171451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/11/ao-nico-que-digno.html' title='Ao único que é digno.'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SSGGS5DFX_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6VmKvXvxpyA/s72-c/ceu+e+lua' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-6454977666491011558</id><published>2008-10-28T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:22:55.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mude"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SQmnEQAAziI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BVJAyvLWpIo/s1600-h/2052455.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262921331015470626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SQmnEQAAziI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BVJAyvLWpIo/s320/2052455.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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É bem verdade que as vezes estamos cansados, e achamos que nada acontece na vida da gente.
E que o cotidiano quase toma conta até dos nossos pensamentos; nos acostumamos a fazer sempre as mesmas coisas, todos os dias, e isso não é de tudo ruim; mas, a gente também precisa MUDAR um pouquinho.
Mas lê só este texto de Bial, com certeza é muito estimulante.
Vocês vão gostar.

&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Mude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mas comece devagar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;porque a direção é mais importante que a velocidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sente-se em outra cadeira, no outro lado da mesa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mais tarde, mude de mesa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Quando sair, procure andar pelo outro lado da rua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Depois, mude de caminho, ande por outras ruas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;calmamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;observando com atenção os lugares por onde você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;passa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tome outros ônibus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mude por uns tempos o estilo das roupas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dê os teus sapatos velhos. Procure andar descalço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;alguns dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tire uma tarde inteira pra passear livremente na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;praia, ou no parque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;e ouvir o canto dos passarinhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Veja o mundo de outras perspectivas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Abra e feche as gavetas e portas com a mão esquerda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Durma do outro lado da cama... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;depois, procure dormir em outras camas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Assista a outros programas de TV, compre outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;jornais... leia outros livros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Viva outros romances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Não faça do hábito um estilo de vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ame a novidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Durma mais tarde. Durma mais cedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Aprenda uma palavra nova por dia numa outra língua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Corrija a postura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Coma um pouco menos, escolha comidas diferentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;novos temperos, novas cores, novas delícias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tente o novo todo dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;o novo lado, o novo método, o novo sabor, o novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;jeito, o novo prazer, o novo amor, a nova vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Busque novos amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tente novos amores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Faça novas relações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Almoce em outros locais, vá a outros restaurantes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tome outro tipo de bebida, compre pão em outra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;padaria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Almoce mais cedo, jante mais tarde ou vice-versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Escolha outro mercado... outra marca de sabonete, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;outro creme dental... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tome banho em novos horários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Use canetas de outras cores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Vá passear em outros lugares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ame muito, cada vez mais, de modos diferentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Troque de bolsa, de carteira, de malas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;troque de carro, compre novos óculos, escrevas outras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;poesias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jogue fora os velhos relógios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quebre delicadamente esses horrorosos despertadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Abra conta em outro banco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Vá a outros cinemas, outros cabeleireiros, outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;teatros, visite novos museus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lembre-se que a vida é uma só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E pense seriamente em arrumar um novo emprego, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;uma nova ocupação, um trabalho mais light, mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;prazeroso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mais digno, mais humano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Se você não encontrar razões para ser livre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;invente-as. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seja criativo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E aproveite para fazer uma viagem despretensiosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;longa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;se possível sem destino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Experimente coisas novas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Troque novamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mude, de novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Experimente outra vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Você certamente conhecerá coisas melhores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;e coisas piores do que as já conhecidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mas não é isso o que importa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;O mais importante é a mudança, o movimento, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;dinamismo, a energia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Só o que está morto não muda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro Bial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-6454977666491011558?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/6454977666491011558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=6454977666491011558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6454977666491011558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/6454977666491011558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/10/bem-verdade-que-as-vezes-estamos.html' title='&quot;Mude&quot;'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SQmnEQAAziI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BVJAyvLWpIo/s72-c/2052455.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-311622057970417320</id><published>2008-10-27T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:10:58.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores Mal Resolvidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SQY8Z56IgKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/69L0L1n34tU/s1600-h/deitada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SQY8Z56IgKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/69L0L1n34tU/s320/deitada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261959630368047266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;em&gt;"Olhe para um lugar onde tenha muita gente: uma praia num domingo de 40º, uma estação de metrô, a rua principal do centro da cidade.
Metade deste povaréu sofre de Dor de Cotovelo.
Alguns trazem dores recentes, outros trazem uma dor de estimação, mas o certo é que grande parte desses rostos anônimos tem um Amor Mal resolvido, uma paixão que não se evaporou completamente, mesmo que já estejam em outra relação.
Por que isso acontece? Tenho uma teoria, ainda que eu seja tudo, menos teórico no assunto.
Acho que as pessoas não gastam seu amor. Isso mesmo.
Os amores que ficam nos assombrando não foram amores consumidos até o fim.
Você sabe, o amor acaba.
É mentira dizer que Não.
Uns acabam cedo, outros levam 10 ou 20 anos para terminar, talvez até mais.
Mas um dia acaba e se transforma em outra coisa: lembranças, amizade, parceira, parentesco, e essa transição não é dolorida se o amor for devorado até o fim.
Dor de Cotovelo é quando o amor é interrompido antes que se esgote.
O amor tem que ser vivenciado.
Platonismo funciona em novela, mas na vida real demanda muita energia sem falar do tempo que ninguém tem para esperar.
E tem que ser vivido em sua totalidade.
É preciso passar por todas etapas: atração-paixão-amor-convivência-amizade-tédio-fim.
Como já foi dito, este trajeto do amor pode ser percorrido em algumas semanas ou durar muitos anos, mas é importante que transcorra de ponta a ponta, senão sobra lugar para fantasias, idealizações, enfim, tudo aquilo que nos empaca a vida e nos impede de estarmos abertos para novos amores.
Se o amor foi interrompido sem ter atingido o fundo do pote, ficamos imaginando as múltiplas possibilidades de continuidade, tudo o que a gente poderia ter dito e não disse, feito e não fez.
Gaste seu amor. Usufrua-o até o fim.
Enfrente os bons e maus momentos, passe por tudo que tiver que passar, não se economize. Sinta todos os sabores que o amor tem, desde o adocicado do início até o amargo do fim, mas não saia da história na metade.
Amores precisam dar a volta ao redor de si mesmo, fechando o próprio ciclo.
Isso é que libera a gente para Ser Feliz Novamente."&lt;/em&gt;

(Arnaldo Jabor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-311622057970417320?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/311622057970417320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=311622057970417320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/311622057970417320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/311622057970417320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/10/amores-mal-resolvidos.html' title='Amores Mal Resolvidos'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SQY8Z56IgKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/69L0L1n34tU/s72-c/deitada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-4191155433618915671</id><published>2008-10-19T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:26:59.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPtDJrrjB3I/AAAAAAAAADY/M4Xyt1Yd2ok/s1600-h/Don%C2%B4t+CRY........jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPtDJrrjB3I/AAAAAAAAADY/M4Xyt1Yd2ok/s320/Don%C2%B4t+CRY........jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258870823508445042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;erdade
Mentira
Inteêresse
Sutileza
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tempo
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;Desperdício
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.Amizade
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.Falsa idéia


Entendimento
Compreensão
Escalarecimeto
Bom senso

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;E&lt;/i&gt;moção
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;Sinceridade
&lt;i&gt;...................A&lt;/i&gt;feto
&lt;i&gt;...................C&lt;/i&gt;onfiança

Equilíbrio
Razão
Gente
Imperfeição
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.Humildade
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;Felicidade
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.Fé
&lt;i&gt;...................&lt;/i&gt;.Oração

Crença
Opinião
Discórdia
Sentimentos
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 Vida
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                                       Reticências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Autora:Liane  Niremberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-4191155433618915671?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/4191155433618915671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=4191155433618915671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4191155433618915671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/4191155433618915671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/10/somos.html' title='Somos'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPtDJrrjB3I/AAAAAAAAADY/M4Xyt1Yd2ok/s72-c/Don%C2%B4t+CRY........jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-7215475843739124592</id><published>2008-10-17T16:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:51:06.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo para tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPjm50kQCxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sCLK98vaTCs/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPjm50kQCxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sCLK98vaTCs/s320/tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258206445992676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No corre-corre do dia-dia,  do trabalho, da rotina,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;que querendo ou não faz  parte de nossas vidas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  fica difícil muitas vezes prestar atenção de como o tempo está passando rápido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E paro pra pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; será que estamos fazendo o que é certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;será que estamos usando nosso tempo como tem que ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ou será que ao invés de levar-mos á vida, estamos deixando a vida nós levar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É; por que se deixar-mos a vida nós levar, da qui a cinco anos vamos estar do mesmo jeito, nada vai acontecer que nos impulsione pra frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mas se nós levar-mos a vida; Aí sim, teremos um futuro totalmente próspero e diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vamos pensar em nós e no que será melhor pra nossas vidas, poís o tempo não para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para nós pensarmos!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ainda sobre o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Tudo neste mundo tem seu  tempo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cada coisa tem sua ocasião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Há um tempo de nascer  e tempo de morrer;
tempo de plantar e tempo de arrancar;
tempo de matar e tempo de curar;
tempo de derrubar e tempo de construir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Há tempo de ficar triste  e tempo de se alegrar;
tempo de chorar e tempo de dançar;
tempo de espalhar pedras e tempo de ajuntá-las;
tempo de abraçar e tempo de afastar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Há tempo de procurar  e tempo de perder;
tempo de economizar e tempo de desperdiçar;
tempo de rasgar e tempo de remendar;
tempo de ficar calado e tempo de falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Há tempo de amar e tempo  de odiar;
tempo de guerra e tempo de paz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eclesiastes 3,1-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-7215475843739124592?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/7215475843739124592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=7215475843739124592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7215475843739124592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/7215475843739124592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo-para-tudo.html' title='Tempo para tudo...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPjm50kQCxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sCLK98vaTCs/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-5826585538744750000</id><published>2008-10-12T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:28:54.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia das crianças!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPJHHQ6vBqI/AAAAAAAAABY/MLgDGu4GRNc/s1600-h/mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256341905220765346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPJHHQ6vBqI/AAAAAAAAABY/MLgDGu4GRNc/s320/mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A todas as crianças que independente da idade, vivi a vida de uma maneira simples, feliz, com sabor de algodão doce, com travessuras, mas com muito amor.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E que por mas dificil que pareça a situação acredita que tudo acabará bem.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Que a simplicidade, a doçura, a inocência e a verdade de uma criança, faça parte de nossas vidas sempre!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Parabéns para nós!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-5826585538744750000?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/5826585538744750000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=5826585538744750000&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5826585538744750000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/5826585538744750000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/10/feliz-dia-da-crianas-todas-as-crianas.html' title='Feliz dia das crianças!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SPJHHQ6vBqI/AAAAAAAAABY/MLgDGu4GRNc/s72-c/mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574780857270766212.post-745636749192214610</id><published>2008-10-09T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:26:21.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SO64BY3rGfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rwZh2-KXzHA/s1600-h/Imagem11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SO64BY3rGfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rwZh2-KXzHA/s320/Imagem11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255340149183289842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;h4 class="fr0"&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...
Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...
Não queremos beijo na boca...
E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...

Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...
Sem nada dizer...

Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, que desejamos uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir...

Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...
Que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...
Que nos teça elogios sem fim...
E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridade
inquestionável...

Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...
Alguém que nos possa dizer:

Acho que você está errado, mas estou do seu lado...

Ou alguém que apenas diga:

Sou seu amor! E estou Aqui!&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/William_shakespeare/" class="autor"&gt;William shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Iêda&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1574780857270766212-745636749192214610?l=blogdaieda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/feeds/745636749192214610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1574780857270766212&amp;postID=745636749192214610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/745636749192214610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1574780857270766212/posts/default/745636749192214610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdaieda.blogspot.com/2008/10/teste.html' title='Simplicidade...'/><author><name>Iêda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248547870994086544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SsQDPUnOwtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gDF2ZPn1LIU/S220/eu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F4LJA3xwo1c/SO64BY3rGfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rwZh2-KXzHA/s72-c/Imagem11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
