<?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-4658992273645729286</id><updated>2011-08-13T03:54:35.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...uma pétala que se acrescenta a cada dia!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-4855372977097728071</id><published>2008-09-03T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:58:25.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segredos de Beleza de uma mulher</title><content type='html'>1. Para ter lábios atraentes, diga palavras doces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Para ter olhos belos, procure ver o lado bom das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Para ter um corpo esguio, divida sua comida com os famintos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Para ter cabelos bonitos, deixe uma criança passar seus dedos por eles pelo menos uma vez por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Para ter boa postura, caminhe com a certeza de que nunca andará sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pessoas, muito mais que coisas, devem ser restauradas, revividas, Resgatadas e redimidas; jamais jogue alguém fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lembre-se que, se alguma vez precisar de uma mão amiga, você a encontrará no final do seu abraço. Ao ficarmos mais velhos, descobrimos porque temos duas mãos, uma para ajudar a nós mesmos, a outra para ajudar o próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.a beleza de uma mulher não está nas roupas que ela veste, nem no corpo que ela carrega, ou na forma como penteia o cabelo. A beleza de uma mulher deve ser vista nos seus olhos, porque esta é a porta para seu coração, o lugar onde o amor reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A beleza de uma mulher não está na expressão facial, mas a verdadeira beleza de uma mulher está refletida em sua alma. Está no carinho que ela amorosamente dá, na paixão que ela demonsra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A beleza de uma mulher cresce com o passar dos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[Audrey Hepburn]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-4855372977097728071?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4855372977097728071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=4855372977097728071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4855372977097728071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4855372977097728071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/09/segredos-de-beleza-de-uma-mulher.html' title='Segredos de Beleza de uma mulher'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3302883909056905906</id><published>2008-08-29T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:47:57.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SLs60WlddrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XeOI31Wrr4o/s1600-h/Vi_e_flor_(6)montagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240847262466012850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="386" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SLs60WlddrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XeOI31Wrr4o/s320/Vi_e_flor_(6)montagem.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Foi não ter notado você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Foi não ter deixado me balançar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Foi não te olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Foi não me sentir bem com você por perto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Foi não me encantar pelo teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E hoje que te tenho em meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;É difícil... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não cuidar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não te amar cada dia mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não me envolver com cada palavra de carinho dita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ficar sem teu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sem teu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não falar com você todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não pensar em você, desde o amanhecer até o anoitecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;É difícil me ver sem você!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!Te Amoooo meu amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!Que me faz sempre felizz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4658992273645729286-3302883909056905906?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3302883909056905906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=3302883909056905906' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3302883909056905906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3302883909056905906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/08/difcil.html' title='Difícil...'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SLs60WlddrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XeOI31Wrr4o/s72-c/Vi_e_flor_(6)montagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-1050352901380578160</id><published>2008-08-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:26:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...vontades se realizandoo, e me vendo crescer a cada dia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz , muito feliz, e orgulhosa de mim mesma!&lt;/em&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/4658992273645729286-1050352901380578160?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1050352901380578160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=1050352901380578160' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1050352901380578160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1050352901380578160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-803162691421450820</id><published>2008-08-25T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:29:51.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A necessidade de às vezes, não querer mais ser testemunha de injustiças, de atitudes revoltantes,é grande, e essa vez chegou pra mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não peço que ninguém entenda, só que respeitem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-803162691421450820?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/803162691421450820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=803162691421450820' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/803162691421450820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/803162691421450820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/08/necessidade-de-s-vezes-no-querer-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-1043815174168664407</id><published>2008-08-12T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:08:06.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vitória faz parte do sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O sabor da vitória está na realização daquilo que você sonhou em conquistar. Pode existir alegria maior do que a realização de um sonho do que a conquista daquilo que tão intensamente se desejou e, finalmente, conseguiu-se obter? A sensação de vitória é mais completa não só quando nos empenhamos em realizar alguma coisa mas também quando sonhamos com ela e, finalmente, a conseguimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-1043815174168664407?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1043815174168664407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=1043815174168664407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1043815174168664407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1043815174168664407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/08/vitria-faz-parte-do-sonho.html' title='A vitória faz parte do sonho'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-6758958557302089571</id><published>2008-08-02T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:32:27.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem ter o que fazer,sem ter a quem recorrer resolvi,abri o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Escrever este relato,e ir além da minha imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Queria conhecer o mundo,ter amigos reais,mas nada me adiantava a não ser uma fuga fulgas&lt;br /&gt;Fuga errante fuga delirante... fuga de uma maneira inconvencional... Quem sabe fugindo conheceria os meus sentidos,sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe dessa fuga entederia o por que das minhas lagrimas?&lt;br /&gt;Então parti,parti e não voltei... Encontrei me novamente e hoje eu sei.... SEI QUE SOU ETERNA,ETERNA AMIGA DA SAUDADE eterna amiga da felicidade....&lt;br /&gt;Não me entendo e nem voces,o que eu sei éque eu estou sentindo...&lt;br /&gt;livre e pura outra vez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Poeminha encontrado no site do Teatro Mágico, me identifiquei com ele!]&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-6758958557302089571?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6758958557302089571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=6758958557302089571' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6758958557302089571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6758958557302089571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/08/sem-ter-o-que-fazersem-ter-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-8088135131187853716</id><published>2008-07-28T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:47:44.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz muito pouco tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi a aceitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é dono da verdade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é dono de ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só não se esqueça que atrás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do veneno das palavras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobra só o desespero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ver tudo mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez até porque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém mude por você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SINCERO do AMOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-7552388666369760233?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7552388666369760233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=7552388666369760233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7552388666369760233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7552388666369760233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/07/quero-gosto-sincero-do-amor.html' 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align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando eu vou parar e olhar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Ficar de fora&lt;br /&gt;E olhar por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Organizar minhas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não posso&lt;br /&gt;Se eu esqueço de mim?&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensei que fosse forte&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sou&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu vou parar pra ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Que hora&lt;br /&gt;Se não dá tempo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não me encontro&lt;br /&gt;Nos lugares onde eu ando&lt;br /&gt;Nem me conheço&lt;br /&gt;Viro o avesso de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sei o que é sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tanto mar&lt;br /&gt;E o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;É aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Uma rua atravessada em meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mil faróis&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender a andar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra ouvir minha própria voz&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu paro pra pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu paro pra pensar em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-2796263142968567616?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2796263142968567616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=2796263142968567616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2796263142968567616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwd8PjY_II/AAAAAAAAAH8/LXPzLmjhDmI/s1600-h/anitelli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218578989019888770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="303" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwd8PjY_II/AAAAAAAAAH8/LXPzLmjhDmI/s320/anitelli.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o tempo a clave de Fá Dos e Si Lá Sols&lt;br /&gt;Antes da noite, uma tarde&lt;br /&gt;Pra cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;Antes do barco, a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Antes da roda, o frio&lt;br /&gt;Antes do vinha, a uva&lt;br /&gt;A fruta que não caiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwd8PjY_II/AAAAAAAAAH8/LXPzLmjhDmI/s1600-h/anitelli.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez desta terra um cenário&lt;br /&gt;Pras peças que nos pregaram&lt;br /&gt;Fez bico de pena e diário pra escrevermos a regra e a exceção&lt;br /&gt;Criou o perdão e o pecado&lt;br /&gt;Criou a dor e o prazer&lt;br /&gt;Criamos o certo e o errado&lt;br /&gt;e o orgulho pra nos esconder do que prevalece em nós&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o tempo a clave&lt;br /&gt;Sustenidos e bemois&lt;br /&gt;Antes do inteiro, a metade&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra parte de nós&lt;br /&gt;Antes do voo, o tombo&lt;br /&gt;Luta pra não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Antes tarde do que nunca&lt;br /&gt;Pra nunca mais demorar&lt;br /&gt;Antes do homem, o medo&lt;br /&gt;Antes do medo, o amor&lt;br /&gt;Antes do amor, a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem Deus sabe quem e o que prevalece em nós&lt;br /&gt;Exilhos calados quimeras que exalamos sós&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que eu criar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vai me abraçar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Semana que vem&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que eu criar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vai me abraçar de novo&lt;br /&gt;e vai me negar também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o tempo acabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGweFSMjZoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YXIxao3KM6U/s1600-h/teatro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218579144348231298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGweFSMjZoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YXIxao3KM6U/s320/teatro.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[O Teatro Mágico- A Primeira Semana]&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/4658992273645729286-6817936027680560765?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6817936027680560765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=6817936027680560765' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6817936027680560765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6817936027680560765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/07/antes-que-o-tempo-clave-de-f-dos-e-si-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwd8PjY_II/AAAAAAAAAH8/LXPzLmjhDmI/s72-c/anitelli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3633072768597480041</id><published>2008-06-28T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:19:32.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cantar e cantar e cantar a beleza de ser um eterno aprendiz....&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/4658992273645729286-3633072768597480041?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-4087264245804023244</id><published>2008-06-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:40:38.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E se antes um pedaço de maça, HOJE EU QUERO A FRUTA INTEIRA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-4087264245804023244?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4087264245804023244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-2043223167363769510</id><published>2008-06-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:16:26.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moinho de vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que moinho de vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero me libertar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me libertar de que?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes nem eu sei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGQVEIYp5YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L5VwP3BxdKo/s1600-h/sonho-de-liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317429116429698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGQVEIYp5YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L5VwP3BxdKo/s320/sonho-de-liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minha cabeça gira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que procura um saída&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saída pra quê?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso só ela pode dizer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um descanso, um alento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paz nem que seja por breves momentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh a paz que muitos almejam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que moinho de vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que queres?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me enlouquecer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enlouqueça quem se permite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois eu não permito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me faça estragos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero apenas viver, viver e viver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ariane Tidioli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-2043223167363769510?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2043223167363769510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=2043223167363769510' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2043223167363769510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2043223167363769510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/06/moinho-de-vento.html' title='Moinho de vento'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGQVEIYp5YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L5VwP3BxdKo/s72-c/sonho-de-liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-2005240363598822489</id><published>2008-06-26T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:07:29.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer beijo de novela me faz chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;Que teu olhar flor na janela me faz morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;Que meu desejo se confunde com a vontade de não ser,&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha pele tem o fogo do juízo final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um barco sem porto,&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem vela,&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo sem sela,&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho solto,&lt;br /&gt;Um cão sem dono,&lt;br /&gt;Um menino,&lt;br /&gt;Um bandido,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me preservo noutras suicido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[Trecho da musica "Flor da Pele" de Zeca- Baleiro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-2005240363598822489?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2005240363598822489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=2005240363598822489' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2005240363598822489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2005240363598822489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/06/ando-to-flor-da-pele-que-qualquer-beijo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-4532312884613178598</id><published>2008-06-25T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:14:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;não tenho dinheiro pra pagar a minha ioga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;não tenho dinheiro pra bancar a minha droga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;eu não tenho renda pra descolar a merenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cansei de ser duro vou botar minh'alma à venda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;eu não tenho grana pra sair com o meu broto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;eu não compro roupa por isso que eu ando roto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nada vem de graça nem o pão nem a cachaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero ser caçador ando cansado de ser caça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[Trecho de Babylon- Fagner e Zeca Baleiro]&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/4658992273645729286-4532312884613178598?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4532312884613178598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=4532312884613178598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4532312884613178598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4532312884613178598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-tenho-dinheiro-pra-pagar-minha-ioga.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3211139810588287205</id><published>2008-06-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:09:36.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinto- me sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se amo,&lt;br /&gt;Se odeio&lt;br /&gt;Se tento apagar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Com a falta de apoio&lt;br /&gt;Ou se  deixo claro&lt;br /&gt;Em minha memória&lt;br /&gt;Pra não cometer o mesmo erro futuramente&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que queria UM APOIO&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar dizendo que me entende&lt;br /&gt;E que sempre estará ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas só vejo  o egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;E a falta de importância com os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ariane Tidioli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-3211139810588287205?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3211139810588287205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=3211139810588287205' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3211139810588287205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3211139810588287205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/06/sinto-me-sozinha-perdida-em-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou guardar tuas cores, tua primeira blusa de lã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menino vou te guardar comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menino vou te guardar comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu sorriso vou deixar na estante para eu ter um dia melhor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua água eu vou buscar na fonte, teu passo eu já sei de coooorr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei nosso primeiro abraço, sei nosso primeiro beijo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menino guardo você comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menino guardo você comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-2290820098750014406?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2290820098750014406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=2290820098750014406' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2290820098750014406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2290820098750014406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SFmu-i1O54I/AAAAAAAAAHo/xjv7_s-7s0Y/s72-c/namorando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-5007687878509582246</id><published>2008-06-16T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:52:44.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou palhaço do circo sem futuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sorriso pintado a noite inteira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cinema do fogo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa tarde embalada de poeira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circo pegando fogo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palhaçada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circo pegando fogo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a lona rasgada no alto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No globo os artistas da morte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa tragédia que é viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa tragédia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto amor que fere e cansa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;[Cordel do Fogo Encantado- O Palhaço do Circo sem Futuro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ser notado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O rosto pintado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que agora alegria a muitos proporciona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;na criatura colorida a tristeza aprisiona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mesmo de coração partido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorri solenemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pois um palhaço contente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é o que muita gente espera ver a frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fazendo do picadeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lugar onde o mundo inteiro possa sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Feito por Luis Paulo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Posteeeeiiii...brigada Luis pelo poema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Bjos pra vc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade desse tempo, um tempo que todos eram e se permitiam ser um só, por um ideal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade do sentimentos verdadeiros!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keru isso de volta , mas não depende só de mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4658992273645729286-4080980093008115859?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4080980093008115859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=4080980093008115859' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4080980093008115859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4080980093008115859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/05/saudade-desse-tempo-um-tempo-que-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SDwGz2PUp-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/iBmckHRoG3Y/s72-c/confraterniza%C3%A7%C3%A3o+jade+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-593660356046243603</id><published>2008-05-19T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:08:45.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliano</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202226359086355858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SDIFT56EFZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t81a5NGXcSQ/s320/juh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meia atrasada, mas tudo bem. Ontem foi niver dessa pessoinha pikena e verde que eu adoro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns Juh, Sapeca, Tio (ké uma Fanta?), Palhaço, Ser verde, Ju****(rs rs)...Td de bom pra vc! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vc merece, a felicidade, o carinho, a atenção!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosso anjinho mais velho!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra kem naum ia com a tua cara no começo...hheh....e hoje...senti uma falta imensa qdo vc naum ta perto em determinados momentos....nossa amizade progrediu bastante!hehehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vc...seja o q sempre foi, seja o Juh q conseguiu me conkistar e ganhar minha confiança, seja o Juh q encanta muita gente com seu sorriso largo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Só enquanto eu respirar vou me lembrar de vc".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202229241009411490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SDIH7p6EFaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xCvudJkqs2M/s320/IMAGEM+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoroooooooooooooo demaissss vc!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-593660356046243603?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/593660356046243603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=593660356046243603' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/593660356046243603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/593660356046243603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/05/juliano.html' title='Juliano'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SDIFT56EFZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t81a5NGXcSQ/s72-c/juh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-7982941269381859227</id><published>2008-05-15T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:37:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**Amandaaa**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCxw456EFXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xPZNsu-qPRk/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200655792625423730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCxw456EFXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xPZNsu-qPRk/s320/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Post pra ela..., pq hoje é teu niver!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kem será, q será!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É simplesmente minha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRMÃ....(E Irmã do Diego (nosso MAR) e da Kelly (nossa ESTRELA) ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amandaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;uma pessoa q entrou derrepende na minha vida, e já conkistou com seu jeito loko de ser !!! rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O começo da nossa amizade não poderia ter sido melhor....com a MAGIA de Teatro Mágico! Só poderia ter dado em irmandade mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma Irmã, q tá com agente pra td...dando conselhos, puxões de orelha...aiaiai, se preocupando com o nosso bem estar...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como dizem Pai e Mãe não podemos escolher, mas podemos sim escolher as pessoas que vamos chamar de irmãos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vc é uma das minhas escolhidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como te disse família Rovani tem varinha mágica, pq tem o poder de nos fazer sorrir =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brigada por td linda, td mesmo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nesse dia especial...Te desejo td de MARAVILHOSO em tua vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te amooooooo meu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solzinhooooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;radiante!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCx0JZ6EFYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wWbmLIrwQsE/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200659374628148610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCx0JZ6EFYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wWbmLIrwQsE/s320/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2 s2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-7982941269381859227?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7982941269381859227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=7982941269381859227' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7982941269381859227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7982941269381859227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/05/amandaaa.html' title='**Amandaaa**'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCxw456EFXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xPZNsu-qPRk/s72-c/DSC01636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-4618622034024173560</id><published>2008-05-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:02:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCmfE56EFWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nj92yVKl36k/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862151388599650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCmfE56EFWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nj92yVKl36k/s320/DSC01740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste circo de horrores vãos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolho ser o palhaço,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem fera nem domador,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem truque, sem ilusão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem trapézio pra subir e sem rede pra cair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um palhaço, um palhação.&lt;br /&gt;Neste palco de guerras vis,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolho ser o palhaço,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem herói e nem vilão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem polícia nem ladrão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Político? Não, não não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem soldado nem chefão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um palhaço, um palhação.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta hora em que a dor dói mais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolho ser o palhaço,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No picadeiro, sem brincadeira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou eu sozinho na multidão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um palhaço,Um palhação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Este poema é a letra de uma canção do Cantaí Cantador, Maestro, sim senhor, a seu dispor).&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/4658992273645729286-4618622034024173560?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4618622034024173560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=4618622034024173560' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4618622034024173560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4618622034024173560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/05/neste-circo-de-horrores-vos-escolho-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SCmfE56EFWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nj92yVKl36k/s72-c/DSC01740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3568094862479971848</id><published>2008-05-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:55:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ótima pro antigo momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela disse adeus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Now the deed is done)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(As you blink she is gone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Let her get on with life)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Let her have some fun)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela disse adeus, e chorou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já sem nenhum sinal de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela se vestiu, e se olhou;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem luxo, mas se perfumou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lágrimas por ninguém,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só porque, é triste o fim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro amor se acabou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele quis lhe pedir pra ficar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de nada ia adiantar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis lhe prometer melhorar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e quem iria acreditar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela não precisa mais de você,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre o último a saber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela disse adeus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivendo num momento novo e de paz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-3568094862479971848?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3568094862479971848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=3568094862479971848' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3568094862479971848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3568094862479971848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/05/tima-pro-antigo-momento.html' title='ótima pro antigo momento'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-6044375046537008520</id><published>2008-05-12T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:23:22.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vibração positiva pro meu verdeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adoroooooooooo vc meu sapekinhaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-6044375046537008520?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6044375046537008520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=6044375046537008520' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6044375046537008520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6044375046537008520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/05/juhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='JUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-1953753346097196008</id><published>2008-05-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:04:03.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela não vai mais chorar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vai mais ficar sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sorriso em seu olhar diz q...&lt;/strong&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/4658992273645729286-1953753346097196008?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1953753346097196008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=1953753346097196008' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1953753346097196008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1953753346097196008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/05/ela-no-vai-mais-chorar-no-vai-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-1317690961430442368</id><published>2008-04-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:22:07.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas ruas de outono&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os meus passos vão ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todo abandono que eu sentia vai passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As folhas pelo chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que um dia o vento vai levar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus olhos só verão que tudo poderá mudar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[Confusa mais q o normal]; [Já ñ sinto mais o q eu sentia e acho q nem  keru voltar a sentir]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-1317690961430442368?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1317690961430442368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=1317690961430442368' title='3 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SBPNHp3nYeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qwptKti2vHo/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193720326670213602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SBPNHp3nYeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qwptKti2vHo/s320/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que está se passando comessa cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que está me faltando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que eu te conheça melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que eu te receba sem choque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que eu te perceba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No toque das mãos em teu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que há, por que é que há tanto tempo você não procura meu ombro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque será, porque será que este fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não queima o que tem pra queimar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a gente não ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que tem pra se amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o sol tá se pondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a gente não larga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta angústia do olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telefona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não deixa que eu fuja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me ocupa os espaços vazios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me arranca desta ansiedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me acolhe, me acalma em teus braços macios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que "tá" se passando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a minha cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Fábio Junior- O que é que há?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-9017065628313274320?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/9017065628313274320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=9017065628313274320' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/9017065628313274320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/9017065628313274320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-que-que-h-o-que-que-est-se-passando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SBPNHp3nYeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qwptKti2vHo/s72-c/DSC01420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-815525957940096502</id><published>2008-04-24T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:33:11.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SBCn853nYdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mgAvwO85R-8/s1600-h/0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192835035126260178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SBCn853nYdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mgAvwO85R-8/s320/0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Só pq é fofinhuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-815525957940096502?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/815525957940096502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=815525957940096502' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/815525957940096502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/815525957940096502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SBCn853nYdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mgAvwO85R-8/s72-c/0033.jpg' height='72' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SA_HXp3nYcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O7BnK1YkvFM/s72-c/07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-6477464741361794106</id><published>2008-04-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:27:56.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falta tanta coisa na minha janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como uma praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falta tanta coisa na memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como o rosto dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falta tanto tempo no relógio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanto uma semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOBRA TANTA FALTA DE PACIÊNCIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUE ME DESESPERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOBRAM TANTAS MEIAS- VERDADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUE GUARDO PRA MIM MESMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOBRAM TANTOS MEDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUE NEM ME PROTEJO MAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOBRA TANTO ESPAÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DENTRO DO ABRAÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FALTA TANTA COISA PRA DIZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUE NUNCA CONSIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SE O QUE ME DEU FOI DADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei lá,SE O QUE ME DEU JÁ É MEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se o que me deu foi dado ou se é seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei lá... sei lá... sei lá....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se o que me deu , quem sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem souber me salve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que me deu, quem sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUEM SOUBER ME SALVE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-6477464741361794106?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6477464741361794106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=6477464741361794106' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6477464741361794106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6477464741361794106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/falta-tanta-coisa-na-minha-janela-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-5354473191830779383</id><published>2008-04-09T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:30:47.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um mês de peixinhuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_zvJqntCaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0Ce8kv8-Mrc/s1600-h/dani+arrumadinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187283820162648482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_zvJqntCaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0Ce8kv8-Mrc/s320/dani+arrumadinho.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mais um mês de peixinhuss...já caminhamos pro 7º mês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As vezes com a cabeça no travesseiro, lembro como começou. Numa simples reunião, o primeiro encontro, o primeiro olhar, o primeiro contato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A tua vontade de ficar ao meu lado, me conkistou...td q vc fez, mesmo sabendo do q eu passava na época!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O valor q vc me deu, nunca senti igual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Com pode um peixe vivo, viver fora d'água fria??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Parabéns pra gente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Te amo meu peixinhu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-5354473191830779383?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5354473191830779383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=5354473191830779383' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/5354473191830779383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/5354473191830779383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/mais-um-ms-de-peixinhuss.html' title='Mais um mês de peixinhuss'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_zvJqntCaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0Ce8kv8-Mrc/s72-c/dani+arrumadinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3488856104149875013</id><published>2008-04-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:44:43.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_v1P6ntCZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lBwKf02ZfZM/s1600-h/outono_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187009049629886866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_v1P6ntCZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lBwKf02ZfZM/s320/outono_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_v0zantCYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0e7u18t6yeU/s1600-h/outono_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nessa época do ano&lt;br /&gt;Quando o frio vem chegando&lt;br /&gt;E há menos flores que espinhos&lt;br /&gt;Os dias perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Vem a luz&lt;br /&gt;Ainda éramos filhos&lt;br /&gt;Éramos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Até sermos engolidos&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida sem brilho&lt;br /&gt;Por nossos inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Na rotina comum&lt;br /&gt;E sou só um&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou um deles&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou só um&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que pareça tolo&lt;br /&gt;E sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda brigo por sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda brigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paralamas do Sucesso- Flores e Espinhos]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-3488856104149875013?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3488856104149875013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=3488856104149875013' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3488856104149875013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3488856104149875013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/nessa-poca-do-ano-quando-o-frio-vem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_v1P6ntCZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lBwKf02ZfZM/s72-c/outono_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-7705983476089214398</id><published>2008-04-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:04:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurdoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais q estejamos atentos com essa história e anciosos pra descobrir quem foi o filha da P* q fez issu, qual o motivo de tanta crueldade!!! Foi uma vidinhaaa q virou um&lt;em&gt; anjo...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isabella descanse em paz!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que a justiça seja feita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Totalmente chocada com essa história]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-7705983476089214398?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7705983476089214398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=7705983476089214398' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7705983476089214398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7705983476089214398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/absurdoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='Absurdoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-8352937633166260947</id><published>2008-04-02T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:37:04.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá faltando graça e tá sobrando espaço. To sobrando num sobrando sem ventilador.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4658992273645729286-8352937633166260947?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8352937633166260947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=8352937633166260947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8352937633166260947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8352937633166260947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-faltando-graa-e-t-sobrando-espao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-5037998108214924615</id><published>2008-04-01T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:59:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_LTfqntCXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_XsPLDJ5m9I/s1600-h/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184438662027086194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_LTfqntCXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_XsPLDJ5m9I/s320/DSC01480.JPG" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ai como seria bom se eu tivesse essas asas lindas de uma borboleta, pra poder voar, sempre q me sentisse desprotegidaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Puts a ficha ta caindo denovo....e voltei a pensar no q eu naum keria...!!!&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/4658992273645729286-5037998108214924615?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5037998108214924615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=5037998108214924615' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/5037998108214924615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/5037998108214924615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/ai-como-seria-bom-se-eu-tivesse-essas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_LTfqntCXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_XsPLDJ5m9I/s72-c/DSC01480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-6941100491730127402</id><published>2008-03-31T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:00:04.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_FsT6ntCWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3p99LngJiMY/s1600-h/namoradinhus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184043735489251682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_FsT6ntCWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3p99LngJiMY/s320/namoradinhus.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida sem freio me leva, me arrasta, me cega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No momento em que eu queria ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O segundo que antecede o beijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A palavra que destrói o amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tudo ainda estava inteiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No instante em que desmoronou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras duras em voz de veludo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tudo muda, adeus velho mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um segundo tudo estava em paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuide bem do seu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja quem for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E cada segundo, cada momento, cada instante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É quase eterno, passa devagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o seu mundo for o mundo inteiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua vida, seu amor, seu lar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuide tudo que for verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixe tudo que não for passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras duras em voz de veludo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tudo muda, adeus velho mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um segundo tudo estava em paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuide bem do seu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja quem for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Paralamas do Sucesso- Cuide bem do seu Amor]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4658992273645729286-6941100491730127402?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6941100491730127402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=6941100491730127402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6941100491730127402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6941100491730127402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida-sem-freio-me-leva-me-arrasta-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R_FsT6ntCWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3p99LngJiMY/s72-c/namoradinhus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-8933051860665061045</id><published>2008-03-21T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:56:22.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;Onde o ar anda depressa&lt;br /&gt;Vai embora na conversa&lt;br /&gt;Nossa pressa de ficar&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;Onde a flor se arremessa&lt;br /&gt;Onde o vento prega peça&lt;br /&gt;Nos traz festa pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;A criança se debruça&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, menina ainda fuça&lt;br /&gt;Nos cabelos pra ninar&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;Onde a lua se levanta&lt;br /&gt;Nossa rede se balança&lt;br /&gt;Serenata pra acordar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joga a trança&lt;br /&gt;Busca o chão e não o céu&lt;br /&gt;Qual barquinho de papel&lt;br /&gt;Sonha ir de encontro ao mar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joga a trança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busca o chão e não o céu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual barquinho de papel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonha ir de encontro ao mar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;Sendo o descanso do sol&lt;br /&gt;E a ponte vem&lt;br /&gt;Sendo a distância de quem tá só&lt;br /&gt;Um sol&lt;br /&gt;Com a cabeça na lua&lt;br /&gt;A lua que gira, que gira, que gira... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a noite  vem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sendo o descanso do sol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a ponte vem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sendo a distância de quem tá só &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sol com a cabeça na lua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lua que gira, que gira, que gira...&lt;br /&gt;Um sol&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;[O teatro mágico- Na varanda/ No ar]&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/4658992273645729286-8933051860665061045?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8933051860665061045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=8933051860665061045' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8933051860665061045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8933051860665061045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/03/na-varanda-onde-o-ar-anda-depressa-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-4327883574320943726</id><published>2008-03-08T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:48:12.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis meses de peixinhuss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R9Nd8CbPm8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gjegYTfpDtQ/s1600-h/eu+e+dani+(bjo).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175583682803506114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R9Nd8CbPm8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gjegYTfpDtQ/s320/eu+e+dani+(bjo).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...uma lenda muito antiga, conta a história de dois índios que se amavam muito. Mas que não podiam se beijar, porque a índia achava que o jovem índio não era como ela, não tinha o mesmo espírito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o índio a amava tanto que não conseguia viver sem ela. Sua beleza era algo mais belo que todas as estrelas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então aquele índio resolve mostrar a bela índia que os dois podiam ter o mesmo espírito, e fez uma promessa a Jaci. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele disse a Jaci que se bebesse todo o mar que inundava aldeina na cheia, ela os tranformariam em dois peixes da mesma espécie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaci que era muito sábia aceitou a proposta do índio, e este se colocou a beira do mar, em que passou 100 dias bebendo daquela água salgada que lhe feria a boca e fazia mal ao corpo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o amor do índio por sua bela índia era tã ogrande que isso não foi o menor esforço para ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao final do centésimo dia, a beirada do mar já batia muito distante da aldeia e como o prometido, Jaci transformou os dois índios em peixes....os mais belos de todos entre os animais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o rio na região era seco, Jaci teve de lançar os dois peixes no mar, porém a espécie que tinha criado era de rio...E em pouc otempo os dois peixes comecaram a morrer, pois não tinha a comida necessária, e o sal do mar lhes feria a pele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então Jaci com sua sabedoria, pediu a Mandacaru o Deus da Chuva, que enchesse o rio que era seco. E Mandacaru o fez. Mandou a terra, a maior chuva que já tinha feito, na qual até mesmo fez brotar nova vida ao chão da aldeia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o rio que era seco, se tornou o maior e mais puro que os raios de Tupa já tinha iluminado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os dois peixes foram levados ao rio pelo broto, a mando de Jaci. E agora que tinham o mesmo espírito, a mesma pele e o mesmo sentimento....FORAM FELIZES ATÉ ENVELHECER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E até hoje se conta naquela aldeia, a história do índio que salvou a aldeia da inundação com o seu próprio amor, bebendo o mar!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;s2Te amo meu peixe mais coloridooo dos maress!!!!!s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-4327883574320943726?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4327883574320943726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=4327883574320943726' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4327883574320943726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4327883574320943726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/03/seis-meses-de-peixinhuss.html' title='Seis meses de peixinhuss...'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R9Nd8CbPm8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gjegYTfpDtQ/s72-c/eu+e+dani+(bjo).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-2774436333181155524</id><published>2008-03-07T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:40:32.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origem do Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R9Ht8ibPm7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LJQfGBmaKgg/s1600-h/woman-in-red-1024.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175179071114419122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R9Ht8ibPm7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LJQfGBmaKgg/s320/woman-in-red-1024.png" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 8 de março de 1857, operárias têxteis de uma fábrica de Nova Iorque entraram em greve ocupando a fábrica, como reinvidicação pela diminuição da carga horária diária de trabalho, de 16h para 10h. Estas operárias - que recebiam menos de um terço do salário dos homens - foram fechadas na fábrica onde iniciou-se um incêndio. Cerca de 130 mulheres morreram queimadas.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1903, profissionais liberais norte-americanas criaram a Women"s Trade Union League, associação que tinha como principal objetivo ajudar todas as trabalhadoras a exigirem melhores condições de trabalho. Cinco anos depois, mais de 14 mil mulheres marcharam nas ruas de Nova Iorque protestando pelo mesmo motivo das operárias no ano de 1857, além de reinvidicarem o direito de voto. Caminhavam sob o slogan Pão e Rosas, em que o pão simbolizava a estabilidade econômica e as rosas uma melhor qualidade de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Na Conferência Internacional de Mulheres realizada na Dinamarca em 1910, ficou decidido, em homenagem àquelas mulheres, comemorar o 8 de março como Dia Internacional da Mulher. Esta data, porém, só foi reconhecida pela Organização das Nações Unidas em 1975.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Parabéns a nósss mulheresssssssssss! E que apesar dos preconceitos, da desigualdade, do desrespeito, possamos seguir firmess!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-2774436333181155524?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2774436333181155524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=2774436333181155524' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2774436333181155524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2774436333181155524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/03/origem-do-dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Origem do Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R9Ht8ibPm7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/LJQfGBmaKgg/s72-c/woman-in-red-1024.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-1773947261246305659</id><published>2008-02-29T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:32:17.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pior q a distância de Km é a distância de corpo e alma...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-1773947261246305659?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1773947261246305659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=1773947261246305659' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1773947261246305659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1773947261246305659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/pior-q-distncia-de-km-distncia-de-corpo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-8030973172002344298</id><published>2008-02-29T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:45:22.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R8iKnJ-VQkI/AAAAAAAAADs/z0BiFGQAAYU/s1600-h/peixinhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172536577331905090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R8iKnJ-VQkI/AAAAAAAAADs/z0BiFGQAAYU/s320/peixinhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Carinhuuuu de peixinhussssssssss...............q fofoooooooooooo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[Momento sem nda pra postar]&lt;/span&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/4658992273645729286-8030973172002344298?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8030973172002344298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=8030973172002344298' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8030973172002344298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·DEIXEMOS O PLANETA RESPIRAR.&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão mundial: No dia 29 de Fevereiro de 2008 das 19:55 às 20:00 horas propõe-se apagar todas as luzes e se possí&amp;shy;vel todos os aparelhos elétricos, para o nosso planeta poder 'respirar'.Se a resposta for massiva, a poupança energética pode ser brutal.São 5 minutos, para ver o que acontece.Sim, estaremos 5 minutos às escuras, podemos acender uma vela e simplesmente ficar a olhar para ela, estaremos a respirar nós e o planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se que a união faz a força.&lt;br /&gt;Faça sua parte, estarei fazendo a minha.&lt;br /&gt;POr favor, espalhem esse ato e vamos mostrar ao mundo que um simples gesto pode economizar muito e como consequencia preservar um pouco mais do meio ambiente aumentando entaum a nossa qualidade de vida!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/4658992273645729286-7414379881371198350?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7414379881371198350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=7414379881371198350' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7414379881371198350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/7414379881371198350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/deixemos-o-planeta-respirar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-2274440771125273652</id><published>2008-02-24T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:28:58.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ahhhh como é bom nos sentirmos bem com nós mesmos né!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamos mais, rimos muito mais......nem ficamos muito bravos, rsrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos delicados sempre aparecem...sabemos disso...,mas qdo nosso espírito está em paz....parece q td vai se resolver muito fácil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos muito mais verdadeiros em nosso olhares...em nosso abraços, e em nossas ajudas!!!´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é muito interessante perceber q pessoas, amigos próximos.. nos proporcionam isso!!! Naum citarei nomes, mas eles sabem kem são...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só resumo meu dia de hoje...assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo a pessoa mais feliz do mundooo, pois estou sentindo dentro de mim uma paz muito grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aos meus amigos, nunca se sintam sóo!!! Sempre estarei com vcs!!!!!&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/4658992273645729286-2274440771125273652?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2274440771125273652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=2274440771125273652' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2274440771125273652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2274440771125273652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhhh-como-bom-nos-sentirmos-bem-com-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3635583302688961826</id><published>2008-02-23T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:41:47.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sonho.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um sonho sonhado e não realizado, pode trazer frustação????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;[By Jhol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-3635583302688961826?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3635583302688961826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=3635583302688961826' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3635583302688961826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3635583302688961826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3395965864781740212</id><published>2008-02-21T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:50:37.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser um amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Costuma-se dizer que ninguém pode escolher a família em quenasce. Mas é possível selecionar os amigos, que são como a extensão davida. A amizade, um dos sentimentos mais nobres que existem, nasce de forma espontânea, pura e vai se desenvolvendo até chegar à maturidade. Caracteriza-se por uma afinidade muito grande com alguém, baseada no amor,no carinho, na ternura, no respeito, na compreensão, na troca e na ajuda. É um sentimento muito sincero, que não depende da idade, de dinheiro e deposição social.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amigo é um dom precioso. A amizade é um sentimento limpo,verdadeiro e profundo. Instiga a pessoa ao apoio e ao incentivo, quando ascoisas estão bem. E à correção, com muito jeito e carinho, quando estãoerradas. Amigo é aquele que está sempre presente, que adivinha o pensamento do outro, sem melindrá-lo; que é sincero e faz da amizade um ponto positivo na vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais que um irmão, o amigo é a oportunidade que Deus dá a cada um para encontrar sua metade. Com ele, a pessoa pode se revelar verdadeiramente: dizer não, sem medo de ferir; sim, sem medo de bajular; eas verdades, sem medo de ofender. Isso porque se acredita na amizade, porela ser isenta de paixão. Num relacionamento assim, não existe inveja,orgulho, rancor ou grandes mágoas. A verdadeira amizade é eterna, como o amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o amigo, inexiste a censura e o medo de ser por ele conhecido a fundo. Nesse relacionamento, tudo vem à tona: as fraquezas, oslimites, os defeitos, mas também as grandezas de alma e os aspectos positivos. Tudo é aceito, partilhado e vivenciado para o crescimento de ambos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Quando os homens descobrirem o valor da amizade, a vida se tornará melhor, porque vale a pena sentir a felicidade de contar incondicionalmente com alguém). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Post dedicado a tdos os meus amigos...q estão sempre comigu de coração verdadeiro! A todos vcs deixo o meu agradecimento por td...! VCS SÃO ESSENCIAIS PRA MINHA VIDA!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-3395965864781740212?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3395965864781740212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=3395965864781740212' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3395965864781740212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3395965864781740212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/ser-um-amigo.html' title='Ser um amigo...'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-6774831841435090620</id><published>2008-02-16T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:28:04.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R7bRD7u3RZI/AAAAAAAAADM/kwErvePbzfU/s1600-h/TeatroMagico.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167547487958287762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R7bRD7u3RZI/AAAAAAAAADM/kwErvePbzfU/s320/TeatroMagico.bmp" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegou o grandeee diaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! É o dia da MAGIA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINTAXE A VONTADE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-6774831841435090620?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6774831841435090620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=6774831841435090620' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6774831841435090620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/6774831841435090620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/chegou-o-grandeee-diaaaaaaaaaaaaa-o-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R7bRD7u3RZI/AAAAAAAAADM/kwErvePbzfU/s72-c/TeatroMagico.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-8252491803380268967</id><published>2008-02-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:19:41.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá chegandooo a horaa da mágiaaa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;já tentei calcular o meu valor&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre encontro sorriso e o meu paraíso é onde&lt;br /&gt;estou&lt;br /&gt;Por que a gente é desse jeito?&lt;br /&gt;criando conceito pra tudo que restou&lt;br /&gt;Meninas... são bruxas e fadas&lt;br /&gt;Palhaço é um homem todo pintado de piadas&lt;br /&gt;Céu azul é o telhado do mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Sonho é uma coisa que fica dentro do meu travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei calcular o meu valor&lt;br /&gt;E sempre encontro sorriso... e o meu paraíso é onde&lt;br /&gt;estou&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei... na verdade quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Perguntar... da onde veio a vida&lt;br /&gt;por onde entrei... deve haver uma saída&lt;br /&gt;e tudo fica sustentado... pela fé&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade ninguém... sabe o que é&lt;br /&gt;Velhinhos são crianças nascidas faz tempo&lt;br /&gt;com água e farinha colo figurinha e foto em documento&lt;br /&gt;Escola! É onde a gente aprende palavrão...&lt;br /&gt;Tambor no meu peito faz o batuque do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei calcular o meu valor&lt;br /&gt;E sempre encontro sorriso... e o meu paraíso é onde&lt;br /&gt;estou&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei... na verdade quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Perceber que a cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;tem um olho chorando de alegria e outro chorando de&lt;br /&gt;luto&lt;br /&gt;tem louco pulando o muro, tem corpo pegando doença&lt;br /&gt;tem gente trepando no escuro, tem gente sentido&lt;br /&gt;ausência&lt;br /&gt;Meninas... são bruxas e fadas&lt;br /&gt;Palhaço é um homem todo pintado de piadas&lt;br /&gt;Céu azul é o telhado do mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Sonho é uma coisa que fica dentro do meu travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei calcular o meu valor&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre encontro sorriso e o meu paraíso é onde&lt;br /&gt;estou&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Teatro Mágico - Eu Não Sei Na Verdade Quem Eu Sou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-8252491803380268967?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8252491803380268967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=8252491803380268967' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8252491803380268967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8252491803380268967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/t-chegandooo-horaa-da-mgiaaa.html' title='Tá chegandooo a horaa da mágiaaa...'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-8364715561424029025</id><published>2008-02-12T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:40:34.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples desejos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R7Im_ru3RYI/AAAAAAAAADE/NQw_kWeFxIs/s1600-h/sonhos+de+garota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166234598060279170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R7Im_ru3RYI/AAAAAAAAADE/NQw_kWeFxIs/s320/sonhos+de+garota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apaixonar-se.Rir até não aguentar mais.Um chuveiro quente.Um olhar especial.Receber uma carta.Conduzir numa estrada linda.Ouvir a música preferida no rádio.O presente.Ficar na cama a ouvir a chuva cair lá fora.Chocolate.Uma chamada de longa distância.Aquela viagem.Um banho de espuma.Rir baixinho.O sol.Uma boa conversa.A praia.Rir de si mesmo.Crescer.Chamadas à meia noite que duram horas.Banho de mangueira.Rir por nenhuma razão especial.Alguém que te diz que és o máximo.Amigos.Ouvir acidentalmente alguém dizer bem de nós.Acordar e verificar que ainda há algumas horas para continuar a dormir.Chorar de tristeza ou alegria.O primeiro beijo (ou mesmo o primeiro com alguém especial).Desejos.A vida.Um forte abraço.Fazer novos amigos ou passar o tempo com os velhos.Brincar com um cachorrinho.Imaginar.Haver alguém a mexer-te no cabelo.Belos sonhos.Chocolate quente.Balançar.Borboletas.Letras de canções que fazem lembrar alguém.Filme com pipoca.Trocar um olhar.Ganhar um jogo.O Futuro.Uma declaração.Dinheiro.Fazer algo especial.Receber presentes.Passar tempo com amigos íntimos.Ver o sorriso e ouvir as gargalhadas dos amigos.Um carinho.Andar de mão dada com quem gostamos.Crescer.Encontrar por acaso um velho amigo e ver que algumas coisas boas (ou más) nunca mudam.Patinar sem cair.Observar aquela pessoa que fica feliz ao lhe ver.Brigar e fazer as pazes.O nascer do sol.Acordar para mais um dia.O futuro.Uma loucura. As estrelas. Familia. Um brinde.Viver.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fofo né, peguei emprestado do orkut da minha linda amiga japa...Verônicaa hehehe!!! Êêêêê saudadesssss da senhoritaaa!!&lt;/em&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/4658992273645729286-8364715561424029025?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8364715561424029025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=8364715561424029025' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8364715561424029025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/8364715561424029025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/vontades-de-uma-garotaa.html' title='Simples desejos!'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R7Im_ru3RYI/AAAAAAAAADE/NQw_kWeFxIs/s72-c/sonhos+de+garota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-1213651791729562437</id><published>2008-02-09T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:20:36.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¨5 Meses de Peixinhuss¨</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R6204Lu3RXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LCIEReT0g1E/s1600-h/eu+e+peixee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164983224978851186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R6204Lu3RXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LCIEReT0g1E/s320/eu+e+peixee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Menino se te vejo de manhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Meu dia inteiro ja valeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Menino meu chá de hortelã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Menino se te quero sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Melhor pra você melhor pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Entaum porque desapareceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu posso ir lá na tua casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu vou me disfarçar de cobertor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Essa saudade me arrasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E se eu te chamar vê se não se atrasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu sou seu tempero de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seu brinquedo de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só pra te beijar,Só pra te beijar. Eu vou beber o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só pra te beijar,Só pra te beijar,Só pra te beijar,Só pra te beijar. Eu vou beber o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só pra te beijar,Só pra te beijar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Parabéns pra gente....meu peixe mais lindo dos maress!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TE AMOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4658992273645729286-1213651791729562437?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1213651791729562437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=1213651791729562437' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1213651791729562437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/1213651791729562437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-meses-de-peixinhuss.html' title='¨5 Meses de Peixinhuss¨'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R6204Lu3RXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LCIEReT0g1E/s72-c/eu+e+peixee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-4365181790320207965</id><published>2008-02-09T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:05:38.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Free Hugs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62wkru3RUI/AAAAAAAAACk/N-Pq88R3LfM/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164978491924890946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62wkru3RUI/AAAAAAAAACk/N-Pq88R3LfM/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vc ker um abraço!? Sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entaum vem pra cá!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pq vcs fazem isso? Pra trazer um pouco mais de alegria ao teu dia?! Ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entaum ker um abraço??? Sim, Sim!!!! Uebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouvimos muito essa perguntaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitos pensavam q era pegadinha, ficavam surpresos, vários recusaram (faz parte, temos q respeitar), mas muitos tbm..já conheciammm e ja vinham com os braços super abertosss....e nós nem um pouco anciosos pra abraçar iamos correndo ao encontro desses! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com era bom abraçarrr.....E as crianças??? Nossa como gostam de abraçar, q delíciaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem os policias escaparamm!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São momentos por muitas vezes difíceis de se descrever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só posso resumir q foi bom demaissssssssss!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164981232114025810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62zELu3RVI/AAAAAAAAACs/QUhX8xu7dNY/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-4365181790320207965?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4365181790320207965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=4365181790320207965' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4365181790320207965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/4365181790320207965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/free-hugs.html' title='*Free Hugs*'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62wkru3RUI/AAAAAAAAACk/N-Pq88R3LfM/s72-c/DSC00834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-2190509478324892531</id><published>2008-02-09T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T05:50:50.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niver do Langoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62r37u3RSI/AAAAAAAAACU/CxgfZReXnO8/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164973325079233826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62r37u3RSI/AAAAAAAAACU/CxgfZReXnO8/s320/DSC00756.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 05, foi niver dessa figurassa aíi!!!! Thiago Lango Lango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui a primeira a chegar na churrascada, com o objetivo de ajudar a colocar as bexigas, q o pai dele ja havia colocado..inclusive com a ajuda de dois cabos de vassoura hauahuhaua e ngm percebeu a presença dos cabos lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiago Lango Lango saiu do banho e montamos o videokê, ñ sabiamos q ia nos render bouaaas gargalhadasss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim a galera começou a chegar...e com essa galera td é motivo de zuação!&lt;br /&gt;Conversa vai e conversa vem...comes e bebesss....&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Juliane e Lucas, estavamos conversando lá fora...qdo derrepente a Verônica aparece dizendo q tinha add música pras meninas cantaremmm, entaum tá né. Issu só podia dar em merda, nos empolgamos demais e resolvemos cantar macarena. Só naum imaginavamos q os meninos iam começar a dançar e q depois iriam fazer as meninas dançarem tbm..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois dos micos...a galera começou a ir embora, e só restaram eu, Lucas, a namorada do Lucas, q eu eskeci o nome e a Bruna. Qdo eu penso em ir embora...cai a chuva....Hunffff.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois o padrão chegou com o Jhol e Otávio. Ficamos conversando um poukinho e  fomos ao niver do Diegoo. Tava bom tbm...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ainda...foi ver a cara de surpresa do pai do Diego ao ver o padrão na festa do filho dele....rsrsrsrsrrsrsrsrsrsrrs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62uS7u3RTI/AAAAAAAAACc/_e1qHBNtyrQ/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164975987958957362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62uS7u3RTI/AAAAAAAAACc/_e1qHBNtyrQ/s320/DSC00811.JPG" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu conversando com o Jhol...qdo derrepende chega uma galera...fazendo o maior auêe....tdos fantasiadosss, (bando de louco), só poderia ser o povo da igreja....prontos para irem ao carnaval de Santa Branca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia muito gostoso...muitas muitas muitas risadasss com esse povo doidooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh naum posso eskecer do Ricardão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658992273645729286-2190509478324892531?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2190509478324892531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=2190509478324892531' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2190509478324892531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/2190509478324892531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/niver-do-langoo.html' title='Niver do Langoo'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R62r37u3RSI/AAAAAAAAACU/CxgfZReXnO8/s72-c/DSC00756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658992273645729286.post-3275509892128305518</id><published>2008-02-04T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:43:20.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever com o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R6ejDsoV3DI/AAAAAAAAABo/_QNgEs8BNQk/s1600-h/companheirismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163274781718862898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R6ejDsoV3DI/AAAAAAAAABo/_QNgEs8BNQk/s320/companheirismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segundo o Thiago, em um blog naum devemos pensar no q escrever, e sim abrir o coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esses dias me perguntaram se eu estava bem, pq eu estava muito quietaa ultimamente! E respondi que estava num momento de kerer ficar mais no meu canto...refletindo em algumas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num desses momentos de silêncio me bateu uma saudade da minha irmã q não vejo a mto tempo, dos meus amigos, e percebi o qto d coisas eu estava perdendo, estava deixando de viver momentos q por menores q sejam, são importantes e eu sentiria um grande arrependimento no futuro de não ter aproveitado a esses momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tbm precebi o qto as pessoas são importantes em nossa vida, o tocar, o poder de uma abraço, de ver os sorrisos, o rosto sereno, o poder ficar preocupado com kem gostamos....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje eu acordei com uma vontade ver a galera da PJ, de conversar, de fazer as brincadeiras mais bestas do mundooo.........mas amanhãaa eu sei q verei tdos no niver do Thiagooo! E ja fikei sabendo através do languinhooo q tem muuitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa bexigaaa pra gente brincar...e se perder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entaum desde já parabéns Thiagoooooooooooo!!!! Td de bom e do melhor pra vcc, te adoroo muitãooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a vc Robertoo, descanse me PAZ!!! Fará muita falta em nosso meioo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akela famosa frase: Viva cada momento da sua vida, como se fosse o ultimo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4658992273645729286-3275509892128305518?l=desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3275509892128305518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658992273645729286&amp;postID=3275509892128305518' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3275509892128305518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658992273645729286/posts/default/3275509892128305518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desabafodeumaflor.blogspot.com/2008/02/escrever-com-o-corao.html' title='Escrever com o coração'/><author><name>Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13118732713528176972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/SGwfBtoOHKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_LBHYLLqCs/S220/DSC01743.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co4tKuVYr7c/R6ejDsoV3DI/AAAAAAAAABo/_QNgEs8BNQk/s72-c/companheirismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
