<?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-8935780807195455203</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:07:50.385-08:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5RW8dCRv0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HRycs65Ympc/s1600-h/MulherFlor.jpg'/><title type='text'>- Fanny Macêdo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-181076620462064838</id><published>2010-12-16T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:01:40.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TQpTq_H760I/AAAAAAAAARw/xfaA4JGUn8M/s1600/Pequeno_Principe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TQpTq_H760I/AAAAAAAAARw/xfaA4JGUn8M/s200/Pequeno_Principe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551341488651889474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As pessoas têm estrelas que não são as mesmas. Para uns, que viajam, as estrelas são guias. Para outros, elas não passam de pequenas luzes. Para outros, os sábios, são problemas. Para o meu negociante, eram ouro. Mas todas essas estrelas se calam. Tu, porém, terás estrelas como ninguém! Quando olhares o céu de noite, por que habitarei uma delas, porque numa delas estarei rindo, então será como se todas as estrelas te rissem. E tu terás estrelas que sabem rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O Pequeno Príncipe, Saint Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-181076620462064838?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/181076620462064838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-like-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/181076620462064838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/181076620462064838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-like-stars.html' title='Just like stars...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TQpTq_H760I/AAAAAAAAARw/xfaA4JGUn8M/s72-c/Pequeno_Principe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8409299357961563712</id><published>2010-12-06T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:53:24.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É só viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP128pZw3ZI/AAAAAAAAARo/g2facBpjQg0/s1600/analizar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP128pZw3ZI/AAAAAAAAARo/g2facBpjQg0/s200/analizar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547721100268461458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;Para o que vale a pena, nada é muito tarde, ou no meu caso muito cedo – para ser quem você quer ser. Não há tempo limite; você para quando quiser. Você pode mudar, ou ficar igual – não há regras para isso. Nós podemos tirar o melhor ou o pior disso. Eu espero que você tire o melhor. Eu espero que você veja coisas que te deixem sobressaltada. Espero que você sinta coisas que nunca sentiu antes. Eu espero que você conheça pessoas com um ponto de vista diferente do seu. Eu espero que você viva uma vida que se orgulhe. Se você acha que não está acontecendo, eu espero que você tenha a força para recomeçar tudo de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O Curioso Caso de Benjamim Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8409299357961563712?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8409299357961563712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-o-que-vale-pena-nada-e-muito-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8409299357961563712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8409299357961563712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-o-que-vale-pena-nada-e-muito-tarde.html' title='É só viver...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP128pZw3ZI/AAAAAAAAARo/g2facBpjQg0/s72-c/analizar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-9048280518072152083</id><published>2010-12-06T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:47:04.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP11ocqIaUI/AAAAAAAAARg/oRT68vuCtqA/s1600/aloka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP11ocqIaUI/AAAAAAAAARg/oRT68vuCtqA/s200/aloka.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547719653738441026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A Senhora me desculpe, mas no momento não tenho muita certeza. Quer dizer, eu sei quem eu era quando eu acordei hoje de manhã, mas já mudei uma porção de vezes desde que isso aconteceu... Receio que não posso me explicar, porque é justamente aí que está o problema. Posso explicar uma porção de coisas, mas não posso explicar a mim mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alice No País das Maravilhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-9048280518072152083?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/9048280518072152083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/senhora-me-desculpe-mas-no-momento-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/9048280518072152083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/9048280518072152083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/senhora-me-desculpe-mas-no-momento-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP11ocqIaUI/AAAAAAAAARg/oRT68vuCtqA/s72-c/aloka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5981933637873319305</id><published>2010-12-06T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:28:05.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E a vida segue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP0O5bhi6XI/AAAAAAAAARY/CyhBxHll2-4/s1600/abandono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP0O5bhi6XI/AAAAAAAAARY/CyhBxHll2-4/s320/abandono.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547606695794108786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A verdade é que me enchi, De você, de nós, da nossa situação sem pé nem cabeça. Não tem sentido continuarmos dessa maneira. Eu, nessa constante agonia o tempo todo imaginando como você vai estar. E você, numas horas doce, noutras me tratando como lixo. Não sou lixo. Tampouco quero a doçura dos culpados, artificial como aspartame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fico pensando como chegamos a esse ponto. Não quero mais descobrir coisas sobre você, por piores ou melhores que possam ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim, chega. Chega de brigas, de berros, de chutes nos móveis. Chega de climas, de choros, de silêncios abismais. Para quê, me diz? O que, afinal, eu ganho com isso? A companhia de uma pessoa amarga, que já nem quer mais estar ali, ao meu lado, mas em outro lugar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinceramente, abro mão. Vou atrás de um outro jeito de viver a minha vida, já que em qualquer situação diferente estarei lucrando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom é isso, se agora isso ainda me causa alguma tristeza, tudo bem. Não se expurga um câncer sem matar células inocentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fernanda Young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-5981933637873319305?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5981933637873319305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-vida-segue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5981933637873319305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5981933637873319305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-vida-segue.html' title='E a vida segue...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TP0O5bhi6XI/AAAAAAAAARY/CyhBxHll2-4/s72-c/abandono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6564870302533693258</id><published>2010-11-30T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:39:30.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the world  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TPU2WuIYBDI/AAAAAAAAARA/6obF6n5n5W0/s1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TPU2WuIYBDI/AAAAAAAAARA/6obF6n5n5W0/s200/alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545398280144815154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sumi porque só faço besteira em sua presença, fico mudo quando deveria verbalizar, digo um absurdo atrás do outro quando melhor seria silenciar, faço brincadeiras de mau gosto e sofro antes, durante e depois de te encontrar. Sumi porque não há futuro e isso não é o mais difícil de lidar, pior é não ter presente e o passado ser mais fluido que o ar. Sumi porque não há o que se possa resgatar, meu sumiço é covarde mas atento, meio fajuto meio autêntico, sumi porque sumir é um jogo de paciência, ausentar-se é risco e sapiência, pareço desinteressado, mas sumi para estar para sempre do seu lado, a saudade fará mais por nós dois que nosso amor e sua desajeitada e irrefletida permanência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6564870302533693258?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6564870302533693258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6564870302533693258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6564870302533693258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-of-world.html' title='Out of the world  ~'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TPU2WuIYBDI/AAAAAAAAARA/6obF6n5n5W0/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5756301895691371840</id><published>2010-11-26T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:18:20.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TPCGMtE28PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uVyIx61CEpg/s1600/um%2Bpasso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOZ1Lu7sPBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XWsCZBM9IR8/s200/alegria%2Bdemais.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541245235963378706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pra que mudar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa eu brincar de ser feliz, deixa eu pintar o meu nariz ! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 27px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3031675289476662959?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3031675289476662959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3031675289476662959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3031675289476662959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_19.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOZ1Lu7sPBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XWsCZBM9IR8/s72-c/alegria%2Bdemais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8211394139686004835</id><published>2010-11-18T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:34:43.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O medo me consome, a saudade me conduz, o amor me corrompe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOUdLuggYfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nizSUZXcGxE/s1600/balanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOUdLuggYfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nizSUZXcGxE/s200/balanco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540867003849400818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Me sinto sozinha, olho para os lados e não te vejo, o peito aperta e sinto uma súbita vontade de sumir. Mas eis que aparece um outro alguém ao meu lado: é o destino me dizendo que posso seguir em frente sem você, ou, pelo menos, tentar fazer isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8211394139686004835?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8211394139686004835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-medo-me-consome-saudade-me-conduz-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8211394139686004835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8211394139686004835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-medo-me-consome-saudade-me-conduz-o.html' title='O medo me consome, a saudade me conduz, o amor me corrompe.'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOUdLuggYfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nizSUZXcGxE/s72-c/balanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8918083022938238792</id><published>2010-11-17T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:14:15.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOPguCem4YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0UGY2JHSGuk/s1600/amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOPguCem4YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0UGY2JHSGuk/s200/amar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540519048139694466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; " &gt;Por um segundo quis saber se o beijo quebraria o feitiço que nos envolvia, mas já era tarde demais para parar. Quando os lábios dela tocaram os meus, soube que poderia viver cem anos e visitar o mundo todo e nada se compararia ao momento único em que beijei a mulher dos meus sonhos e soube que meu amor duraria para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Querido John, Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8918083022938238792?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8918083022938238792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8918083022938238792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8918083022938238792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TOPguCem4YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0UGY2JHSGuk/s72-c/amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7487029384403272903</id><published>2010-07-21T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:05:55.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TEeZ_4CTDDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YIBEfAx2KsA/s1600/mudanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TEeZ_4CTDDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YIBEfAx2KsA/s200/mudanca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496531192881810482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mudanças são inevitáveis conseqüências. Existe um fluxo invisível que não nos permite seguir sempre o mesmo caminho. Nada permanece intacto. Nem as nossas convicções, as nossas idéias, por mais que queiramos que permaneçam. Por mais que o passado pareça reconfortar, a vida não se resume somente a isso. É por isso que existe o Sol. Você acordará de manhã, e ele estará lá, pra te lembrar de que não há nada insuperável. Os dias prosseguem. E como já dizia Nietzsche, aquilo que não me destrói, fortalece-me. Tudo é aprendizado, basta você querer enxergar isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7487029384403272903?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7487029384403272903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/mudancas-sao-inevitaveis-consequencias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7487029384403272903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7487029384403272903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/mudancas-sao-inevitaveis-consequencias.html' title='and change...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TEeZ_4CTDDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YIBEfAx2KsA/s72-c/mudanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-12926553677093886</id><published>2010-07-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:31:21.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida é como topografia:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; " &gt;Há picos de felicidades e sucesso... pequenos campos de chata rotina... e vales de frustrações e fracassos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;" &gt;Clavin e Hobbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-12926553677093886?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/12926553677093886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-e-como-topografia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/12926553677093886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/12926553677093886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-e-como-topografia.html' title='Vida é como topografia:'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7155887916574416794</id><published>2010-07-13T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:19:39.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade é não saber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TD0QfGLgbEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Bycyjvdxv_8/s1600/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TD0QfGLgbEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Bycyjvdxv_8/s200/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493565246882737218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="listp" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.75pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;Não saber o que fazer com os dias que ficaram mais compridos, não saber como encontrar tarefas que lhe cessem o pensamento, não saber como frear as lágrimas diante de uma música, não saber como vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7155887916574416794?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7155887916574416794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade-e-nao-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7155887916574416794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7155887916574416794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade-e-nao-saber.html' title='Saudade é não saber...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TD0QfGLgbEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Bycyjvdxv_8/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-4143242874974222150</id><published>2010-07-01T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:42:58.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TC01hdEOr8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/6DLUqAeEi-0/s1600/estrela+cadente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TC01hdEOr8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/6DLUqAeEi-0/s200/estrela+cadente.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489102369688825794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem o meu céu tinha estrelas e era delicioso admirá-lo. Hoje, me dói olhar pra ele. Elas estão lá, mas mais distantes do que posso suportar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-4143242874974222150?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4143242874974222150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/ontem-o-meu-ceu-tinha-estrelas-e-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4143242874974222150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4143242874974222150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/ontem-o-meu-ceu-tinha-estrelas-e-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TC01hdEOr8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/6DLUqAeEi-0/s72-c/estrela+cadente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3718123036055512475</id><published>2010-06-30T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:57:44.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCuB38GWUPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mMXqKHIbMAU/s1600/tumblr_l3xjgeLB2z1qayrx4o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCuB38GWUPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mMXqKHIbMAU/s200/tumblr_l3xjgeLB2z1qayrx4o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488623368906625266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje acordei com uma vontade tamanha de gritar o teu nome, e simplesmente correr para os teus braços, deixar que aquele momento se eternizasse... mas é impossível, as distâncias parecem se multiplicar quando estou longe de você, e o coração parece cada vez mais vazio quando não ouço tua voz e não posso sentir os teu lábios... ¬'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3718123036055512475?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3718123036055512475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoje-acordei-com-uma-vontade-tamanha-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3718123036055512475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3718123036055512475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoje-acordei-com-uma-vontade-tamanha-de.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCuB38GWUPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mMXqKHIbMAU/s72-c/tumblr_l3xjgeLB2z1qayrx4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-995547969789094237</id><published>2010-06-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:44:45.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Chamar alguém de feio não te deixa mais bonito. Excluir uma pessoa não te torna mais popular. Falar que alguém é fraco não te fortalece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-995547969789094237?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/995547969789094237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/chamar-alguem-de-feio-nao-te-deixa-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/995547969789094237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/995547969789094237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/chamar-alguem-de-feio-nao-te-deixa-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-2772249833497438849</id><published>2010-06-22T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:45:36.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things, the better things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCD2ryGN6KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/__z1xoGIS3s/s1600/curtir+a+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCD2ryGN6KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/__z1xoGIS3s/s200/curtir+a+vida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485655578179922082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"As coisas mais perfeitas são aquelas que acontecem naturalmente sem ninguém ter programado ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA, são aquelas que acontecem por instinto ou simplismente por desejos iguais, mesmos objetivos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É isso que torna algo INSIGNIFICANTE tão perfeito, é isso que dá sabor as coisas mais sem gosto, é isso SOMENTE isso que dá vontade de viver!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-2772249833497438849?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2772249833497438849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-things-better-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2772249833497438849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2772249833497438849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-things-better-things.html' title='The little things, the better things...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCD2ryGN6KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/__z1xoGIS3s/s72-c/curtir+a+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5385317552033795342</id><published>2010-06-22T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:09:43.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCD1ZWIBsDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jiAabegIZ18/s1600/amada+flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCD1ZWIBsDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jiAabegIZ18/s200/amada+flores.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485654161922043954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="listp" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.75pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Encontre um homem que te chame de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ao invés de gostosa. Que te ligue de volta quando você desligar na cara dele. Que permaneça acordado só para observar você dormindo. Espere pelo homem que te beije na boca com muito amor, mas que também te beije na testa com muito respeito. Que queira te mostrar para todo mundo mesmo quando você está suando. Um homem que segure sua mão na frente dos amigos dele. Que te ache a mulher mais bonita do mundo mesmo quando você está sem nenhuma maquiagem e que insista em te segurar pela cintura. Aquele que te lembra constantemente o quanto ele se preocupa com você e o quanto sortudo ele é por estar ao seu lado. Espere por aquele que esperará por você. Espere por aquele que vire para os amigos e diga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="listp" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.75pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="listp" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.75pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-5385317552033795342?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5385317552033795342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/encontre-um-homem-que-te-chame-de-linda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5385317552033795342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5385317552033795342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/encontre-um-homem-que-te-chame-de-linda.html' title='Encontre...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TCD1ZWIBsDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jiAabegIZ18/s72-c/amada+flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7715928186389102484</id><published>2010-06-22T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:38:47.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(148, 130, 64); line-height: 16px; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Com o tempo você vai percebendo que as coisas não são como você pensa. As pessoas mudam, e o sentimento delas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7715928186389102484?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7715928186389102484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/com-o-tempo-voce-vai-percebendo-que-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7715928186389102484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7715928186389102484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/com-o-tempo-voce-vai-percebendo-que-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-559028198793670290</id><published>2010-06-18T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:00:32.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora é hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBvCIYU5k4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5VQaf9h_p7U/s1600/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBvCIYU5k4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5VQaf9h_p7U/s200/pensamento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484190420478563202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O relógio marcava exatamente 3:27 da madrugada. Por coincidência, ou não, ela havia nascido há 12 anos mais ou menos nesse horário, talvez fosse chegada a hora de nascer de novo, mudar algumas coisas na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estava aturdida, parada na cama sem saber o que acontecia. Aos poucos conseguia se lembrar que estava sonhando, ou quem sabe, tendo um daqueles pesadelos terríveis que andavam assombrando-lhe. Seu mundo parecia girar, estava muito tonta e tentava lembrar o que acontecera,e conseguiu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sua mente estava clareando e as cenas do seu sonho (sim, era um sonho- ótimo sonho, diga-se de passagem) eram reconstruídas na sua cabeça: lembrou-se que sonhava com o garoto que conhecera pela manhã, conseguia lembrar de cada gesto, cada olhar dele. Também lembrou-se das emoções que aconteceram quando ela foi apresentada ao garoto – novo morador do seu condomínio. Lembrava das suas intenções…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;… E estava decidida: seu sonho se tornaria realidade! Aquele garoto seria conquistado, e ela venceria de vez o fantasma do amor, pois esse sentimento não poderia ser desperdiçado, não agora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;F.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-559028198793670290?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/559028198793670290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/agora-e-hora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/559028198793670290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/559028198793670290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/agora-e-hora.html' title='Agora é hora'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBvCIYU5k4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5VQaf9h_p7U/s72-c/pensamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5082092271842894252</id><published>2010-06-15T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:25:18.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu também não entendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBeNGvUoneI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kqXOymiQYoY/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBeNGvUoneI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kqXOymiQYoY/s200/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483006218268614114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa não é mais uma carta de amor, são pensamentos soltos traduzidos em palavras pra que você possa entender o que eu também não entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;Amar não é ter que ter sempre certeza: é aceitar que ninguém é perfeito pra ninguém; é poder ser você mesmo e não precisar fingir; é tentar esquecer e não conseguir fugir, fugir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Já pensei em te largar... já olhei tantas vezes pro lado, mas quando penso em alguém é por você que fecho os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei que nunca fui perfeito mas com você eu posso ser até eu mesmo, que você vai entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Posso brincar de descobrir desenho em nuvens, posso contar meus pesadelos e até minhas coisas fúteis. Posso tirar a tua roupa, posso fazer o que eu quiser. Posso perder o juízo, mas com você eu tô tranquilo, tranquilo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Agora o que vamos fazer, eu também não sei. Afinal, será que amar é mesmo tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se isso não é amor, o que mais pode ser? Estou aprendendo também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jota Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-5082092271842894252?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5082092271842894252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-eu-tambem-nao-entendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5082092271842894252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5082092271842894252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-eu-tambem-nao-entendo.html' title='O que eu também não entendo'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBeNGvUoneI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kqXOymiQYoY/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3402059237284804856</id><published>2010-06-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:23:46.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE, LOVE, LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBVlQjY1VlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nJrRD3XhmWo/s1600/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBVlQjY1VlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nJrRD3XhmWo/s200/casal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482399456445158994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3402059237284804856?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3402059237284804856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-encontrar-alguem-e-esse-alguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3402059237284804856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3402059237284804856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-encontrar-alguem-e-esse-alguem.html' title='LOVE, LOVE, LOVE'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBVlQjY1VlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nJrRD3XhmWo/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1666815060883186013</id><published>2010-06-13T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:54:52.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBVgtMVR4MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xhgMwObLspE/s1600/Rodrigom_pensar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBVgtMVR4MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xhgMwObLspE/s200/Rodrigom_pensar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482394450914304194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O pensamento é o território mais protegido do mundo e ao mesmo tempo mais livre. Nele cabe um mundaréu de gente, todas as que conhecemos e mais aquelas que imaginamos, e delas somos seu deus e seu diabo. O pensamento não tem fronteiras, lógica, advogado de defesa ou carrasco: é zona franca, é terra de ninguém…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1666815060883186013?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1666815060883186013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-pensamento-e-o-territorio-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1666815060883186013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1666815060883186013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-pensamento-e-o-territorio-mais.html' title='- thoughts'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBVgtMVR4MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xhgMwObLspE/s72-c/Rodrigom_pensar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6238129905031511834</id><published>2010-06-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:11:16.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E cada segundo que eu passo ao seu lado parece eterno, é mágico, é maravilhoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cada olhar, cada sorriso, cada abraço, cada forma de carinho me deixa fascinada, e a imaginar quando isso irá se concretizar, quando isso irá se tornar real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nesse exato momento, meu coração parece confuso: num turbilhão de emoções e sentimentos que são proporcionados pela sua presença, por você ao meu lado... mas não sei se isso é real, ou se é apenas uma fantasia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que seja real, que seja amor &amp;amp; que seja eterno enquanto dure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times: It's you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You make me sing, you're every line, you're every word, you're everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Everything, Michel Bublé)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;F. M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6238129905031511834?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6238129905031511834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6238129905031511834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6238129905031511834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1613792178074264950</id><published>2010-06-10T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:34:16.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She loves you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBFaOst2-zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z__t3wJc2pw/s1600/paixao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBFaOst2-zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z__t3wJc2pw/s200/paixao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481261430054779698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carregue ela e finja que você vai jogá-la na piscina... ela vai gritar e te bater, mas secretamente ela vai amar. Segure sua mão enquanto você conversa, segure sua mão enquanto você dirige... apenas segure sua mão. Diga que ela está linda, olhe em seus olhos enquanto você fala com ela. A proteja. Conte piadas idiotas para ela. Faça cócegas nela, mesmo que ela te mande parar. Quando ela começar a te xingar diga que a ama. Deixe-a adormecer em seus braços. Deixe-a brava, em seguida, beije-a. Provoque ela. Deixe ela te provocar de volta. Beija-a na bochecha, beija-a na testa... apenas beije-a. Deixe-a vestir suas roupas, deixe ela brincar com você, deixe ela se fazer de dificil, entre no jogo dela. Vá devagar. Não force nada, e quando você olhar no fundo dos olhos dela, quando seu coração acelerar e as pernas tremerem, perceba: você AMA essa mulher! faça TUDO para que seus dias sejam os mais perfeitos possiveis, e não a decepcione NUNCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1613792178074264950?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1613792178074264950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-loves-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1613792178074264950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1613792178074264950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-loves-you.html' title='She loves you...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TBFaOst2-zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z__t3wJc2pw/s72-c/paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-454842463691672797</id><published>2010-06-07T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:37:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeends (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TA2GmWTbR0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ewScvNBbu-E/s1600/amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TA2GmWTbR0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ewScvNBbu-E/s400/amigo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480184314959972162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os melhores amigos são tão simples quanto essa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tirinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, mas são essenciais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-454842463691672797?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/454842463691672797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/454842463691672797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/454842463691672797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeends.html' title='Frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeends (:'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TA2GmWTbR0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ewScvNBbu-E/s72-c/amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6099150731129685015</id><published>2010-06-06T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:32:48.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, Modo de Usar:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TAwv7Xc7-xI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p6aB85R4knA/s1600/ver+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TAwv7Xc7-xI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p6aB85R4knA/s320/ver+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479807543557225234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode invadir ou chegar com delicadeza, mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo hábito de revidar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acordo pela manhã com ótimo humor mas... permita que eu escove os dentes primeiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toque muito em mim, principalmente nos cabelos e minta sobre minha nocauteante beleza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho vida própria, me faça sentir saudades, conte algumas coisas que me façam rir, mas não conte piadas e nem seja preconceituoso, não perca tempo, cultivando este tipo de herança de seus pais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viaje antes de me conhecer, sofra antes de mim para reconhecer-me um porto, um albergue da juventude. Eu saio em conta, você não gastará muito comigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acredite nas verdades que digo e também nas mentiras, elas serão raras e sempre por uma boa causa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Respeite meu choro, me deixe sózinha, só volte quando eu chamar e, não me obedeça sempre que eu também gosto de ser contrariada. ( Então fique comigo quando eu chorar, combinado?).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seja mais forte que eu e menos altruísta! Não se vista tão bem... gosto de camisa para fora da calça, gosto de braços, gosto de pernas e muito de pescoço. Reverenciarei tudo em você que estiver a meu gosto: boca, cabelos, os pelos do peito e um joelho esfolado, você tem que se esfolar as vezes, mesmo na sua idade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leia, escolha seus próprios livros, releia-os.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Odeie a vida doméstica e os agitos noturnos. Seja um pouco caseiro e um pouco da vida, não de boate que isto é coisa de gente triste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não seja escravo da televisão, nem xiita contra. Nem escravo meu, nem filho meu, nem meu pai. Escolha um papel para você que ainda não tenha sido preenchido e o invente muitas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Me enlouqueça uma vez por mês, mas me faça uma louca boa, uma louca que ache graça em tudo que rime com louca: loba, boba, rouca, boca ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goste de música e de sexo. Goste de um esporte não muito banal. Não invente de querer muitos filhos, me carregar pra a missa, apresentar sua familia... isso a gente vê depois... se calhar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixa eu dirigir o seu carro, que você adora. Quero ver você nervoso, inquieto, olhe para outras mulheres, tenha amigos e digam muitas bobagens juntos. Não me conte seus segredos ... me faça massagem nas costas. Não fume, beba, chore, eleja algumas contravenções.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me rapte!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se nada disso funcionar ... experimente me amar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6099150731129685015?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6099150731129685015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-modo-de-usar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6099150731129685015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6099150731129685015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-modo-de-usar.html' title='Eu, Modo de Usar:'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/TAwv7Xc7-xI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p6aB85R4knA/s72-c/ver+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1116903019985513633</id><published>2010-05-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:42:43.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_MJZxwiSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/mBuxzN34EGU/s1600/alegria+demais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_MJZxwiSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/mBuxzN34EGU/s200/alegria+demais.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728310643575330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um não. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1116903019985513633?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1116903019985513633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1116903019985513633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1116903019985513633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser feliz'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_MJZxwiSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/mBuxzN34EGU/s72-c/alegria+demais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3758545560262368697</id><published>2010-05-18T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:12:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_L8Y4fYFhI/AAAAAAAAANY/3cQztOMKHnk/s1600/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_L8Y4fYFhI/AAAAAAAAANY/3cQztOMKHnk/s200/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472714001619621394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já sorri e não me sorriram de volta, já amei e não fui correspondida, já chorei e não tive quem enxugasse minhas lágrimas… e pude me ver assim ontem: sozinha num mundo tão cheio, foi assim que percebi que estava dando valor às pessoas erradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas hoje eu acordei e vi que todas as vezes que me senti assim, eu levantei de novo e segui em frente, me dei conta que essas pessoas a quem eu dava tanto valor, nem me enxergavam; pra falar a verdade, as pessoas que me sorriam de volta, me amavam e enxugavam as minhas lágrimas, eram aquelas a quem eu dava menos atenção, menos valor. E eu vi que o mundo não acabava cada vez que alguém dilacerava meu coração, principalmente se essa pessoa não fosse importante de verdade, e decidi que cada vez que um pedaço do meu coração se machucasse eu não iria chorar e deixar que aquela tristeza me levasse a um passado de memórias tristes que deveriam ser esquecidas; decidi que vou me deixar levar ao passado, mas ao passado de lembranças boas e pessoas especiais, que me fazem felizes até hoje, pois só com o apoio dessas pessoas realmente especiais, é que e consegui chegar aqui, e foram elas que me fizeram esquecer, superar cada momento de angustia e solidão, e de sofrimento por quem não merecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;F. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3758545560262368697?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3758545560262368697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3758545560262368697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3758545560262368697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-life.html' title='It&apos;s the life ~'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_L8Y4fYFhI/AAAAAAAAANY/3cQztOMKHnk/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8146225916091864076</id><published>2010-05-17T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:05:21.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_G8sq_ng8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/FZXyQZxnzf0/s1600/amore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_G8sq_ng8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/FZXyQZxnzf0/s200/amore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472362497873249218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;om o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com outra pessoa, você precisa, em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela. Percebe também que aquele alguém que você ama (ou acha que ama) e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente não é o "alguém" da sua vida. Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você. O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você. No final das contas, você vai achar não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8146225916091864076?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8146225916091864076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/com-o-tempo-voce-vai-percebendo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8146225916091864076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8146225916091864076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/com-o-tempo-voce-vai-percebendo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_G8sq_ng8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/FZXyQZxnzf0/s72-c/amore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7826961653651140324</id><published>2010-05-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:50:21.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi que se deve viver apesar de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_G50YlbZlI/AAAAAAAAANA/vcgftsLNBnU/s1600/comoanheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_G50YlbZlI/AAAAAAAAANA/vcgftsLNBnU/s200/comoanheiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472359331835635282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...Apesar de, se deve comer. Apesar de, se deve amar. Apesar de, se deve morrer. Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio apesar de que nos empurra para a frente. Foi o apesar de que me deu uma angústia que insatisfeita foi a criadora de minha própria vida. Foi apesar de que parei na rua e fiquei olhando para você enquanto você esperava um táxi. E desde logo desejando você, esse teu corpo que nem sequer é bonito, mas é o corpo que eu quero. Mas quero inteira, com a alma também. Por isso, não faz mal que você não venha, esperarei quanto tempo for preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7826961653651140324?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7826961653651140324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/aprendi-que-se-deve-viver-apesar-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7826961653651140324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7826961653651140324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/aprendi-que-se-deve-viver-apesar-de.html' title='Aprendi que se deve viver apesar de...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_G50YlbZlI/AAAAAAAAANA/vcgftsLNBnU/s72-c/comoanheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-4590779411635578835</id><published>2010-05-17T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:23:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu hoje acordei triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_Gzevrw5vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6R36EeA9jgc/s1600/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_Gzevrw5vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6R36EeA9jgc/s200/triste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472352363009337074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;Há certos dias quem que sinto esta mesma sensação. E não sei explicar qual a razão porque as mãos com que escrevo estão frias. E pergunto a mim mesma: tu não rias ainda ontem, tão feliz? Dize-me então por que sentes pulsar teu coração destoando das humanas alegrias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nem eu mesma sei dizer por que estou triste. Quem me olha não calcula, com certeza, o imenso caos que no meu peito existe. A tristeza que sinto ninguém vê. É a maior das tristezas, é a tristeza que a gente sente sem saber por que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jorge Araújo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-4590779411635578835?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4590779411635578835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-hoje-acordei-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4590779411635578835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4590779411635578835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-hoje-acordei-triste.html' title='Eu hoje acordei triste'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S_Gzevrw5vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6R36EeA9jgc/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3649608879470603563</id><published>2010-05-14T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:47:17.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra dizer adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-4J-LrZQQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oIVTOa0c_sA/s1600/oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-4J-LrZQQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oIVTOa0c_sA/s200/oi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471321561193070850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você apareceu do nada &amp;amp; você mexeu demais comigo. Não quero ser só mais um amigo... Você nunca me viu sozinho, e você nunca me ouviu chorar. Não dá pra imaginar quando é cedo ou tarde demais pra dizer adeus, pra dizer jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Às vezes fico assim pensando: essa distância é tão ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por que você não vem pra mim?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Titãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3649608879470603563?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3649608879470603563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-apareceu-do-nada-voce-mexeu-demais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3649608879470603563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3649608879470603563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-apareceu-do-nada-voce-mexeu-demais.html' title='Pra dizer adeus'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-4J-LrZQQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oIVTOa0c_sA/s72-c/oi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6729415527369947038</id><published>2010-05-14T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:47:36.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes ;&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-3EoWrtgNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z153Q9RDl84/s1600/se+jogar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-3EoWrtgNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z153Q9RDl84/s200/se+jogar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471245319887749330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos acreditar que tudo que a vida nos oferecerá no futuro é repetir o que fizemos ontem e hoje. Mas, se prestarmos atenção, vamos nos dar conta de que nenhum dia é igual a outro. Cada manhã traz uma benção escondida; uma benção que só serve para esse dia e que não se pode guardar nem desaproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se não usamos este milagre hoje, ele vai se perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Este milagre está nos detalhes do cotidiano; é preciso viver cada minuto porque ali encontramos a saída de nossas confusões, a alegria de nossos bons momentos, a pista correta para a decisão que tomaremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca podemos deixar que cada dia pareça igual ao anterior porque todos os dias são diferentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;porque estamos em constante processo de mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6729415527369947038?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6729415527369947038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6729415527369947038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6729415527369947038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html' title='Changes ;&amp;'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-3EoWrtgNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z153Q9RDl84/s72-c/se+jogar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-4648441786501261748</id><published>2010-05-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:42:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-3Chke07kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LRrVSrKGmrk/s1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-3Chke07kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LRrVSrKGmrk/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471243004309466690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" align="center" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" align="center" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não deixe de acreditar no amor, mas certifique-se de estar entregando seu coração para alguém que dê valor aos mesmos sentimentos que você dá, manifeste suas idéias e planos, para saber se vocês combinam, e certifique-se de que quando estão juntos aquele abraço vale mais que qualquer palavra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" align="center" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" align="center" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-4648441786501261748?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4648441786501261748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4648441786501261748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4648441786501261748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-3Chke07kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LRrVSrKGmrk/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-2792364326411318133</id><published>2010-05-12T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:13:15.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você sabe amar?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-sLd4lnDmI/AAAAAAAAALg/f3zNvjg02Rw/s1600/pensar+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-sLd4lnDmI/AAAAAAAAALg/f3zNvjg02Rw/s200/pensar+amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470478780405845602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu estou aprendendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Estou aprendendo a aceitar as pessoas, mesmo quando elas me desapontam.&lt;br /&gt;Quando fogem do ideal que tenho para elas, quando me ferem com palavras ásperas ou ações impensadas.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil aceitar as pessoas assim como elas são, não como eu desejo que elas sejam.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil, muito difícil, mas estou aprendendo. Estou aprendendo a amar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou aprendendo a escutar, escutar com os olhos e ouvidos, escutar com a alma e com todos os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Escutar o que diz o coração, o que dizem os ombros caídos, os olhos, as mãos irrequietas. Escutar a mensagem que se esconde por entre as palavras corriqueiras, superficiais;&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir a angústia disfarçada, a insegurança mascarada, a solidão encoberta.&lt;br /&gt;Penetrar o sorriso fingido, a alegria simulada, a vangloria exagerada.&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir a dor de cada coração.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, estou aprendendo a amar. Estou aprendendo a perdoar.&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor perdoa, lança fora as mágoas, e apaga as cicatrizes que a incompreensão e insensibilidade gravaram no coração ferido.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não alimenta mágoas com pensamentos dolorosos.&lt;br /&gt;Não cultiva ofensas com lástimas e autocomiseração.&lt;br /&gt;O amor perdoa, esquece, extingue todos os traços de dor no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Passo a passo, estou aprendendo a perdoar, a amar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou aprendendo a descobrir o valor que se encontra dentro de cada vida, de todas as vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Valor soterrado pela rejeição, pela falta de compreensão, carinho e aceitação, pelas experiências duras, vividas ao longo dos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Estou aprendendo a ver, nas pessoas a sua alma e as possibilidades que Deus lhes deu.&lt;br /&gt;Estou aprendendo. Mas como é lenta a aprendizagem!&lt;br /&gt;Todavia, tropeçando, errando, estou aprendendo...&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a pôr de lado as minhas próprias dores, meus interesses, minha ambição, meu orgulho quando estes impedem o bem estar e a felicidade de alguém!&lt;br /&gt;Como é duro amar! Eu estou aprendendo.&lt;br /&gt;E você? Sabe Amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-2792364326411318133?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2792364326411318133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-sabe-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2792364326411318133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2792364326411318133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-sabe-amar.html' title='Você sabe amar?!'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-sLd4lnDmI/AAAAAAAAALg/f3zNvjg02Rw/s72-c/pensar+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-356838041704692507</id><published>2010-05-08T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:59:11.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS QUE SÓ UMA MULHER CONSEGUE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-W0VAsDnjI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cj4KCayXU4A/s1600/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-W0VAsDnjI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cj4KCayXU4A/s200/mulher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468975595566374450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 - Fingir naturalidade durante um exame ginecológico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Usar o poder de uma calça jeans para rediagramar a estrutura do corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Ter crise conjugal, crise existencial, crise de identidade e crise de nervos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Ser mãe solteira, mãe casada, mãe separada, mãe do marido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Lavar a calcinha no chuveiro. E depois pendurá-la na torneira, para horror do sexo masculino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Rasgar a meia na entrada da festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Sentir-se pronta para conquistar o mundo, quando está usando um batom novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8- Chorar no banheiro, e ficar se olhando no espelho para ver qual melhor ângulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Achar que o seu relacionamento acabou, e depois descobrir que era tudo tensão pré-menstrual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Nunca saber se é para dividir a conta, ou se é para ficar meiguinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Dizer não, para ele insistir bastante, e aí ter que dizer sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-356838041704692507?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/356838041704692507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/coisas-que-so-uma-mulher-consegue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/356838041704692507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/356838041704692507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/coisas-que-so-uma-mulher-consegue.html' title='COISAS QUE SÓ UMA MULHER CONSEGUE:'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-W0VAsDnjI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cj4KCayXU4A/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-2106407868414462478</id><published>2010-05-08T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:48:53.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certas Coisas Não se explicam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-WxKR_I-0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TbN4r9DCyl8/s1600/por+do+sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-WxKR_I-0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TbN4r9DCyl8/s200/por+do+sol.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468972112696376130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pior do que se sentir perdida é perder-se em si mesmo. No emaranhado do que você acredita misturado ao que você é ou era. O que você acredita, apostando corrida com o que você mais detesta. O que você tem, jogando palitinhos com o que você quer. Seu amor e suas dores na linha de chegada e o coração de juiz em dia de clássico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não sei se você entende o raciocínio de quem não tem raciocinado ultimamente ou se entende o porquê de certas coisas que não se explicam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando a cabeça não pensa o corpo padece. Mas quando a cabeça pensa demais será que nossa alma enriquece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você cheio de indagações e de táticas que não fazem o menor sentido. (pelo menos para você ou pelo menos naquele momento).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Suas certezas mudam, suas prioridades deixam de ser prioridades, já que você nem sabe mais o que deseja. Até sabe, mas está tão longe e você tão cansado que o mais fácil é deixar que as prioridades te encontrem e você pode fugir do que não interessa. Seus princípios enfraquecidos te cobram uma atitude e você cobra a coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seus olhos pesam e seu coração já bate fraco. De tanto que bateu a vida inteira. De tanto chorar amor e fracassos. De tanto chorar pelo leite derramado você decide que se entender é complicado demais. O quente queima e o frio é gelado demais, vai o morno mesmo que não causa sensação alguma e no momento você não tem sequer condições de sentir algo. Sentir dá trabalho e trabalho acarreta uma série de responsabilidades. Responsabilidade é chato demais e não aquece seus pés nos dias frios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você enfim, opta por decidir somente pelo necessário. Pelo que realmente vai fazer alguma diferença em sua vida e desiste de tentar equilibrar-se, isso é para artista circense e você nem gosta tanto de circo. Melhor deixar assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Uma porta de saída e uma de entrada. O que vale fica e o que não vale que valesse. Nada de culpa ou de noites mal dormidas, nada de coração na boca em de frio na barriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Certas coisas não se explicam. Não existem palavras que as descrevam ou soluções que as resolva . Sentimentos, gestos, sonhos e sorrisos. A alma entende e a boca cala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fernanda Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-2106407868414462478?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2106407868414462478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/certas-coisas-nao-se-explicam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2106407868414462478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2106407868414462478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/certas-coisas-nao-se-explicam.html' title='Certas Coisas Não se explicam'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-WxKR_I-0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TbN4r9DCyl8/s72-c/por+do+sol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1640898031953549451</id><published>2010-05-03T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:09:12.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor Amigo... Será?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S99JZSov_lI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e3tmemxnytE/s1600/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S99JZSov_lI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e3tmemxnytE/s200/amizade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467169171499384402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;inda lembro quando eu era criança, bem pequena mesmo, tinha tantos amigos… e era tão mais simples ter amigos, não era nada sério, havia apenas brincadeira, lembro que nunca briguei com nenhum desses meus “amigos da infância”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas acontece que o tempo passa, né? (não passou tanto assim) e as coisas mudam, tendem a evoluir e fazem com que vejamos tudo de um novo ângulo, com uma nova visão. Isso também acontece com os amigos que aparecem no nosso caminho e os que já estavam nele: as amizades que tínhamos quando éramos crianças evoluem (ou não) e as que aparecem nos mostram coisas novas desse mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é quando a amizade fica “séria” que podemos descobrir quem são nossos amigos de verdade; porque amigo não é aquele que passa a mão pela nossa cabeça e acata todas as nossas atitudes, por mais que elas estejam erradas: amigo é quem te apóia quando você está certo e te ajuda a reencontrar um novo caminho quando você está errado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas acontece, que às vezes, confiamos demais em quem não corresponde a isso, e simplesmente ignoram tudo que foi vivido, desprezando os seus sentimentos. E teimamos em chamar essas pessoas de “melhores amigos”, quando, na verdade, nem amigos de verdade eles são.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A única coisa que posso dizer, com certeza, sobre amizade, é que muitas acontecem na sua vida, mas só as verdadeiras permanecem… e isso, só o tempo e as atitudes podem te mostrar; como dizia Mário Quintana “A amizade é um amor que nunca morre”, só as verdadeiras, claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1640898031953549451?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1640898031953549451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/melhor-amigo-sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1640898031953549451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1640898031953549451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/melhor-amigo-sera.html' title='Melhor Amigo... Será?!'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S99JZSov_lI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e3tmemxnytE/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5786297324194712297</id><published>2010-05-01T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:49:48.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Over The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S9yv8zEagXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0eI86WabZgg/s1600/alem+do+horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S9yv8zEagXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0eI86WabZgg/s200/alem+do+horizonte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466437506756673906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Algum dia eu vou desejar por uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acordar onde as nuvens estão muito atrás de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onde problemas derretem como balas de limão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bem acima dos topos das chaminés é onde você me encontrará,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em algum lugar além do arco-íris pássaros azuis voam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o sonho que você desafiar, por que, porque eu não posso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-5786297324194712297?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5786297324194712297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/algum-dia-eu-vou-desejar-por-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5786297324194712297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5786297324194712297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/algum-dia-eu-vou-desejar-por-uma.html' title='Somewhere Over The Rainbow'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S9yv8zEagXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0eI86WabZgg/s72-c/alem+do+horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8091819628367945666</id><published>2010-04-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:23:00.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Índios e sociedade: uma interação crescente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S9ypaoBB2WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ADd0R7AUk7w/s1600/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S9ypaoBB2WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ADd0R7AUk7w/s200/05.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466430322604366178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Aproveitando que no mês dia abril, o dia 19 é dedicado à comemoração do dia do Índio, participei de um seminário com índios alagoanos da tribo Kariri-Xocó, que moram na cidade de Porto Real do Colégio (margens do Rio São Francisco), e estiveram na minha cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesse evento pude ver manifestações artísticas como o artesanato, a dança e as cantigas populares (chamadas de Toré) da aldeia, e entrevistar o pajé da tribo para conhecer um pouco mais do seu dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O artesanato é extremamente bem feito, preocupado em mostrar os traços da cultura local, além de ser funcional, em sua maioria. As mulheres trabalham com o barro, que é modelado e transformado em cerâmica, enquanto os homens trabalham com a madeira, na criação de ferramentas que são usadas na caça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os índios Kariri-Xocó moram na mata e produzem alimento, medicamentos e vestimentas, mas, apesar disto, estão cada vez mais próximos dos costumes da sociedade: eles frequentam uma casa construída pela Funai que tem energia elétrica e toda infra-estrutura necessária para educação dos pequenos índios, que aprendem segundo as normas básicas de educação brasileira (motivo pelo qual a língua-mãe da aldeia está sendo perdida). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Além disso, o pajé da aldeia, índio Moirá, nos contou que casamentos são realizados no Cartório e as crianças são batizadas na igreja da cidade, o que aproxima os índios da população local, mas também afasta-os de seus costumes e tradições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8091819628367945666?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8091819628367945666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/indios-e-sociedade-uma-interacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8091819628367945666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8091819628367945666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/indios-e-sociedade-uma-interacao.html' title='Índios e sociedade: uma interação crescente'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S9ypaoBB2WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ADd0R7AUk7w/s72-c/05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8534734069803483528</id><published>2010-04-19T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:22:47.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8z2XgFtRoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B4mWxUYwh6Y/s1600/felicidade_bolhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8z2XgFtRoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B4mWxUYwh6Y/s200/felicidade_bolhas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462011331704866434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser. Seja o que você quer ser, porque você possui apenas uma vida e nela só se tem uma chance, de fazer aquilo que se quer. Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce. Dificuldades para fazê-la forte. Tristeza para fazê-la humana. E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz. As pessoas mais felizes, não têm as melhores coisas; elas sabem fazer o melhor, das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos. A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram. Para aqueles que se machucam. Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre. E para aqueles que reconhecem, a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas. O futuro mais brilhante, é baseado num passado intensamente vivido. Você só terá sucesso na vida, quando perdoar os erros e as decepções do passado. A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar duram uma eternidade. A vida não é de se brincar, porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8534734069803483528?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8534734069803483528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8534734069803483528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8534734069803483528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-vida.html' title='Na vida...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8z2XgFtRoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B4mWxUYwh6Y/s72-c/felicidade_bolhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-325342880011050385</id><published>2010-04-19T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:27:14.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDAÇOS DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8z0vd7dhZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h1m3WOx92EA/s1600/pedacos+de+mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8z0vd7dhZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h1m3WOx92EA/s200/pedacos+de+mim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462009544418624914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sou feito de sonhos interrompidos, detalhes despercebidos, amores mal resolvidos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou feito de choros sem ter razão, pessoas no coração, atos por impulsão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de lugares que não conheci, experiências que não vivi, momentos que já esqueci;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou amor e carinho constante, distraída até o bastante, não paro por instante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tive noites mal dormidas, perdi pessoas muito queridas, cumpri coisas não-prometidas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes eu desisti sem mesmo tentar, pensei em fugir,para não enfrentar, sorri para não chorar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto pelas coisas que não mudei, amizades que não cultivei, aqueles que eu julguei, coisas que eu falei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudade, de pessoas que fui conhecendo, lembranças que fui esquecendo, amigos que acabei perdendo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-325342880011050385?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/325342880011050385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/pedacos-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/325342880011050385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/325342880011050385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/pedacos-de-mim.html' title='PEDAÇOS DE MIM'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8z0vd7dhZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h1m3WOx92EA/s72-c/pedacos+de+mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-4541774469933552467</id><published>2010-04-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:11:34.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon disse:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ndd59Du7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CHFXysDwdSw/s1600/pessoas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ndd59Du7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CHFXysDwdSw/s200/pessoas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461139529006300082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Fizeram a gente acreditar que amor mesmo, amor pra valer, só acontece uma vez, geralmente antes dos 30 anos. Não contaram para nós que amor não é acionado, nem chega com hora marcada. Fizeram a gente acreditar que cada um de nós é a metade de uma laranja e que a vida só ganha sentido quando encontramos a outra metade. Não contaram que já nascemos inteiros, que ninguém em nossa vida merece carregar nas costas a responsabilidade de completar o que nos falta: Nós crescemos através de nós mesmos. Se estivermos em boa companhia, é só mais agradável. Fizeram a gente acreditar em uma fórmula chamada "dois em um": Duas pessoas pensando igual, agindo igual, que era isso que funcionava. Não nos contaram que isso tem nome: Anulação. Que só sendo indivíduos com personalidade própria é que poderemos ter uma relação saudável. Fizeram a gente acreditar que casamento é obrigatório e que desejos fora de hora devem ser reprimidos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-4541774469933552467?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4541774469933552467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/john-lennon-disse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4541774469933552467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4541774469933552467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/john-lennon-disse.html' title='John Lennon disse:'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ndd59Du7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CHFXysDwdSw/s72-c/pessoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8757366445413823257</id><published>2010-04-16T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:12:38.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatos de uma bem mal-sucedida “viagem”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8juqEp1HnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/msNwjUURsEk/s1600/dsc01102k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8juqEp1HnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/msNwjUURsEk/s200/dsc01102k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460876954757832306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Micareta, uma semana de folga do colégio depois de uma seqüência infindável de provas, eis que tenho duas opções sugeridas pela minha mãe: passar alguns dias na casa da minha avó e aproveitar a festa, ou ir pra casa de minha tia grávida, num bairro “um pouco” distante do centro, pra descansar e tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como não sou uma pessoa muito chegada a multidões, escolhi a segunda opção e arrumei as malas (sim, malas, já que minha mãe não é nada exagerada e aprontou 3 mochilas para um período de 3 dias– vai ver que é uma mala por dia, né?! Vai entender!), voltando para a minha escolha, resolvemos ir na sexta-feira a tarde, com o carro quase vazio: eu, minha mãe, meu tio, minha avó e, de quebra, meu cachorro e as poucas malas (pense num conforto!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entramos no carro e tcharam... ele não queria funcionar: pelo menos uns 10 minutos para que o querido carro do meu querido tio resolvesse ligar pra que pudéssemos começar o nosso percurso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começamos até bem: estava sentindo uma cólica infernal, com o cotovelo de minha avó perfurando as minhas costelas, o cachorro latindo e minha mãe conversando com ele (sim, ela tem mania de dialogar com meu cachorro!) e, pra melhorar, meu tio ligou o som e colocou aquela seleção musical, estilo “dor de corno” que só ele tem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calma, como eu estava, fechei meus olhinhos e comecei a fazer algo parecido com uma meditação, algo que levasse meu pensamento pra bem, bem longe dali. Passei um bom tempo daquele jeito, até perceber que já estava chegando no nosso destino, por ter começado um “samba dos buracos”: era tanto, mas tanto buraco que o carro não parava quieto e nós ficávamos balançando constantemente, que nem aqueles bonequinhos do carnaval de Olinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Terminada a viagem de cerca de 50 minutos (que pareceu ter muito mais, pra deixar bem claro), chegamos ao nosso destino, e eu pude ficar mais feliz ainda ao descobrir que meus celulares quase não pegavam no local e a internet ficaria bem lenta; mas valeu a pena: conheci o quarto e as roupinhas do meu futuro lindo primo Theo (que cutie!) e, de bônus, conheci a cachorra Flica (olha que nome bonito!) e a papagaia Anita, que moram na casa da minha tia. Agora, espero as surpresas dos próximos dois dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8757366445413823257?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8757366445413823257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/relatos-de-uma-bem-mal-sucedida-viagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8757366445413823257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8757366445413823257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/relatos-de-uma-bem-mal-sucedida-viagem.html' title='Relatos de uma bem mal-sucedida “viagem”'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8juqEp1HnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/msNwjUURsEk/s72-c/dsc01102k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3838300953193119157</id><published>2010-04-16T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:31:27.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ie6FtaXBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zf7Q5hfPhbQ/s1600/casal+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ie6FtaXBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zf7Q5hfPhbQ/s200/casal+chuva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460789268988976146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(61, 25, 87); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... Alguém que tenha coragem. E saiba amar coisas simples e mulheres loucas. Quero alguém que acredite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em realidade. Que" st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;em realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Que esteja farto de sonhos perfeitos e Romeu e Julieta. Quero alguém que entenda o que é TPM. Que me faça rir. E que minta pouco. Quero alguém que goste de ler. Que me dê presentes fora de época. E que goste de falar besteira e rir das minhas. Quero um amor que traga chocolate meio-amargo, compre passatempo com coca-cola, cremes da Lancome e duas alianças. Que tenha uma casa. Com guarda-roupa. TV grande. Banheira de pé. Jardim com laguinho. Cachorro.Uma cama de casal. ENORME. E me dê um filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Mas se ele for cheiroso e beijar gostoso, esqueça tudo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ps: e se for você, eu me contento com um banho de mangueira (no lugar da banheira), um banho de chuva (no lugar do laguinho) e creme de aveia Davene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fernanda Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3838300953193119157?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3838300953193119157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/eu-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3838300953193119157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3838300953193119157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/eu-quero.html' title='Eu quero...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ie6FtaXBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zf7Q5hfPhbQ/s72-c/casal+chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1756438930952631939</id><published>2010-04-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:50:07.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples Assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma noite, um velho índio contou ao neto sobre uma batalha que acontece dentro das pessoas. Ele disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Há uma batalha entre dois lobos dentro de todos nós. Um é mau: é a raiva, a inveja, o ciúme, a tristeza, o desgosto, a cobiça, a arrogância, o medo, pena de si mesmo, a culpa, o ressentimento, a inferioridade, as mentiras, o orgulho falso, a superioridade e o ego. O outro é bom: é a alegria, a paz, a esperança, a serenidade, a humildade, a bondade, a benevolência, a empatia, a generosidade, a verdade, a compaixão, a fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O neto pensou naquilo por alguns minutos e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Qual o lobo que vence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o velho índio respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- O que você alimenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1756438930952631939?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1756438930952631939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/simples-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1756438930952631939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1756438930952631939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/simples-assim.html' title='Simples Assim...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3788841665836150680</id><published>2010-04-14T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:34:40.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ZCOpl1ROI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P35-L8Kkyu4/s1600/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ZCOpl1ROI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P35-L8Kkyu4/s200/words.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460124417683440866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amo letras, palavras, frases, textos... sou apaixonada por leitura! Mas uma coisa nas palavras me incomoda: parece que elas fogem de mim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É assim, milhares (milhares mesmo) de temas, ideias legas rondam constantemente a minha cabeça, me animam, entusiasmam, mas na hora que eu pego o lápis e o papel, ou sento na frente do computador, parece que elas fogem, simplesmente somem da minha mente como num passe de mágica.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu fico lá, inerte, perdida num mundo de idéias que  não mais existe, tentando procurar uma inspiração pra escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3788841665836150680?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3788841665836150680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3788841665836150680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3788841665836150680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/words.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8ZCOpl1ROI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P35-L8Kkyu4/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-687471270906413041</id><published>2010-04-14T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:35:34.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A emoção do jornalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8Y_n_KDSUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/thvh2LY6DTM/s1600/prof-reporter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8Y_n_KDSUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/thvh2LY6DTM/s200/prof-reporter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460121554434345282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me emocionei demais (que novidade!) neste último Profissão Repórter, sobre a tragédia provocada pelas fortes chuvas no Rio de Janeiro; mostrar de perto a dor dos outros sem ser sensacionalista é coisa rara, muito rara na TV, já que a incessante busca pelo ibope faz com que os programas percam cada vez mais a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas acontece que eu também chorei em coberturas que traziam a esperança, como a reconstrução do Haiti; que mostravam a ansiedade e a vibração, no caso das reportagens sobre as ultimas rodadas e a final do Brasileirão 2009 (em que o meu Flamengo foi o grande campeão!) ou a emoção e o cuidado, como foi mostrado no tratamento e cuidado dos doentes paliativos, e muitas outras edições que abordaram outros temas diversos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu percebi uma coisa: mais do que me emocionar com o tema abordado em cada edição do Profissão Repórter, me emocionei com o modo que isso é feito, como esse tema é abordado. A proximidade e a extrema mostra de realidade do tema é o que chama atenção; a experiência, as emoções e a vivencia dos repórteres em contato com as histórias mostradas é que gera essa grande gama de sentimentos e que me leva a refletir, já que é isso que eu acho bonito, é isso que eu quero fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-687471270906413041?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/687471270906413041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/emocao-no-jornalismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/687471270906413041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/687471270906413041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/emocao-no-jornalismo.html' title='A emoção do jornalismo'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8Y_n_KDSUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/thvh2LY6DTM/s72-c/prof-reporter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-691264947710938737</id><published>2010-04-12T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:40:26.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 MANEIRAS DE SER ÚTIL NO TWITTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OJByGlR6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TPNInwS65Ss/s1600/twitter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OJByGlR6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TPNInwS65Ss/s320/twitter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459357837025429410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;O Twitter é uma ferramenta de conversação que explodiu na internet, e muita gente ainda nem tem a noção para que serve. Uns acham que é um MSN piorado, pois não lida com imagens, outros já entendem que é uma poderosa ferramenta de redes sociais e webmarketing. Não há um jeito certo de usar o Twitter, e seguir ao pé da letra o "O que você está fazendo", é somente a ponta do iceberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Abaixo estão 10 maneiras para você ser útil no Twitter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 - Seja legal: Muita coisa tem sido falado por aí no Twitter, e se você gostou de algum assunto dito por alguém, siga-o. Se você leu um ótimo artigo num determinado blog, deixe um comentário, diga aos outros sobre tal post, dê um re-tweet. Se alguém fizer um re-tweet de um post seu, agradeça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;2 - A arte do "Retwitt": Retwittar é fazer com que a informação se espalhe mais rapidamente. Muitas pessoas postam links interessantes, especialmente as que você segue, portanto retwitte-as! Assim os links irão fluir e alcançar um monte de pessoas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;3 - Mencione algo de interesse: Ok, todos nós temos alguma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vooz.com.br/noticias/10-maneiras-de-ser-util-no-twitter-19824.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; sobre alguma coisa, um hobbie ou somos especialistas em algum assunto. Quem sabe você saiba muito mais sobre os antigos bonecos do Falcon, um amante da cerveja ou um guru de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vooz.com.br/noticias/10-maneiras-de-ser-util-no-twitter-19824.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;viagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. Conecte-se com as pessoas, faça uma procura (search), determinados tópicos geram muitas conversas. Faça novos amigos, ajude-os dividindo o seu conhecimento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;4 - Seja você: Lembre-se que você só tem 140 caracteres, seja breve, chegue ao ponto. Mas seja você mesmo! Escreva sobre o que você gosta, fale sobre coisas que te importam. Você tem que ser autêntico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;5 - Não faça spam: Ok, somos tentados a falar sobre grandes negócios que podem render muita grana, ou enviar milhões de notas sobre algum evento, mas NINGUÉM SE IMPORTARÁ COM ESSAS COISAS! De novo, seja autêntico, mostre o seu conhecimento e coloque o link do seu negócio em sua descrição que está no seu perfil. Com certeza, alguém que procure pelo seu tipo de negócio chegará até você e assim, será conhecido por todos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;6 - Monitore seus tweets com alguns programas: Use programas que monitora seus tweets e seu grupo de seguidores, tais como TweetDeck , Twirl ou Tweetie. Numa rede social como o twitter, as coisas crescem de tal maneira que você pode se perder. Estes programas servem para interagir mais facilmente com os seus seguidores, seus twets e suas mensagens diretas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;7 - Integração em outras mídias: Faça uma integração dos seus tweets em seu blog, no perfil do seu Facebook ou em alguma outra aplicação. Use widgets para mostrar os seus tweets em tempo real. Coloque o seu endereço para que as pesoas possam te encontrar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;8 - As hashtags são suas amigas: Se você estiver twittando sobre algum evento ou tópico que esteja no topo, coloque um #hashtag. O #FollowFriday é uma tag em que alguém recomenda pessoas para serem seguidas na sexta-feira.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;9 - Atualize o seu perfil: Certifique-se que você tem links corretos e uma boa descrição em seu perfil. Muitos seguidores querem saber quem é você, o que você faz e conhecer algum conteúdo produzido por você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;10 - Seja útil: Não fique incessantemente twittando sobre coisas fúteis, como "Vou pegar as crianças na escola", "Estou fazendo a janta", "acabei de acordar" ou "estou indo ao banheiro". Pare com isso. Seja útil e traga algo interessante, divertido para ser discutido. Não siga ao pé da letra ao "O que você está fazendo".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Vamos acrescentar mais um ítem nessa lista:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;11 - Escreva como uma pessoa normal: Por favor, não escreva em miguxês, internetês ou orkutês. O Twitter é uma ferramenta séria, que se bem usada, pode lhe trazer grandes benefícios. Use o português (ou qualquer outra língua) pura e simplesmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Texto publicado no Canal Vooz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-691264947710938737?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/691264947710938737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-maneiras-de-ser-util-no-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/691264947710938737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/691264947710938737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-maneiras-de-ser-util-no-twitter.html' title='10 MANEIRAS DE SER ÚTIL NO TWITTER'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OJByGlR6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TPNInwS65Ss/s72-c/twitter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8747498628674456803</id><published>2010-04-10T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T08:47:16.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Coisas da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8EVcopB6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7fuNAGBWf7I/s1600/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8EVcopB6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7fuNAGBWf7I/s200/feliz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458667805039782354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: 300;  color: rgb(81, 96, 100); font-family:HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%; font-family:Verdana;color:black"&gt;Já escondi um amor com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um amor por escondê-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:Verdana;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri que eles não existem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas que amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já tive crises de riso quando não podia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém, mas nunca lhe disse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade... Já tive medo do escuro, hoje no escuro "me acho, me agacho, fico ali".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já cai inúmeras vezes achando que não iria me reerguer, já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo. Mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo" e descobri que não eram... Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;- E daí? EU ADORO VOAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8747498628674456803?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8747498628674456803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/coisas-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8747498628674456803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8747498628674456803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/coisas-da-vida.html' title='- Coisas da Vida'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8EVcopB6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7fuNAGBWf7I/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-4046382135064037773</id><published>2010-04-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:40:51.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8EXcqvkn4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7wFo17m9paU/s1600/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8EXcqvkn4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7wFo17m9paU/s200/triste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458670004627349378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tentando descobrir o por que desse vazio aqui dentro, o por que de tanta insegurança e de tanto desânimo. Me sinto num turbilhão de emoções, que mudam constantemente e me deixam atordoada, sem saber o que realmente fazer ou sentir... Não sei o que me move, o que me impulsiona; me sinto sozinha no mundo, mesmo sabendo que estou cercada de pessoas maravilhosas e que me amam muito... Se agora estou sorrindo, daqui a dois minutos posso estar extremamente triste (e vice-versa), isso me incomoda, me angustia, é algo que não sei explicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-4046382135064037773?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4046382135064037773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4046382135064037773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4046382135064037773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_10.html' title='#'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8EXcqvkn4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7wFo17m9paU/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5592914683378746966</id><published>2010-04-06T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:41:16.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jornalismo é paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7u4rl_O2zI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vk2ELdhl62Y/s1600/jornalismolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7u4rl_O2zI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vk2ELdhl62Y/s200/jornalismolk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457158432560700210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque o jornalismo é uma paixão insaciável que só se pode digerir e humanizar mediante a confrontação descarnada com a realidade. Quem não sofreu essa servidão que se alimenta dos imprevistos da vida, não pode imaginá-la. Quem não viveu a palpitação sobrenatural da notícia, o orgasmo do furo, a demolição moral do fracasso, não pode sequer conceber o que são. Ninguém que não tenha nascido para isso e esteja disposto a viver só para isso poderia persistir numa profissão tão incompreensível e voraz, cuja obra termina depois de cada notícia, como se fora para sempre, mas que não concede um instante de paz enquanto não torna a começar com mais ardor do que nunca no minuto seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-5592914683378746966?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5592914683378746966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5592914683378746966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5592914683378746966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_06.html' title='Jornalismo é paixão'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7u4rl_O2zI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vk2ELdhl62Y/s72-c/jornalismolk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1782122900567430732</id><published>2010-04-01T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:05:39.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você ainda vai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UVkdkdTnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wlo2LSEKrpI/s1600/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UVkdkdTnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wlo2LSEKrpI/s200/pensamento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455290239786241650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;odiar a mesma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, vai querer morrer e vai querer viver mais, vai se perguntar o porquê de gostar, o porquê de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Vai rir das coisas que passou, vai rir de como você era, de como você é, e de como você pensa ser. Vai querer mudar de nome, vai querer ser outra pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;vai perceber que você mudou muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, ou que você sempre foi a mesma pessoa! Vai querer rir com vontade de chorar, chorar com vontade de rir, vai acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;desacreditar, vai se perder em sua própria vida, vai arriscar mesmo sabendo das conseqüências. Vai deixar de tentar por medo, dúvidas, vai se arrepender,vai querer voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. Vai querer sumir, se mudar para outro país. Vai querer recomeçar, mesmo nunca tendo começado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;vai fazer planos com outra pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, mesmo ela nunca ter feito parte disso. Vai depender de alguém, vai pedir ajuda. Vai perder o orgulho. Vai perceber que mesmo sendo sempre a mesma pessoa, você nunca é você mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1782122900567430732?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1782122900567430732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/voce-ainda-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1782122900567430732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1782122900567430732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/voce-ainda-vai.html' title='Você ainda vai...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UVkdkdTnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wlo2LSEKrpI/s72-c/pensamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1610873721833316182</id><published>2010-04-01T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:55:31.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UWMmSQwzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L2J0wbBK6wY/s1600/all+star+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UWMmSQwzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L2J0wbBK6wY/s200/all+star+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455290929320608562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="fr01" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um dia tu vais compreender que não existe nenhuma pessoa totalmente má, nenhuma pessoa completamente boa. Tu vais ver que todos nós somos apenas humanos. E sofrerás muito quando resolveres dizer só aquilo que pensas e fazer só aquilo que gostas. Aí sim, todos te virarão as costas e te acharão mau por não quereres entrar na ciranda deles, compreendes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr01" style="text-align: right;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1610873721833316182?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1610873721833316182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1610873721833316182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1610873721833316182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='[...]'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UWMmSQwzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L2J0wbBK6wY/s72-c/all+star+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7210385765448017572</id><published>2010-03-27T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:31:51.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 coisas que levei anos pra aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Uma pessoa que é boa com você, mas grosseira com o garçom ou empregado, não pode ser uma boa pessoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. As pessoas que querem compartilhar as visões religiosas delas com você, quase nunca querem que você compartilhe as suas com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ninguém liga se você não sabe dançar. Levante e dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A força mais destrutiva do universo é a fofoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Não confunda sua carreira com sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jamais, sob quaisquer circunstâncias, tome um remédio para dormir e um laxante na mesma noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Se você tivesse que identificar, em uma palavra, a razão pela qual a raça humana ainda não atingiu todo o seu potencial, essa palavra seria 'reuniões'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Há uma linha muito tênue entre 'hobby' e 'doença mental'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Seus amigos de verdade amam você de qualquer jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lembre-se: nem sempre os profissionais são os melhores. Um amador construiu a Arca. Um grande grupo de profissionais construiu o Titanic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7210385765448017572?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7210385765448017572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-coisas-que-levei-anos-pra-aprender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7210385765448017572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7210385765448017572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-coisas-que-levei-anos-pra-aprender.html' title='10 coisas que levei anos pra aprender'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3767003906206263776</id><published>2010-03-25T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:21:43.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REASON - A RAZÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Não sou uma pessoa perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Há muitas coisas que eu gostaria de não ter feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Mas eu continuo aprendendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca quis fazer aquelas coisas a você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então tenho de dizer,antes de partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que só quero que você saiba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrei uma razão pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para mudar quem eu costumava ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma razão pra começar tudo de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a razão é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto muito por ter te machucado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É algo com que tenho de viver diariamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E com toda a dor que te causei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espero poder levá-la embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ser aquele que segura todas as suas lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É por isso que eu preciso que você ouça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrei uma razão pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para mudar quem eu costumava ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma razão pra começar tudo de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a razão é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3767003906206263776?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3767003906206263776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/reason-razao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3767003906206263776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3767003906206263776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/reason-razao.html' title='THE REASON - A RAZÃO'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-4964953807232027146</id><published>2010-03-20T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:28:56.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRENDI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendi que eu não posso exigir o amor de ninguém.  Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim e ter paciência, para que a vida faça o resto. Aprendi que não importa o quanto certas coisas sejam importantes para mim, tem gente que não dá a mínima e eu jamais conseguirei convencê-las. Aprendi que posso passar anos construindo uma verdade e destruí-la em apenas alguns segundos. Que posso usar o meu charme por apenas 15 minutos, depois disso, preciso saber do que estou falando. Eu aprendi...Que posso fazer algo em um minuto e ter que responder por isso o resto da vida. Aprendi que preciso escolher entre controlar meus pensamentos ou ser controlado por eles. Que os heróis são pessoas que fazem o que acham que devem fazer naquele momento, independentemente do medo que sente. Aprendi que perdoar exige muita prática. Que há muita gente que gosta de mim, mas não consegue expressar isso. Aprendi... Que nos momentos mais difíceis, a ajuda veio justamente daquela pessoa que eu achava que iria tentar piorar as coisas. Aprendi que posso ficar furioso, tenho o direito de me irritar, mas não tenho o direito de ser cruel. Que jamais posso dizer a uma criança que seus sonhos são impossíveis, pois seria uma tragédia para o mundo se eu conseguisse convencê-la disso. Eu aprendi que meu melhor amigo vai me machucar de vez em quando, e que eu tenho que me acostumar com isso. Que não é o bastante ser perdoado pelos outros, eu preciso me perdoar primeiro. Aprendi que, não importa o quanto meu coração esteja sofrendo, o mundo não vai parar por causa disso. Eu aprendi... Que as circunstâncias de minha infância são responsáveis pelo que eu sou, mas não pelas escolhas que eu faço quando adulto. Aprendi que a minha existência pode mudar para sempre, em poucas horas, por causa de gente que eu nunca vi antes. Aprendi também que diplomas na parede não me fazem mais respeitável ou mais sábio. Aprendi que as palavras de amor perdem o sentido, quando usadas sem critério. E que amigos não são apenas para guardar no fundo do peito, mas para mostrar que são amigos. Aprendi que certas pessoas vão embora da nossa vida de qualquer maneira, mesmo que desejemos retê-las para sempre. Aprendi, afinal, que é difícil traçar uma linha entre ser gentil, não ferir as pessoas, e saber lutar pelas coisas em que acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-4964953807232027146?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4964953807232027146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4964953807232027146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/4964953807232027146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/aprendi.html' title='APRENDI'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-2949807955089413364</id><published>2010-03-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:58:11.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver Despenteada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UW3SS-KvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3z8z_bndqyk/s1600/deespenteada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UW3SS-KvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3z8z_bndqyk/s200/deespenteada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455291662689250034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje aprendi que é preciso deixar que a vida te despenteie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco...&lt;br /&gt;O que é gostoso, engorda. O que é lindo, custa caro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol que ilumina o teu rosto enruga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o que é realmente bom dessa vida, despenteia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fazer amor, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Rir às gargalhadas, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Viajar, voar, correr, entrar no mar, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Tirar a roupa, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Beijar à pessoa amada, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Brincar, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Cantar até ficar sem ar, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Dançar até duvidar se foi boa idéia colocar aqueles saltos gigantes essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então, como sempre, cada vez que nos vejamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu vou estar com o cabelo bagunçado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas pode ter certeza que estarei passando pelo momento mais feliz da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;É a lei da vida: sempre vai estar mais despenteada a mulher que decide ir no primeiro carrinho da montanha russa, que aquela que decide não subir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que me sinta tentada a ser uma mulher impecável, toda arrumada por dentro e por fora.&lt;br /&gt;O aviso de páginas amarelas deste mundo exige boa presença: Arrume o cabelo, coloque, tire, compre, corra, emagreça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coma coisas saudáveis, caminhe direito, fique séria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e talvez deveria seguir as instruções, mas quando vão me dar a ordem de ser feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por acaso não se dão conta que para ficar bonita eu tenha que me sentir bonita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa mais bonita que posso ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O único, o que realmente importa é que ao me olhar no espelho, veja a mulher que devo ser.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, minha recomendação a todas as mulheres:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue-se, coma coisas gostosas, beije, abrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance, apaixone-se, relaxe, viaje, pule, durma tarde, acorde cedo, corra, voe, cante, arrume-se para ficar linda, arrume-se para ficar confortável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire a paisagem, aproveite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e acima de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;deixa a vida te despentear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior que pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é que, rindo frente ao espelho, você precise se pentear de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-2949807955089413364?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2949807955089413364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/viver-despenteada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2949807955089413364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/2949807955089413364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/viver-despenteada.html' title='Viver Despenteada'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S7UW3SS-KvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3z8z_bndqyk/s72-c/deespenteada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3135861559005572537</id><published>2010-03-15T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:40:55.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem ama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OFOyvDdZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HsmsT7nMXL8/s1600/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OFOyvDdZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HsmsT7nMXL8/s200/casal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459353662486967698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem ama nada exige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Arial;font-size:10.5pt;color:black;"&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perdoa sem traçar condições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe sacrificar-se pela felicidade alheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Renuncia com alegria ao que mais deseja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não espera reconhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Serve sem cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apaga-te para que outros brilhem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Silencia as aflições, ocultando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as próprias lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Retribui o mal com o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É sempre o mesmo em qualquer situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vive para ser útil aos semelhantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agradece a cruz que leva sobre os ombros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fala esclarecendo e ouve compreendendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crê na Verdade e procura ser justo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem ama, qual o samaritano anônimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;da parábola do Mestre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;levanta os caídos da estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;balsamiza-lhes as chagas, abraça-os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fraternalmente e segue adiante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3135861559005572537?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3135861559005572537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-ama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3135861559005572537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3135861559005572537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-ama.html' title='Quem ama...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OFOyvDdZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HsmsT7nMXL8/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8492493468668775209</id><published>2010-03-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:39:06.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OErs034VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fb0mlCCDW_k/s1600/apagar+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OErs034VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fb0mlCCDW_k/s200/apagar+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459353059605340498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis, tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis - já fiz coisas por impulso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já me decepcionei com pessoas que eu nunca pensem que iriam me decepcionar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, mas também já decepcionei alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já abracei pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, já dei risada quando não podia, fiz amigos eternos, e amigos que eu nunca mais vi - amei e fui amada, mas também já fui rejeitada, fui amada e não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade, já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas, e quebrei a cara muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos, já liguei só para escutar uma voz, me apaixonei por um sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade, e tive medo de perder alguém especial. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois é, perdi, mas a vida não para, e a lei é RECOMEÇAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; abraçar a vida com paixão, perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a vida é muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;para ser insignificante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lingoes Unicode';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8492493468668775209?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8492493468668775209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8492493468668775209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8492493468668775209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ja.html' title='VIDA'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S8OErs034VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fb0mlCCDW_k/s72-c/apagar+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8605166011400004926</id><published>2010-03-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:20:43.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mudança é a lei da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5wKP2nOdHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ipAY5Nd4UvA/s1600-h/BXK29423_mudanca-de-temperatura800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5wKP2nOdHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ipAY5Nd4UvA/s200/BXK29423_mudanca-de-temperatura800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448240916685812850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baixaki.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK29423_mudanca-de-temperatura800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...E aqueles que confiam somente no passado ou no presente estão destinados a perder o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso mudar. Eu posso viver da minha imaginação ao invés da minha memória. Eu posso me amarrar ao meu potencial ilimitado ao invés do meu passado limitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo para a mudança é a aceitação. Uma vez que você aceite a si mesmo, você abre a porta para a mudança. Isso é tudo o que você tem que fazer. Mudança não é algo que você faz, é algo que você permite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer que as coisas sejam diferentes, talvez a resposta é se tornar diferente você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8605166011400004926?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8605166011400004926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mudanca-e-lei-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8605166011400004926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8605166011400004926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mudanca-e-lei-da-vida.html' title='A mudança é a lei da vida...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5wKP2nOdHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ipAY5Nd4UvA/s72-c/BXK29423_mudanca-de-temperatura800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6842510855806038223</id><published>2010-03-11T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:50:53.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Questions?! &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/FannyMacedo" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/FannyMacedo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6842510855806038223?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6842510855806038223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6842510855806038223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6842510855806038223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-265895157853018700</id><published>2010-03-11T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:56:58.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Idade de Ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mVMQCwN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/8ytnHwCNI0c/s1600-h/idadeparaserfeliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mVMQCwN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/8ytnHwCNI0c/s200/idadeparaserfeliz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447549261978810322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ter energia bastante para realizá-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem medo, nem culpa de sentir prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e recriar a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nossa própria imagem e semelhança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e vestir-se com todas as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e experimentar todos os sabores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e entregar-se a todos os amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem preconceito nem pudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tentar algo NOVO, de NOVO e de NOVO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quantas vezes for preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chama-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PRESENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e tem a duração do instante que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gautami;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-265895157853018700?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/265895157853018700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/idade-de-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/265895157853018700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/265895157853018700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/idade-de-ser-feliz.html' title='A Idade de Ser Feliz'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mVMQCwN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/8ytnHwCNI0c/s72-c/idadeparaserfeliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1691700046803580533</id><published>2010-03-11T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:25:04.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxo de tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mOZuukWvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ow8fxbyKNeE/s1600-h/tempo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mOZuukWvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ow8fxbyKNeE/s320/tempo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447541796972550898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós falamos demais, amamos raramente, odiamos freqüentemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós bebemos demais, gastamos sem critérios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dirigimos rápido demais, ficamos acordados até muito mais tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;acordamos muito cansados, lemos muito pouco, assistimos TV demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;perdemos tempo demais em relações virtuais, e raramente estamos com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Multiplicamos nossos bens, mas reduzimos nossos valores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendemos a sobreviver, mas não a viver; adicionamos anos à nossa vida e não vida aos nossos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fomos e voltamos à Lua, mas temos dificuldade em cruzar a rua e encontrar um novo vizinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conquistamos o espaço, mas não o nosso próprio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fizemos muitas coisas maiores, mas pouquíssimas melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Limpamos o ar, mas poluímos a alma; dominamos o átomo, mas não nosso preconceito; escrevemos mais, mas aprendemos menos; planejamos mais, mas realizamos menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendemos a nos apressar e não, a esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Construímos mais computadores para armazenar mais informação, produzir mais cópias do que nunca, mas nos comunicamos cada vez menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estamos na era do 'fast-food' e da digestão lenta; do homem grande, de caráter pequeno; lucros acentuados e relações vazias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é a era de dois empregos, vários divórcios, asas chiques e lares despedaçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é a era das viagens rápidas, fraldas e moral descartáveis, das rapidinhas, dos cérebros ocos e das pílulas 'mágicas'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um momento de muita coisa na vitrine e muito pouco na dispensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembre-se de passar tempo com as pessoas que ama, pois elas não estarão aqui para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembre-se dar um abraço carinhoso em seus pais, num amigo, pois não lhe custa um centavo sequer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembre-se de dizer 'eu te amo' à sua companheira (o) e às pessoas que ama, mas, em primeiro lugar, se ame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um beijo e um abraço curam a dor, quando vêm de lá de dentro. Por isso, valorize sua família, seus amores, seus amigos, a pessoa que lhe ama, e, aquelas que estão sempre ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1691700046803580533?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1691700046803580533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/paradoxo-de-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1691700046803580533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1691700046803580533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/paradoxo-de-tempo.html' title='Paradoxo de tempo'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mOZuukWvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ow8fxbyKNeE/s72-c/tempo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6115815526131699634</id><published>2010-03-08T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:48:21.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo ¬¬'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queria poder ser menos transparente. Poder dissimular minha angústia, sofrimento, dor e desgosto quando eles não fazem parte do momento. Poder esconder todos esses sentimentos num lugar bem trancado, onde ninguém pudesse ver; e eu pudesse depois ver que fiz bem em escondê-los, descobrir que eles só me fazem mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Descobrir que sorrir é melhor que chorar; dizer "eu te amo" é melhor do que fechar a cara; elogiar é melhor do que criticar - quando é de verdade; amar é melhor do que odiar... e muito mais outras coisas que só descobrimos depois que fazemos algo errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#prontofalei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6115815526131699634?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6115815526131699634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6115815526131699634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6115815526131699634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo ¬¬&apos;'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-640651613759062044</id><published>2010-03-07T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:29:12.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5RW8dCRv0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HRycs65Ympc/s1600-h/MulherFlor.jpg'/><title type='text'>MULHERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5RW8dCRv0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HRycs65Ympc/s1600-h/MulherFlor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5RW8dCRv0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HRycs65Ympc/s200/MulherFlor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446073445984091970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- como amanhã e dia 8 de março, dia internacional da mulher, aqui vai um texto em homenagem (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certo dia parei para observar as mulheres e só pude concluir uma coisa: elas não são humanas. São espiãs. Espiãs de Deus, disfarçadas entre nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare para refletir sobre o sexto-sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém duvida de que ele exista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como explicar que ela saiba exatamente qual mulher, entre as presentes, em uma reunião, seja aquela que dá em cima de você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando ela antecipa que alguém tem algo contra você, que alguém está ficando doente ou que você quer terminar o relacionamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando ela diz que vai fazer frio e manda você levar um casaco? Rio de Janeiro, 40 graus, você vai pegar um avião pra São Paulo. Só meia-hora de vôo. Ela fala pra você levar um casaco, porque "vai fazer frio". Você não leva. O que acontece?&lt;br /&gt;O avião fica preso no tráfego, em terra, por quase duas horas, depois que você já entrou, antes de decolar. O ar condicionado chega a pingar gelo de tanto frio que faz lá dentro!&lt;br /&gt;"Leve um sapato extra na mala, querido.&lt;br /&gt;Vai que você pisa numa poça..."&lt;br /&gt;Se você não levar o "sapato extra", meu amigo, leve dinheiro extra para comprar outro. Pois o seu estará, sem dúvida, molhado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sexto-sentido não faz sentido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a comunicação direta com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Assim é muito fácil...&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres são mães!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E preparam, literalmente, gente dentro de si.&lt;br /&gt;Será que Deus confiaria tamanha responsabilidade a um reles mortal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não satisfeitas em ensinar a vida elas insistem em ensinar a vivê-la, de forma íntegra, oferecendo amor incondicional e disponibilidade integral.&lt;br /&gt;Fala-se em "praga de mãe", "amor de mãe", "coração de mãe"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é meio mágico...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez Ele tenha instalado o dispositivo "coração de mãe" nos "anjos da guarda" de Seus filhos (que, aliás, foram criados à Sua imagem e semelhança).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres choram. Ou vazam? Ou extravazam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens também choram, mas é um choro diferente. As lágrimas das mulheres têm um não sei quê que não quer chorar, um não sei quê de fragilidade, um não sei quê de amor, um não sei quê de tempero divino, que tem um efeito devastador sobre os homens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É choro feminino. É choro de mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já viram como as mulheres conversam com os olhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas conseguem pedir uma à outra para mudar de assunto com apenas um olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Elas fazem um comentário sarcástico com outro olhar.&lt;br /&gt;E apontam uma terceira pessoa com outro olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Quantos tipos de olhar existem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas conhecem todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que freqüentam escolas diferentes das que freqüentam os homens!&lt;br /&gt;E é com um desses milhões de olhares que elas enfeitiçam os homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN-FEI-TI-ÇAM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem mais! No tocante às profissões, por que se concentram nas áreas de Humanas?&lt;br /&gt;Para estudar os homens, é claro!&lt;br /&gt;Embora algumas disfarcem e estudem Exatas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo Freud se arriscou a adentrar nessa seara. Ele, que estudou, como poucos, o comportamento humano, disse que a mulher era "um continente obscuro".&lt;br /&gt;Quer evidência maior do que essa?&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um que ama se aproxima de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;E com as mulheres também é assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor as leva para perto dEle, já que Ele é o próprio amor. Por isso dizem "estar nas nuvens", quando apaixonadas.&lt;br /&gt;É sabido que as mulheres confundem sexo e amor.&lt;br /&gt;E isso seria uma falha, se não obrigasse os homens a uma atitude mais sensível e respeitosa com a própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que eles nunca verão as mulheres-anjos que têm ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;Com todo esse amor de mãe, esposa e amiga, elas ainda são mulheres a maior parte do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas elas são anjos depois do sexo-amor.&lt;br /&gt;É nessa hora que elas se sentem o próprio amor encarnado e voltam a ser anjos.&lt;br /&gt;E levitam.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas até voam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas os homens não sabem disso.&lt;br /&gt;E nem poderiam.&lt;br /&gt;Porque são tomados por um encantamento&lt;br /&gt;que os faz dormir nessa hora."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-640651613759062044?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/640651613759062044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mulheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/640651613759062044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/640651613759062044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mulheres.html' title='MULHERES'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5RW8dCRv0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HRycs65Ympc/s72-c/MulherFlor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5655803309314372395</id><published>2010-03-01T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:57:41.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 DIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S4xiPMW_dfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2XSvrqYhSKY/s1600-h/ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S4xiPMW_dfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2XSvrqYhSKY/s400/ok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443834062739305970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim, eu resisti! 6o dias sem blogar, parece uma infinidade! Estava sem internet, férias - e depois começo das aulas (ensino médio, garota!) -, viagens e mais uma infinidade de coisas que me impossibilitaram de estar aqui. Tantas mudanças de planos, de ideias... Quero dividir isso novamente, postando uns textos meus, textos que eu acho legais e etc. I come back, You're welcome, kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-5655803309314372395?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5655803309314372395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/60-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5655803309314372395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5655803309314372395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/60-dias.html' title='60 DIAS'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S4xiPMW_dfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2XSvrqYhSKY/s72-c/ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6435005794256720777</id><published>2009-12-28T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:55:10.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reação da natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mQ3TVqfhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CVgkdZLw97s/s1600-h/crianca+jardim+romano+sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mQ3TVqfhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CVgkdZLw97s/s320/crianca+jardim+romano+sp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447544504039669266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzlFvziRvgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HpPclIP08_k/s1600-h/jardim-romano-18-12-2009-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Todo ano acontece a mesma coisa: enchentes alagam cidades, deixam famílias inteiras desalojadas e sem condições de refazer toda uma vida. Pessoas se mobilizam, imagens chocam a sociedade, autoridades se explicam e tentam encontrar soluções, enquanto isso, histórias vão se perdendo nas águas sujas.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se isso acontece todos os anos é culpa de quem? Dos governos? Do aquecimento global? Dos ciclos da natureza? Ou de nós mesmos, humanos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todos têm uma parcela de culpa nessa história, mas o maior vilão de tudo isso é o homem, somos nós: que não cuidamos do lugar onde vivemos e depois que as tragédias acontecem, ficamos tentando “encontrar” os verdadeiros culpados. É o homem que polui rios, lagos e mares, desmata as florestas, destrói o ambiente que vive, e depois tem coragem de reclamar da natureza - que só devolve as agressões que vem sofrendo por causa da falta de consciência da raça humana. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim, o clima mudou: as tão comuns garoas de São Paulo se transformaram em tempestade, mas se os bueiros não estivessem entupidos com o lixo que o homem joga indiscriminada e inconscientemente no chão, não haveria as enchentes e tudo estaria normal: as pessoas não teriam que conviver com a água imunda dentro de casa trazendo o risco iminente de doenças e nem perderiam as coisas que demoraram a vida toda pra conseguir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acontece que o homem é o único ser vivo que destrói o seu habitat e ainda acha que a culpa não é sua. Então, enquanto não pensarmos nas nossas atitudes e nas suas conseqüências (se diz que toda ação tem uma reação), continuaremos sendo reféns delas e perdendo muito, mas muito mesmo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6435005794256720777?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6435005794256720777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/reacao-da-natureza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6435005794256720777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6435005794256720777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/reacao-da-natureza.html' title='A reação da natureza'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S5mQ3TVqfhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CVgkdZLw97s/s72-c/crianca+jardim+romano+sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6791542662985984285</id><published>2009-12-27T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:49:53.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reputação x Caráter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Szf49vA_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TQtQhPpMUsM/s1600-h/carater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420074416040011746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Szf49vA_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TQtQhPpMUsM/s400/carater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As circunstâncias entre as quais você vive determinam sua reputação. A verdade em que você acredita determina seu caráter. A reputação é o que acham que você é. O caráter é o que você realmente é... A reputação é o que você tem quando chega a uma comunidade nova. O caráter é o que você tem quando vai embora... A reputação é feita em um momento. O caráter é construído em uma vida inteira... A reputação torna você rico ou pobre. O caráter torna você feliz ou infeliz... A reputação é o que os homens dizem de você junto à sua sepultura. O caráter é o que os anjos dizem de você diante de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6791542662985984285?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6791542662985984285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/reputacao-x-carater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6791542662985984285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6791542662985984285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/reputacao-x-carater.html' title='Reputação x Caráter'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Szf49vA_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TQtQhPpMUsM/s72-c/carater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7556108287136544397</id><published>2009-12-26T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:59:00.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNALISMO - O que você pode fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzaUwVQdABI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EbvZIVUyz2A/s1600-h/jornalismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419682759647756306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzaUwVQdABI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EbvZIVUyz2A/s400/jornalismo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Assessoria de imprensa&lt;/strong&gt; Promover o contato entre uma organização e a imprensa, a fim de divulgar o nome da empresa, seus valores e produtos. Elaborar publicações destinadas a funcionários, clientes e fornecedores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edição&lt;/strong&gt; Definir o enfoque e o tamanho da reportagem e escrever o texto final. Em veículos impressos e na internet, selecionar fotos e ilustrações que serão usadas. Em rádio e TV, combinar imagens e/ou sons numa mesma fita para dar forma final a documentários e noticiários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotojornalismo&lt;/strong&gt; Fotografar cenas reais, pessoas e acontecimentos para reportagens em jornais, revistas ou internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reportagem&lt;/strong&gt; Coletar informações e redigir textos para divulgação em rádio, televisão, jornais, revistas ou internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guia do Estudante (Editora Abril)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7556108287136544397?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7556108287136544397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo-o-que-voce-pode-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7556108287136544397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7556108287136544397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo-o-que-voce-pode-fazer.html' title='JORNALISMO - O que você pode fazer'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzaUwVQdABI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EbvZIVUyz2A/s72-c/jornalismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8899407420122412989</id><published>2009-12-26T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:07:54.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de Mestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzZT42iChjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JUNcecHMK5g/s1600-h/jih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419611437763036722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzZT42iChjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JUNcecHMK5g/s320/jih.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O jornalismo é o exercício diário da inteligência e a prática cotidiana do caráter.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cláudio Abramo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8899407420122412989?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8899407420122412989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8899407420122412989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8899407420122412989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre_26.html' title='Palavras de Mestre'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzZT42iChjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JUNcecHMK5g/s72-c/jih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7315743676679551883</id><published>2009-12-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:15:32.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que você seja um grande empreendedor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzKwihfcZxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cpnBzcRbMfw/s1600-h/15-071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587408832423698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzKwihfcZxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cpnBzcRbMfw/s400/15-071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Quando empreender, não tenha medo de falhar. Quando falhar, não tenha receio de chorar. Quando chorar, repense a sua vida, mas não recue. Dê sempre uma nova chance para si mesmo.Encontre um oásis em seu deserto. Os perdedores vêem os raios. Os vencedores vêem a chuva e a oportunidade de cultivar. Os perdedores paralisam-se diante das perdas e dos fracassos. Os vencedores começam tudo de novo.Saiba que o maior carrasco do ser humano é ele mesmo. Não seja escravo dos seus pensamentos negativos. Liberte-se da pior prisão do mundo: o cárcere da emoção. O destino raramente é inevitável, mas sim uma escolha. Escolha ser um ser humano consciente, livre e inteligente.Sua vida é mais importante do que todo o ouro do mundo. Mais bela que as estrelas: obra-prima do Autor da vida. Apesar dos seus defeitos, você não é um número na multidão. Ninguém é igual a você no palco da vida. Você é um ser humano insubstituível.Jamais desista das pessoas que ama. Jamais desista de ser feliz. Lute sempre pelos seus sonhos. Seja profundamente apaixonado pela vida. Pois a vida é um espetáculo imperdível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7315743676679551883?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7315743676679551883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-voce-seja-um-grande-empreendedor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7315743676679551883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7315743676679551883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-voce-seja-um-grande-empreendedor.html' title='Que você seja um grande empreendedor...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzKwihfcZxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cpnBzcRbMfw/s72-c/15-071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8147329374155331152</id><published>2009-12-23T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:18:31.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNALISMO - O curso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;As disciplinas básicas são língua portuguesa, economia, teoria da comunicação, filosofia, história da arte e sociologia. M&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzKszqEWWeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HjBVbC-O2sY/s1600-h/estudar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418583305145965026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzKszqEWWeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HjBVbC-O2sY/s200/estudar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atérias específicas também compõem o currículo, como jornalismo interpretativo e informativo, técnicas de redação e edição de texto, novas tecnologias de comunicação e design gráfico. Há aulas práticas de fotojornalismo, jornalismo impresso e on-line, rádio e TV. Em algumas escolas, o curso é oferecido como habilitação do curso de Comunicação Social. Os alunos precisam apresentar um trabalho de conclusão de curso para receber o diploma. Já o estágio, embora não seja obrigatório, é recomendável, pois pode abrir portas no mercado de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guia do Estudante (Editora Abril)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8147329374155331152?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8147329374155331152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo-o-curso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8147329374155331152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8147329374155331152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo-o-curso.html' title='JORNALISMO - O curso'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SzKszqEWWeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HjBVbC-O2sY/s72-c/estudar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-8791107070556373556</id><published>2009-12-17T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:24:02.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias de um técnico em informática</title><content type='html'>- Help desk assistência, posso ajudar?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, bem.... estou tendo problema com o Word.&lt;br /&gt;- Que tipo de problema?&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, eu estava digitando e, de repente, todas as palavras sumiram.&lt;br /&gt;- Sumiram?&lt;br /&gt;- Elas desapareceram. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;- Nada? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syq9DyNMn_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y-HFCejYDVU/s1600-h/problemas_computador1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416349374580826098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syq9DyNMn_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y-HFCejYDVU/s320/problemas_computador1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Está preta. Não aceita nada que eu digite.&lt;br /&gt;- Você ainda está no Word ou já saiu?&lt;br /&gt;- Como posso saber?&lt;br /&gt;- Você vê o Prompt C: na tela?&lt;br /&gt;- O que é esse 'promete-se'?&lt;br /&gt;- Esquece. Você consegue mover o cursor pela tela?&lt;br /&gt;- Não há cursor algum. Eu te disse, ele não aceita nada que eu digite.&lt;br /&gt;- Seu monitor tem um indicador de força?&lt;br /&gt;- O que é monitor?&lt;br /&gt;- É essa tela que parece com uma TV. Ele tem uma luzinha que diz quando está ligado?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, olhe atrás do monitor, então veja aonde está ligado o cabo de força. Você consegue fazer isso?&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Ótimo. Siga para aonde vai o cabo e me diga se ele está na tomada.&lt;br /&gt;- Tá sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Atrás do monitor, você reparou que existem dois cabos?&lt;br /&gt;- Não.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, eles estão aí. Preciso que você olhe e ache o outro cabo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, achei..&lt;br /&gt;- Siga-o e veja se ele está bem conectado na parte traseira do computador.&lt;br /&gt;- Não alcanço!&lt;br /&gt;- Hum. Você consegue ver se está?&lt;br /&gt;- Não.&lt;br /&gt;- Mesmo se você ajoelhar ou se debruçar sobre ele?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, não, tá muito escuro aqui!&lt;br /&gt;- Escuro?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, a luz do escritório tá desligada, e a única luz que eu tenho vem da janela, lá do outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, acenda a luz então!&lt;br /&gt;- Não posso.&lt;br /&gt;- Por que não?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque estamos sem energia.&lt;br /&gt;- Estão.... sem energia...??? Ah! ok, descobrimos o problema agora! Você ainda tem a caixa de papelão e os manuais que vieram com o seu micro?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, estão no armário.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom! Então, você desconecta o seu sistema, pega tudo, empacota e leva de volta para a loja.&lt;br /&gt;- Sério?? O problema é tão grave assim?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, temo que seja.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, então tá. E o que eu digo na loja?&lt;br /&gt;- Diga que você é BURRO demais pra ter um computador!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-8791107070556373556?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8791107070556373556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/historias-de-um-tecnico-em-informatica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8791107070556373556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/8791107070556373556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/historias-de-um-tecnico-em-informatica.html' title='Histórias de um técnico em informática'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syq9DyNMn_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y-HFCejYDVU/s72-c/problemas_computador1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1109345726396495759</id><published>2009-12-17T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:09:29.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de Juca Kfouri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SypB4nUsW2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4c0_NegIO0k/s1600-h/imagem.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416213942750698338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SypB4nUsW2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4c0_NegIO0k/s400/imagem.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Se você está fazendo uma investigação que pode afetar a vida de alguém, procure entrevistá-la pessoalmente e não por telefone. Por mais que isso seja desconfortável. Cara a cara, é muito mais fácil perceber o grau de sinceridade de cada resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Posso gravar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que possível, grave suas entrevistas, mas o ideal é que o entrevistado sempre saiba que você está gravando. Jornalista é jornalista. Não é policial, delegado, promotor nem juiz. Tem que usar as ferramentas que possui e assumir os riscos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Com você eu não falo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas fontes não vão te dar entrevista, seja ao vivo, seja por telefone, gravando ou sem gravar. O recurso é conseguir as informações pelas bordas e reunir o máximo de documentos possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Escreveu, não leu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quando não puder gravar uma entrevista, há sempre o risco de as anotações serem imprecisas. Não tenha vergonha de perguntar de novo. Se tiver dúvidas na hora de escrever, ligue e pergunte mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Investigando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há diferença entre jornalismo investigativo no esporte ou em qualquer outra área. Se te mandarem fazer uma reportagem sobre decoração, você vai ter que investigar qual a melhor cadeira, qual o melhor sofá. Em qualquer editoria, o jornalista faz a mesma coisa: pesquisa, investiga e conta uma história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Erros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jornalista erra muito. É preciso corrigir, dizer "errei". Se não for por virtude, faça por oportunismo: as pessoas adoram quando você assume seus erros. Acham você superlegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jornalista que não tem a pretensão de mudar o mundo errou de profissão. Nosso papel é pôr o dedo na ferida, apontar o que está errado. É solitário, pois entre o amigo e a notícia, eu fico com a notícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palestra para treiness de jornalismo da FSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1109345726396495759?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1109345726396495759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/frases-de-juca-kfouri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1109345726396495759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1109345726396495759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/frases-de-juca-kfouri.html' title='Frases de Juca Kfouri'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SypB4nUsW2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4c0_NegIO0k/s72-c/imagem.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-9041494092785951880</id><published>2009-12-17T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:22:33.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desconfie do destino e acredite em você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SypAjib2geI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qWlWRM6IIkU/s1600-h/y1poF8X0OFnUL_DQ86CdoPW80YnYe_BiVPtRZyCYbL0qb3uM6gbvgT6WUBJ6qQmGsqrr7DR-FTp9gY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416212481149665762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SypAjib2geI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qWlWRM6IIkU/s400/y1poF8X0OFnUL_DQ86CdoPW80YnYe_BiVPtRZyCYbL0qb3uM6gbvgT6WUBJ6qQmGsqrr7DR-FTp9gY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"...Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando... Porque, embora quem quase morra esteja vivo, quem quase vive, já morreu..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-9041494092785951880?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/9041494092785951880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/9041494092785951880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/9041494092785951880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre-iii.html' title='Desconfie do destino e acredite em você...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SypAjib2geI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qWlWRM6IIkU/s72-c/y1poF8X0OFnUL_DQ86CdoPW80YnYe_BiVPtRZyCYbL0qb3uM6gbvgT6WUBJ6qQmGsqrr7DR-FTp9gY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-403719473553479715</id><published>2009-12-15T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:46:58.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNALISMO - O mercado de trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syg4vXBgXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u3pe9WQGhX8/s1600-h/foto9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415640938198359650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syg4vXBgXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u3pe9WQGhX8/s400/foto9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A comunicação corporativa ou empresarial é uma área promissora para os recém-formados, pois ela oferece mais oportunidades de trabalho do que as redações de revistas, jornais e agências de notícias. Uma pesquisa com mil grandes empresas nacionais e estrangeiras, encomendada pela Associação Brasileira de Comunicação Empresarial (Aberje), em 2008, revelou que cerca de 65% das companhais entrevistadas pretendem aumentar os investimentos em comunicação nos próximos anos, o que deve ampliar a procura por profissionais formados em Jornalismo.Segundo Ângela Schaun, coordenadora de Extensão do Centro de Comunicação e Letras da Universidade Presbiteriana Mackenzie, em São Paulo, as mídias digitais são outra área relevante para o graduado em Jornalismo. "Esse mercado está em expansão, já que proliferam a versão on-line das revistas segmentadas, as páginas das empresas na internet, os sites independentes e os blogs", diz ela. O profissional que optar por uma área específica do Jornalismo, como moda, ciência, saúde, meio ambiente e tecnologia, por exemplo, encontra espaço para atuar como redator setorizado, seja em mídia digital, seja na impressa. Os maiores empregadores continuam em São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Belo Horizonte e Brasília, mas cresce o número de oportunidades em cidades do interior, sobretudo da Região Sudeste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guia do Estudante (Editora Abril)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-403719473553479715?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/403719473553479715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo-ii-o-mercado-de-trabalho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/403719473553479715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/403719473553479715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo-ii-o-mercado-de-trabalho.html' title='JORNALISMO - O mercado de trabalho'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syg4vXBgXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u3pe9WQGhX8/s72-c/foto9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-5870463172651964954</id><published>2009-12-15T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:14:56.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syec7VUjjpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IILvfZnBCBA/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415469620085886610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syec7VUjjpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IILvfZnBCBA/s400/34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração! Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente! Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão. Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra sempre!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-5870463172651964954?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5870463172651964954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5870463172651964954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/5870463172651964954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre-ii.html' title='Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/Syec7VUjjpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IILvfZnBCBA/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6017897774053942044</id><published>2009-12-14T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:28:30.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- RECOMEÇAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyawVPgU5VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aa3YStFT3Sk/s1600-h/1052546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415209480945460562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyawVPgU5VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aa3YStFT3Sk/s400/1052546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde você parou, em que momento da caminhada você cansou... o que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário “recomeçar”.&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma chance a si mesmo. É renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante: acreditar em você de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período? Foi aprendizado…&lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito? Foi limpeza da alma…&lt;br /&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas? Foi para um dia perdoá-las um dia…&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes? É porque fechastes as portas até para os anjos…&lt;br /&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido? Era o início da tua melhora…&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, agora é hora de reiniciar, de pensar na luz, de encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Que tal um novo curso; um corte de cabelo novo, arrojado; ou aquele velho desejo de aprender a pintar, desenhar, dominar o computador… ou qualquer coisa. Olha quanto desafio, quanta coisa nova nesse mundão de Deus te esperando.&lt;br /&gt;Tá se sentindo sozinho… besteira… tem tanta gente que você afastou com esse seu “período de isolamento”, tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso para chegar perto de você.&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos trancamos na tristeza, nem nós mesmos nos suportamos. Ficamos horríveis. O mau humor vai comendo nosso fígado, até a boca fica amarga.&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar… hoje é um bom dia para começar novos desafios.&lt;br /&gt;Onde você quer chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Ir alto… sonhe… queira o melhor. Queira coisas boas para a vida. Pensando assim trazemos para nós aquilo que desejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Se pensarmos pequeno, coisas pequenas teremos. Já se desejarmos fortemente o melhor, e principalmente, lutarmos pelo melhor, o melhor vai se instalar em nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;E é hoje o dia da faxina mental. Jogue fora as coisas tristes que te prendem ao passado e toda aquela tranqueira que guardamos quando nos julgamos apaixonados. Jogue tudo fora, mas principalmente… esvazie seu coração. Fique pronto para a vida, para o novo amor… lembre-se: somos apaixonáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Somos sempre capazes de amar muitas e muitas vezes. Afinal de contas, nós somos o “amor”.&lt;br /&gt;“Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo e não do tamanho da minha altura”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6017897774053942044?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6017897774053942044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/recomecar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6017897774053942044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6017897774053942044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/recomecar.html' title='- RECOMEÇAR'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyawVPgU5VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aa3YStFT3Sk/s72-c/1052546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-6920696787787451369</id><published>2009-12-14T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:54:50.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, os homens de preto (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyatDgxi16I/AAAAAAAAADU/U4TSTENnmNM/s1600-h/cqc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415205877808551842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyatDgxi16I/AAAAAAAAADU/U4TSTENnmNM/s400/cqc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sou muito fã do CQC, não perco o programa nenhum dia. Todas as segundas-feiras, as 22:13 vou para o quarto e ligo a TV para ver o melhor programa das noites de segunda, que é a mais bem feita mistura de jornalismo e humor.&lt;br /&gt;Intrigada com todo esse entusiasmo em assistir um programa (e mais milhões de comentários durante toda a semana, com visitas ao site, twitter etc. etc.), minha mãe resolveu me fazer uma pergunta: “O que é esse tal de CQC?”. Então, eu lhe disse: “É um programa da Band que faz um jornalismo bem-humorado”. Para ser mais completa, mostrei-lhe um artigo do Blog do Luque que fala sobre o propósito e a historia do programa, além de apresentar a equipe sua equipe.&lt;br /&gt;Saí do quarto pensando que ela pararia de ler no primeiro parágrafo (ela não costuma dar continuidade ao que não lhe interessa), mas voltei e saí novamente: ela continuava lendo o artigo, com uma atenção indescritível. Curiosa, eu perguntei: “E aí mãe? O que achou do programa?”. Sabe qual foi o primeiro comentário dela?&lt;br /&gt;“ESSE PROGRAMA TEM UNS REPÓRTERES TÃO BONITINHOS”&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito! Ela poderia dizer que o programa é inteligente, bacana, bem-humorada.. sei lá, qualquer coisa, ela é tão culta e inteligente - poderia gostar da proposta do programa. Mas a única coisa que ela conseguiu observar e prestar atenção durante todo o artigo foi na beleza dos nossos homens de preto (PS: a Mônica Iozzi não estava no artigo). Sim, eu sei que eles são muito “cutie cutie”, que o Rafa Cortez e o Marco Luque são as coisas mais lindas do mundo, mas a minha mãe falar isso? (ela não gostava de homens mais velhos?)&lt;br /&gt;É a vida né? Parece que vou ter de me acostumar a dividir meus lindos homens de preto com minha mãe. Pelo menos pude comprovar que o charme e os sorrisos dos repórteres vestidos de preto conquistam qualquer uma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-6920696787787451369?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6920696787787451369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-segredo-do-cqc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6920696787787451369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/6920696787787451369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-segredo-do-cqc.html' title='Ah, os homens de preto (;'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyatDgxi16I/AAAAAAAAADU/U4TSTENnmNM/s72-c/cqc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-7259725842945115524</id><published>2009-12-14T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:24:53.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de Mestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyaG9hKSfQI/AAAAAAAAADE/zW2dh54APjI/s1600-h/jornalista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415163993391267074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyaG9hKSfQI/AAAAAAAAADE/zW2dh54APjI/s400/jornalista.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)"De todas as profissões, se um jovem estiver interessado em honestidade e não estiver interessado em ganhar muito dinheiro, eu aconselharia o jo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyaGeXJJhSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VdEl7tmnvAY/s1600-h/jornalista.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rnalismo, que lida com a verdade e tenta disseminar a verdade. Há mentirosos em todas as profissões, inclusive no jornalismo, mas nós não os protegemos. Os militares acobertam mentirosos. Os políticos, os partidos, o governo, todos fazem isso. O escândalo do Watergate é uma crônica de acobertamento. Os jornalistas não agem assim, não toleram o mentiroso entre eles. Acho uma profissão honrosa, honesta. Tenho orgulho de ser jornalista."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gay Talese, em entrevista à Revista Veja - 13.06.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-7259725842945115524?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7259725842945115524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7259725842945115524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/7259725842945115524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-do-mestre.html' title='Palavras de Mestre'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyaG9hKSfQI/AAAAAAAAADE/zW2dh54APjI/s72-c/jornalista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-1321249272272782276</id><published>2009-12-13T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:46:28.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNALISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyU1hpNIG9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/69OnE_eJxzk/s1600-h/foto13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que aconteceu, quem está por trás do fato,quando ocorreu, onde, como e por quê. A resposta para cada uma dessas perguntas está estampada nos jornais, revistas, sites e até mesmo nas matérias que aparecem na televisão e no rádio. Desvendar fatos é o trabalho do jornalista, que sai às ruas diariamente atrás de história&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyaIS6I9WdI/AAAAAAAAADM/PIYo1AAa_4w/s1600-h/foto13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s que são do interesse da sociedade. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyauV3KCaGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dq5ISUFRfFc/s1600-h/foto13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415207292566136930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyauV3KCaGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dq5ISUFRfFc/s400/foto13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"O jornalista é o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;profissional&lt;/span&gt; que tem acesso a fontes de informação e as repassa a seus leitores, ouvintes e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;telespectadores&lt;/span&gt;", define Mauro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tagliaferri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;correspondente&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Record&lt;/span&gt; em Lisboa, Portugal. O jornalista é o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;profissional&lt;/span&gt; da notícia: ele descobre o fato, checa sua veracidade, escreve e edita reportagens e entrevistas, adaptando o tamanho, a abordagem e a linguagem dos textos ao veículo e ao público a que se destinam. Senso crítico, curiosidade e criatividade são essenciais na profissão. Um exemplo de sucesso resultante da conjugação dessas três &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;características&lt;/span&gt; é o trabalho da jornalista &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt;, que viu seu blog ser transformado em um quadro para um programa de televisão. "Quando mudei para Fortaleza, trabalhava a uns cinco quarteirões de casa e passava por um importante centro comercial. Como sempre gostei de moda, resolvi montar um blog com as peças que descobria nesse caminho. O que era uma coisa pequena se transformou em um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;projeto&lt;/span&gt; que deu certo." Assim como &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lina&lt;/span&gt;, todo jornalista precisa desenvolver o faro para identificar o que é notícia e ter iniciativa para cavar o seu lugar no mercado. Mauro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tagliaferri&lt;/span&gt; deixa a dica: "Além de jornais, revistas e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;assessorias&lt;/span&gt; de imprensa, eu apostaria nas novas tecnologias, como a TV e o rádio digitais e a produção de conteúdo para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; e celular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guia do Estudante ( Editora Abril)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-1321249272272782276?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1321249272272782276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1321249272272782276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/1321249272272782276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornalismo.html' title='JORNALISMO'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyauV3KCaGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dq5ISUFRfFc/s72-c/foto13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935780807195455203.post-3311427208702999149</id><published>2009-12-12T11:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:32:39.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>' Sabemos como é a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...num dia dá tudo certo e no outro as coisas já não são tão perfeitas assim. Altos e &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyPyMWnjpSI/AAAAAAAAACE/BGX2MXVVKOk/s1600-h/rumo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414437471073314082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyPyMWnjpSI/AAAAAAAAACE/BGX2MXVVKOk/s320/rumo%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baixos fazem parte da construção do nosso caráter. Afinal, cada momento, cada situação, que enfrentamos em nossas trajetórias é um desafio, uma oportunidade única de aprender, de se tornar uma pessoa melhor. &lt;strong&gt;Só depende de nós, das nossas escolhas&lt;/strong&gt;.Não sei se estou perto ou longe de mais, se peguei o rumo certo ou errado. Sei apenas que sigo em frente, vivendo dias iguais de forma diferente. Já não caminho mais sozinha, levo comigo cada recordação, cada vivência, cada lição. E, mesmo que tudo não ande da forma que eu gostaria, saber que já não sou a mesma de ontem me faz perceber que valeu a pena. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935780807195455203-3311427208702999149?l=stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3311427208702999149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabemos-como-e-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3311427208702999149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935780807195455203/posts/default/3311427208702999149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniemacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabemos-como-e-vida.html' title='&apos; Sabemos como é a vida...'/><author><name>Fanny Macêdo #</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662906031460669490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/S-srM02EFSI/AAAAAAAAALw/JCmshDBtM_U/S220/%27+E+se+eu+morrer,+que+seja+de+amor....JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__u_-iY_JDV4/SyPyMWnjpSI/AAAAAAAAACE/BGX2MXVVKOk/s72-c/rumo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
