<?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-5695824864904155172</id><updated>2011-09-01T05:46:59.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Â-m-a-g-O</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-6222924133150886668</id><published>2011-08-03T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T06:49:27.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preferidas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentando aqui expressar o quanto elas me fazem bem, o quanto tê-las em  minha vida torna tudo mais feliz, mais sorridente e mais especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E foi de repente, convivendo juntas demais e a dança nos aproximou. Aquela em quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5Rawb6oLGA/TjlNOkObDOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dH4ZIDNA81E/s1600/183914_260912177255990_100000116303448_1209864_6055106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5Rawb6oLGA/TjlNOkObDOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dH4ZIDNA81E/s320/183914_260912177255990_100000116303448_1209864_6055106_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636621321268563170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; confiava, hoje é, eu diria, meu porto seguro. Ela cuida de mim, me confronta, diz as verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;es de uma maneira só dela e que por vezes me machuca tanto, mais isso é o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; resumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; da verdadeira am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;izade. Essa dor que sinto logo passa por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; saber que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;é a expressão do seu cuidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ela é o homem da nossa relação (rs) Que tem atitude, que tem presença e se há um problema: "Estamos aqui pra resolver!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Se tornou especial demais e ficar longe traz muita saudade... Amo você assim, do seu jeito, da sua maneira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. mulher de fases, minha Preferida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tayanne Raimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Minha menina, minha b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHj7xsbIA54/TjlNu_krnoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E5fpm1b10C8/s1600/263909_254153041265237_100000116303448_1178992_7629272_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHj7xsbIA54/TjlNu_krnoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E5fpm1b10C8/s320/263909_254153041265237_100000116303448_1178992_7629272_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636621878365494914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oneca... uma mulher. As palavras são pequenas pra te definir, pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a dizer o quanto amo estar com você, sua voz única (rs), suas loucuras, sua impulsividade, seu carinho, seus conselh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;os, sua sinceridade, sua intensidade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O tempo nos afastou, e numa noite que parecia tão normal, numa conversa tão espontânea, numa sinceridade tão plena, o coração se abriu e no espaço guardado houve vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da e Deus trouxe você novamente p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ra perto. Sua alegria me contagia, minha Preferida &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cléia Faria&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A vocês o meu muito obrigada! Por cada momento... por cada sorriso... pelo cuidado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;As palavras não conseguirão expressar fielmente o que sinto por vocês, por ser tão f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;orte, intenso e verdadeiro. Mesmo assim transcrevo aqui um pouco do muito que tenho em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amo vocês!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Compartilhamos sempre das mesmas loucuras... cada uma a sua maneira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEnlbPHIgTk/TjlOXe7QVYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-QalYeSfVXc/s1600/183808_260233607323847_100000116303448_1206821_7831494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3VkCmQXEk0/TjlOy-XEqsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cHxhWjibBHQ/s1600/183808_260233607323847_100000116303448_1206821_7831494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3VkCmQXEk0/TjlOy-XEqsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cHxhWjibBHQ/s320/183808_260233607323847_100000116303448_1206821_7831494_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636623046271085250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-6222924133150886668?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6222924133150886668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/08/preferidas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/6222924133150886668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/6222924133150886668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/08/preferidas.html' title='Preferidas!!!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5Rawb6oLGA/TjlNOkObDOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dH4ZIDNA81E/s72-c/183914_260912177255990_100000116303448_1209864_6055106_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-1704765086850559250</id><published>2011-07-13T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:13:47.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwiXPmlxLXI/Th3fXVH6ddI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nPPkD0HX8pk/s1600/bal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwiXPmlxLXI/Th3fXVH6ddI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nPPkD0HX8pk/s400/bal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628900701183309266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Saudade de beijo... Querendo beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Meu beijo meio moleque, gostoso e cativante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Envolver no meu bailar... no meu beijar!&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/5695824864904155172-1704765086850559250?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1704765086850559250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/beijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1704765086850559250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1704765086850559250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/beijo.html' title='Beijo!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwiXPmlxLXI/Th3fXVH6ddI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nPPkD0HX8pk/s72-c/bal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-7826354324243060140</id><published>2011-07-05T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:11:12.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como um livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXazOGG1Vs0/ThMaNPuGalI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bfSvC-hZRKU/s1600/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXazOGG1Vs0/ThMaNPuGalI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bfSvC-hZRKU/s320/141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625869174376393298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há  quem me interprete pela capa. Há quem me ame apenas por ela. Há quem  viaje em mim. Há quem viaje comigo. Há quem não me entende. Há quem  nunca tentou. Há quem sempre quis ler-me. Há quem nunca se interessou.  Há quem leu e não gostou. Há quem leu e se apaixonou. Há quem apenas  busca em mim palavras de consolo. Há quem só perceba teoria e  objetividade. Mas, tal como um livro, sempre trago algo de bom em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"   style="text-align: right;font-family:'Courier New',Courier,monospace;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aut. Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do blog da Loyanne    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(122, 122, 122);font-family:'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://meumundooparticular.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meumundooparticular.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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/5695824864904155172-7826354324243060140?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7826354324243060140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-um-livro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7826354324243060140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7826354324243060140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-um-livro.html' title='Como um livro'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXazOGG1Vs0/ThMaNPuGalI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bfSvC-hZRKU/s72-c/141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-7336966713500981270</id><published>2011-06-28T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:08:53.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem inteligente falando das mulheres.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBZU-lzykHA/TgnRzl_BoeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5CPP_pcXaNQ/s1600/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBZU-lzykHA/TgnRzl_BoeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5CPP_pcXaNQ/s400/flor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623256294048768482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tenho apenas um exemplar em casa, que mantenho com muito zelo e dedicação, mas na verdade acredito que é ela quem me mantém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mulher vive de carinho. Dê-lhe em abundância. Isso é coisa de homem sim, e se ela não receber de você vai pegar de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos matinais e um 'eu te amo’ no café da manhã as mantém viçosas e perfumadas durante todo o dia. Flores também fazem parte de seu cardápio – mulher que não recebe flores murcha rapidamente e adquire traços masculinos como rispidez e brutalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Respeite a natureza. Você não suporta TPM? Case-se com um homem. Mulheres menstruam, choram por nada, gostam de falar do próprio dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não faça sombra sobre ela. Se você quiser ser um grande homem tenha uma mulher ao seu lado, nunca atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Assim, quando ela brilhar, você vai pegar um bronzeado. Porém, se ela estiver atrás, você vai levar um pé-na-bunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aceite: mulheres também têm luz própria e não dependem de nós para brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O homem sábio alimenta os potenciais da parceira e os utiliza para motivar os próprios. Ele sabe que, preservando e cultivando a mulher, ele estará salvando a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;É, meu amigo, se você acha que mulher é caro demais, vire gay. Só tem mulher quem pode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="aut" &gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/luiz_fernando_verissimo/" class="autor"&gt;Luiz Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/a&gt;&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/5695824864904155172-7336966713500981270?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7336966713500981270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-homem-inteligente-falando-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7336966713500981270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7336966713500981270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-homem-inteligente-falando-das.html' title='Um homem inteligente falando das mulheres.'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBZU-lzykHA/TgnRzl_BoeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5CPP_pcXaNQ/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-3185166838967949621</id><published>2011-06-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:40:30.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu desafio é andar sozinha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eU-N_EM_0aI/Tf-vx33r6_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BdD6bWv-N3Y/s1600/reed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eU-N_EM_0aI/Tf-vx33r6_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BdD6bWv-N3Y/s320/reed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620404131327634418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;De repente essa liberdade de sempre me assusta... me faz em mil pedaços e nesse misto de prazer e agonia eu desisto de entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem é que vai estar me esperando chegar de algum lugar... com brilho no olhar em um anseio de me encontrar. Eu ainda tenho minhas dúvidas...Eu sei que não sou perfeita...Mas, no final do dia... Quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-3185166838967949621?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3185166838967949621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-meu-desafio-e-andar-sozinha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/3185166838967949621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/3185166838967949621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-meu-desafio-e-andar-sozinha.html' title='O meu desafio é andar sozinha.'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eU-N_EM_0aI/Tf-vx33r6_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BdD6bWv-N3Y/s72-c/reed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-1781587428137764773</id><published>2011-06-20T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:09:33.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLDKIWjW2Po/Tf-ZKVrwz7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/lny2lX1iJ7g/s1600/128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLDKIWjW2Po/Tf-ZKVrwz7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/lny2lX1iJ7g/s400/128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620379262880108466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te fazer rir contando piadas sem graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai fazer planos com você para toda vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te entender mesmo quando nem você se entende.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te abraçar nos momentos bons e ruins de sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai perceber algo errado sem nada você precisar dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te fazer dormir fazendo cafuné.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai estar te esperando chegar de algum lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te pegar desprevenida com um longo beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te encher de cócegas até ficar com dor no maxilar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai tirar seu sossego, te tirando a concentração em algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te cantar músicas em um inglês inexplicável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te levar pra sair, comer, dançar, brincar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te ligar logo depois que sair de sua casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai te encher de mimos e carinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai fazer as mais surpreendentes declarações de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai estar presente mesmo estando longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Que vai estar ao teu lado sempre que precisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Por: Loyanne Freire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;E que haja esse alguém pra mim... E que eu tenha esse alguém... Que não me perca sem ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;By  Marrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-1781587428137764773?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1781587428137764773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/06/alguem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1781587428137764773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1781587428137764773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/06/alguem.html' title='Alguém...'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLDKIWjW2Po/Tf-ZKVrwz7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/lny2lX1iJ7g/s72-c/128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-5053284757110983736</id><published>2011-05-18T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:40:34.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio sei lá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTCo30-clZE/TdQusW68K0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SbL0i5piil4/s1600/Borboleta%252Bna%252BJanela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTCo30-clZE/TdQusW68K0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SbL0i5piil4/s320/Borboleta%252Bna%252BJanela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608158775585024834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vontade de mudar tudo... não que tudo esteja tão ruim... é só vontade de mudança. Novidade de vida, depender menos das pessoas... em todos os sentidos. Pra quê círculo social? Rs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa dependencia me faz sentir um nada,me faz sentir tão DEPENDENTE. Esse vicio está me matando, ou a ausência dele?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou cansada de querer e não ter... e esse não ter é culpa minha e de mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fico trancada em minha torre alta... e pela janela vejo a vida passar. Certos dias abro meus braços e deixo a vida se aproximar e de repente ela vem como borboleta. Toco,sinto,cheiro,beijo e novamente nesse mesmo 'de repente' eu deixo ela ir. Apesar de tudo ter sido bom o bastante para perdurar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto falta de sentir falta... de querer de verdade... de estar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Complicado demais para entender,quanto mais para explicar... melhor dizer que acordei MEIO SEI LÁ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-5053284757110983736?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/5053284757110983736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/05/meio-sei-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/5053284757110983736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/5053284757110983736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2011/05/meio-sei-la.html' title='Meio sei lá!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTCo30-clZE/TdQusW68K0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SbL0i5piil4/s72-c/Borboleta%252Bna%252BJanela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-6933702134160815067</id><published>2010-11-19T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:44:06.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/TOZidvTPbXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/C6XwAs7XQp4/s1600/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541224654578871666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/TOZidvTPbXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/C6XwAs7XQp4/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos.Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade.E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências ...A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem.Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida.Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles. Eles não iriam acreditar.Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos.Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure.E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários, de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado.Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo!Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles.E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles.Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer ...Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Autor:&lt;/span&gt; Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5695824864904155172-6933702134160815067?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6933702134160815067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2010/11/amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/6933702134160815067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/S52AToGs3nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Fw4gxr3b0g/s1600-h/tristeza6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448652198859562610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/S52AToGs3nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Fw4gxr3b0g/s320/tristeza6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sintO sua falta,ás vezes eu chOrO... ás vezes eu sOu muitO feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O prOblema é quandO tudo se resume em silênciO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-1511031971559061510?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/S52AToGs3nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Fw4gxr3b0g/s72-c/tristeza6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-159669375407563640</id><published>2010-01-12T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:55:24.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOnfusãOoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio a sua forma prepotente de se isolar do mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio quando vc me ignora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio o jeito claro e aberto de vc desejar outras mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio esse seu desprendimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio essa sua liberdade constante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio pensar em vc o tempo todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio a minha insignificância pra vc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio não ser vista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio não ser percebida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio que vc não encontre em meus olhos abrigo seguro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio odiar tudo isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio saber lidar tão bem com esse desejo e mesmo assim odiá-lo tanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio os seus compromissos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio a sua responsabilidade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio nem ao menos ser odiada por vc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio a nossa história&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio que não tenha tido uma história de verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio não termos uma música nossa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio que não precise de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio que esse desejo seja tão individual, e não possamos partilhá-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio saber que não está pensando em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio esse teu jeito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio que seja tão importante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio as suas respostas que tão prontamente caem, muitas vezes como uma infalível arma contra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio como me sinto idiota e sozinha quando vejo, que de ti eu não tenho nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio não conseguir tê-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio a sua segurança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio não ter acesso nenhum à você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio ainda esperá-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio a minha insegurança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio não ser amada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;odeio tanto..e tanta coisa apenas por desejar demais..apenas por desejá-lo demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ele faz comigo pra eu querê-lo tanto?&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Já expressei de forma tão pouco sincera tantas vezes.No momento não é a minha razão que me impulsiona a escrever, mas os sentimentos que me aproximam dele. E o afastam mais ainda de mim.Sabe o que é pior:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os espaços em branco que ficam entre nós, que se pregam em mim. Pois nele, no único homem que me torna tão suscetível à tanta raiva, há aquela permanente segurança que o torna tão irresistivelmente misterioso.Os motivos que me levam a odiá-lo me fazem querê-lo.E ainda há os motivos que que me fazem apenas querê-lo, que não o condenariam nunca, nem se eu quisesse fazê-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O gosto do seu beijo... Me lembro assim, de coisas ridiculamente distantes e pequenas. E acho isso ridículo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu o quero porque ele não me quer, por que eu ainda o quero?Quero que ele me queira.Pra não apenas querê-lo. Tê-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#003333;"&gt;(É isso... peguei muitas palavras de uma amiga,pq ela sabe transcrever o que sente como eu não sei. Algumas palavras são minhas, mas o fato é que tudo o que está escrito é tudo o que está aqui dentro... essa confusão que hoje tornou-se intensa por vários outros motivos. Então não me pergunte como estarei amanhã! Não me pergunte se estou apaixonada! Eu não tenho essas respostas!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-159669375407563640?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/159669375407563640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusaooo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/159669375407563640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/159669375407563640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusaooo.html' title='cOnfusãOoo!!!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-7260978844368625499</id><published>2009-12-22T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:14:51.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos Verdadeiros!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SzEZ2jHkWRI/AAAAAAAAADk/lYeC1G6xlKA/s1600-h/casal+na+praia%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418140251634030866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SzEZ2jHkWRI/AAAAAAAAADk/lYeC1G6xlKA/s320/casal+na+praia%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem é disso que tenho sentido falta... De saber que posso contar com alguém 100%... De alguém pra tornar tudo mais doce... tudo mais lindo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre que penso em amores 'perfeitos imagino entrega total ou a mais boba e sincera imagem do casal de mãos dadas andando na areia... entregando-se a imensidão do mar. E imagino muito mais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui não tem mar e nem toda essa imensidão... mas ainda há esperança que me faz acreditar que terei esse alguém, que trará toda essa imensidão... o céu estrelado e todo esse prazer de estar junto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amor??&lt;/span&gt; Nem sei mais como definir... não sei nem se foi o que senti, mas algo é certo... Você estará pra sempre em meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quanto as novidades... Acho engraçado nossa capacidade de mudar conforme o que vivenciamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu mudeii... Se isso é bom ou ruim?? Há um pouco de tudo nessa mudança, mas no fundo ainda sou a garota que ama... chora... sonha. E essa mesma garota se importa com os outros... se magoei foi sem intenção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entenda!!! Você deixou minha mente girando. Como pensar que te perderia se nem ao menos sabia que &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o tinha&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi tudo tão físico... foi tudo tão bom... Fui &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cristal&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cristal transparente,reluzente e verdadeiro... Hoje tudo tornou-se só uma lembrança... ou talvez eu tenha dado importância demais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E toda essa confusão é a falta... falta de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sentimentos Verdadeiros&lt;/span&gt;... da entrega mútua... da reciprocidade!!!&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/5695824864904155172-7260978844368625499?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7260978844368625499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/12/sentimentos-verdadeiros.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7260978844368625499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7260978844368625499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/12/sentimentos-verdadeiros.html' title='Sentimentos Verdadeiros!!!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SzEZ2jHkWRI/AAAAAAAAADk/lYeC1G6xlKA/s72-c/casal+na+praia%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-1490187651819598884</id><published>2009-12-03T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:38:03.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu âmago está em conflito!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou vivendo meu contentamento descontente,porém minha mente prodigiosa não me permite falar sobre isso. Ou será a emoção que me impede de entender o que se passa? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim meu coquetel da ambiguidade está ai... mais forte do que nunca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe o efeito dele passe... E ai meu âmago se acalme e a razão me convença fazendo com que eu entenda e consiga escrever sobre isso!!!&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/5695824864904155172-1490187651819598884?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1490187651819598884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/12/meu-amago-esta-em-conflito-estou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1490187651819598884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1490187651819598884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/12/meu-amago-esta-em-conflito-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-6087701808662405299</id><published>2009-10-21T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T04:36:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/St7x_oZxbfI/AAAAAAAAADU/Og-kJiykLXQ/s1600-h/OgAAAMmlbE75kV_-adZ1WfC6efM8W8RQl2HxRHbTaLzyRcfgseucIbXceuZeZSInDjZER_0Xh-1m2nIu49i9KfdHeR4Am1T1UPWz-EDEUvkB0FNoTUVQFesFUcdJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395015479116000754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/St7x_oZxbfI/AAAAAAAAADU/Og-kJiykLXQ/s400/OgAAAMmlbE75kV_-adZ1WfC6efM8W8RQl2HxRHbTaLzyRcfgseucIbXceuZeZSInDjZER_0Xh-1m2nIu49i9KfdHeR4Am1T1UPWz-EDEUvkB0FNoTUVQFesFUcdJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/St7x5pkEJbI/AAAAAAAAADM/fuW1Nu_iiBw/s1600-h/OgAAAMmlbE75kV_-adZ1WfC6efM8W8RQl2HxRHbTaLzyRcfgseucIbXceuZeZSInDjZER_0Xh-1m2nIu49i9KfdHeR4Am1T1UPWz-EDEUvkB0FNoTUVQFesFUcdJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quem ama é assim, fica e se expõe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quem ama se entrega E nessa entrega pode se machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mas este é o desafio de quem quer amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sua dor deve ser grande... Outra vez, decepção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Parecia ser o cara certo,Especialmente feito pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Talvez os pessimistas estejam certos... E os desiludidos donos da razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Jovens sonhadores são ingênuos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E só quebrando a cara aprenderão Que amor eterno é uma utopia Casamento perfeito, ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Príncipe encantado, fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Monogamia é o mesmo que prisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Que a videira não floresça Que a videira não dê frutos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Vem, porém, se alegrar do Senhor Exultai no Deus da salvação Te agrada do Senhor E Ele satisfará os desejos do seu coração Espera no Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No Tempo do Senhor A resposta pra tua oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Só não desista dos seus sonhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Pimentas do reino~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-6087701808662405299?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6087701808662405299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-ama-e-assim-fica-e-se-expoe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/6087701808662405299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/6087701808662405299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-ama-e-assim-fica-e-se-expoe.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/St7x_oZxbfI/AAAAAAAAADU/Og-kJiykLXQ/s72-c/OgAAAMmlbE75kV_-adZ1WfC6efM8W8RQl2HxRHbTaLzyRcfgseucIbXceuZeZSInDjZER_0Xh-1m2nIu49i9KfdHeR4Am1T1UPWz-EDEUvkB0FNoTUVQFesFUcdJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-7772097209236167579</id><published>2009-10-07T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:38:15.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SszDIwp81DI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4SZMobDX8Dk/s1600-h/Ballet_by_miserable_beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897409322865714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SszDIwp81DI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4SZMobDX8Dk/s400/Ballet_by_miserable_beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ela só queria amOr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queria viver bem lOnge da dOr,mas nãO conseguia evitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E da sOlidãO se aprOximava..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By: Pétala.&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/5695824864904155172-7772097209236167579?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7772097209236167579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/ela-so-queria-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7772097209236167579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7772097209236167579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/ela-so-queria-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SszDIwp81DI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4SZMobDX8Dk/s72-c/Ballet_by_miserable_beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-8354799675750375469</id><published>2009-09-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:44:30.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia de dOmingO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SsGAzFJfulI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TaPuruhqNKM/s1600-h/pensando_na_vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386728244355512914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SsGAzFJfulI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TaPuruhqNKM/s320/pensando_na_vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As palavras certas para descreverem o que tenho passado nesses últimos meses não existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Se pudessem sentir o que sinto... Chorariam com a dor do passado,a dor do presente incerto. Mas também sorririam com tanta intensidade que o riso mal caberia na face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tenho vivido coisas novas,conhecido pessoas com as quais jamais imaginei que fariam parte de minha vida. Mas os sentimenos antigos insistem em pertubar minha paz,e confesso que às vezes eles conseguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Porém nada tem superado essa conquista de amizades que desenvolve a felicidade e reduz o sofrimento,duplicando minha alegria e dividindo minha dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Estou aprendendo que não posso escolher como me sinto,mas posso TENTAR escolher o que fazer a respeito. Que ser gentil é mais importante do que estar certo. Que eu sempre posso fazer uma oração por alguém quando não tenho a força para ajudá-lo de alguma outra forma. Que não importa o quanto a vida exija de você, cada um de nós precisa de um amigo brincalhão para se divertir junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E tenho aprendido muito mais, esse aprendizado é graças a DEUS e as pessoas maravilhosas que fazem parte do meu show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Simples momentos,grandes pessoas e &lt;strong&gt;Um Dia De Domingo&lt;/strong&gt; tornando minha vida,meu show mais espetacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E tenho desejado algo... &lt;strong&gt;Que Você saiba ler o que escreve o "amor" calado e ouvir com os olhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Irresoluto e Indubitável são palavras que resumem o que sinto ao escrever a última parte. Frase essa que a pessoa certa provavelmente não irá ler e nunca saberá, mas como dito &lt;strong&gt;"Me intimido com a concorrência"&lt;/strong&gt; e isso é suficiente para que a tal frase não saia daqui. Sofro demasiadamente por antecipação.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Texto inspirado pela companhia de bons e novos amigos e também por Shakespeare. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-8354799675750375469?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/8354799675750375469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-dia-de-domingo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/8354799675750375469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/8354799675750375469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-dia-de-domingo.html' title='Um dia de dOmingO!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SsGAzFJfulI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TaPuruhqNKM/s72-c/pensando_na_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-1621048230500447591</id><published>2009-08-24T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:03:37.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dança do meu sOrrisO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SpKczic9DjI/AAAAAAAAACs/mAbKgiU9qAY/s1600-h/OgAAADOqVHtQKHG4RsYsK8F02FK3Nmy_Beyn3s6eCSr-UZRyEIIISHypFJDxOVHWU6iKUl1Y8QzIIjlrXPPQBSYZ1-MAm1T1UJEcvzADWvXIZGJ0ahp2NASjBNuL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373529714641931826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SpKczic9DjI/AAAAAAAAACs/mAbKgiU9qAY/s400/OgAAADOqVHtQKHG4RsYsK8F02FK3Nmy_Beyn3s6eCSr-UZRyEIIISHypFJDxOVHWU6iKUl1Y8QzIIjlrXPPQBSYZ1-MAm1T1UJEcvzADWvXIZGJ0ahp2NASjBNuL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O rosto parece cheio de luz e não revela os sofrimentos nem os cansaços...Há um sol em cada um dos olhos,às vezes,um luar de ouro,pois sempre brilham de prazer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há beleza em minha vida! Um toque natural.&lt;br /&gt;Meu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw2953494372523(event, this, '1105736607'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #dd4a6a; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick2953494372523(1105736607);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://sitedepoesias.com.br/poesias/42184#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorriso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; se faz canto nessa dança que encanta... Dança que traz vida... Dança que me faz dançar e... sorrir!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sorriso dançante que é o vento levando a tempestade para longe...&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/5695824864904155172-1621048230500447591?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1621048230500447591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/08/danca-do-meu-sorriso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1621048230500447591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/1621048230500447591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/08/danca-do-meu-sorriso.html' title='A dança do meu sOrrisO!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SpKczic9DjI/AAAAAAAAACs/mAbKgiU9qAY/s72-c/OgAAADOqVHtQKHG4RsYsK8F02FK3Nmy_Beyn3s6eCSr-UZRyEIIISHypFJDxOVHWU6iKUl1Y8QzIIjlrXPPQBSYZ1-MAm1T1UJEcvzADWvXIZGJ0ahp2NASjBNuL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-8968467898536583959</id><published>2009-08-19T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:24:59.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estamos com fome de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sow1CjDXO8I/AAAAAAAAACk/NBXm7TgZYR4/s1600-h/04_MHG_cult_estr%25C3%25A9ia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371726773431516098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sow1CjDXO8I/AAAAAAAAACk/NBXm7TgZYR4/s400/04_MHG_cult_estr%25C3%25A9ia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uma vez Renato Russo disse com uma sabedoria ímpar: "Digam o que disserem, o mal do século é a solidão". Pretensiosamente digo que assino embaixo sem dúvida alguma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parem pra notar, os sinais estão batendo em nossa cara todos os dias.Baladas recheadas de garotas lindas, com roupas cada vez mais micros e transparentes, danças e poses em closes ginecológicos, chegam sozinhas. E saem sozinhas. Empresários, advogados, engenheiros que estudaram, trabalharam, alcançaram sucesso profissional e, sozinhos.Tem mulher contratando homem para dançar com elas em bailes, os novíssimos "personal dance", incrível. E não é só sexo não, se fosse, era resolvido fácil, alguém duvida?Estamos é com carência de passear de mãos dadas, dar e receber carinho sem necessariamente ter que depois mostrar performances dignas de um atleta olímpico, fazer um jantar pra quem você gosta e depois saber que vão "apenas" dormir abraçados, sabe, essas coisas simples que perdemos nessa marcha de uma evolução cega.Pode fazer tudo, desde que não interrompa a carreira, a produção. Tornamos-nos máquinas e agora estamos desesperados por não saber como voltar a "sentir", só isso, algo tão simples que a cada dia fica tão distante de nós.Quem duvida do que estou dizendo, dá uma olhada no site de relacionamentos Orkut, o número que comunidades como: "Quero um amor pra vida toda!", "Eu sou pra casar!" até a desesperançada "Nasci pra ser sozinho!".Unindo milhares, ou melhor, milhões de solitários em meio a uma multidão de rostos cada vez mais estranhos, plásticos, quase etéreos e inacessíveis.Vivemos cada vez mais tempo, retardamos o envelhecimento e estamos a cada dia mais belos e mais sozinhos. Sei que estou parecendo o solteirão infeliz, mas pelo contrário, pra chegar a escrever essas bobagens (mais que verdadeiras) é preciso encarar os fantasmas de frente e aceitar essa verdade de cara limpa. Todo mundo quer ter alguém ao seu lado, mas hoje em dia é feio, démodé, brega.Alô gente! Felicidade, amor, todas essas emoções nos fazem parecer ridículos, abobalhados, e daí? Seja ridículo, não seja frustrado, "pague mico", saia gritando e falando bobagens, você vai descobrir mais cedo ou mais tarde que o tempo pra ser feliz é curto, e cada instante que vai embora não volta.Mais (estou muito brega!), aquela pessoa que passou hoje por você na rua, talvez nunca mais volte a vê-la, quem sabe ali estivesse a oportunidade de um sorriso a dois.Quem disse que ser adulto é ser ranzinza? Um ditado tibetano diz que se um problema é grande demais, não pense nele e se ele é pequeno demais, pra quê pensar nele. Dá pra ser um homem de negócios e tomar iogurte com o dedo ou uma advogada de sucesso que adora rir de si mesma por ser estabanada; o que realmente não dá é continuarmos achando que viver é out, que o vento não pode desmanchar o nosso cabelo ou que eu não posso me aventurar a dizer pra alguém: "vamos ter bons e maus momentos e uma hora ou outra, um dos dois ou quem sabe os dois, vão querer pular fora, mas se eu não pedir que fique comigo, tenho certeza de que vou me arrepender pelo resto da vida". Antes idiota que infeliz!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Arnaldo_Jabor/"&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-8968467898536583959?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/8968467898536583959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/08/estamos-com-fome-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/8968467898536583959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/8968467898536583959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/08/estamos-com-fome-de-amor.html' title='Estamos com fome de amor'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sow1CjDXO8I/AAAAAAAAACk/NBXm7TgZYR4/s72-c/04_MHG_cult_estr%25C3%25A9ia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-2417391827285150689</id><published>2009-08-18T06:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:52:04.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EspelhO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SoqxosSvOxI/AAAAAAAAACc/2eRuM4mLdHI/s1600-h/haley-james-lances-da-vida-f1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371300818235374354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SoqxosSvOxI/AAAAAAAAACc/2eRuM4mLdHI/s320/haley-james-lances-da-vida-f1329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dê uma olhada em você no espelho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem você vê te olhando? É a pessoa que você quer ser? Ou é alguém que você queria ser?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pessoa que você deveria ser, mas acabou não sendo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É alguém dizendo a você que você não pode ou não quer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque você pode. Acredite que o amor está por aí. Acredite que sonhos se realizam todos os dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eles se realizam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, a felicidade não vem do dinheiro, da fama ou do poder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ás vezes, a felicidade vem dos bons amigos e da famíliaE da tranquila nobreza de se guiar uma boa vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredite que os sonhos se realizam todos os dias. Porque eles se realizam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então dê uma olhada nesse espelho e lembre-se de ser feliz, porque você merece ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredite nisso. E acredite que os sonhos se realizam todos os dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eles se realizam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(One tree Hill)&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/5695824864904155172-2417391827285150689?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2417391827285150689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/08/espelho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/2417391827285150689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/2417391827285150689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/08/espelho.html' title='EspelhO!'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SoqxosSvOxI/AAAAAAAAACc/2eRuM4mLdHI/s72-c/haley-james-lances-da-vida-f1329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-4378797268583285486</id><published>2009-07-09T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:57:03.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SlYj_0jTn-I/AAAAAAAAACU/PvEqUgZGIZE/s1600-h/OgAAAOSaVPhtJDZGOE8OpaCkL70vYvnhD4Uyf-X5DaixIkR-DNxpHsimuDtYuhAy4_1OBQMckNNOUQVlGtXEFUjfQh8Am1T1UAXxpycfCSJ67HWM6-5dEGDMJWtM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508386149244898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SlYj_0jTn-I/AAAAAAAAACU/PvEqUgZGIZE/s400/OgAAAOSaVPhtJDZGOE8OpaCkL70vYvnhD4Uyf-X5DaixIkR-DNxpHsimuDtYuhAy4_1OBQMckNNOUQVlGtXEFUjfQh8Am1T1UAXxpycfCSJ67HWM6-5dEGDMJWtM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~MúSiCa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SlYhUHTu7gI/AAAAAAAAACM/xKEy-acAymQ/s1600-h/saxofone4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ontem tive uma noite comum... porém teve algo diferente,bem, pelo menos pra mim foi diferente e mágico.&lt;br /&gt;Experimentei... Me deliciei... Viajei... Apreciei ... E me encantei. Me apaixonei mais uma vez pela música... pelo som do Sax bem acompanhado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Como a música nos marca... Como ela está presente em momentos bons e ruins... Como ela nos faz viajar... Viagem ao nosso passado... Aos nossos momentos... Momentos que foram só nossos... Essa viagem tenho feito sozinha,mas nem tudo é tão triste e nem é tanta solidão assim. Há felicidade também... e ontem fui demasiadamente feliz... Parecia que aquela banda estava ali só pra mim... Parecia estar completamente sozinha,apesar de não estar. E foi a primeira vez em que me sentir só não foi tão ruim... E a noite acabou... Mas fui pra casa me sentindo viva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Preciso de mais noites como a de ontem... Preciso de mais música!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;E a minha mais nova companheira &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~Chianca&lt;/span&gt;,obrigadO pela companhia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Tributo ao Michael Jackson, no Butiquim Blues, por Ademir Júnior.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-4378797268583285486?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4378797268583285486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/07/ontem-tive-uma-noite-comum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/4378797268583285486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/4378797268583285486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/07/ontem-tive-uma-noite-comum.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SlYj_0jTn-I/AAAAAAAAACU/PvEqUgZGIZE/s72-c/OgAAAOSaVPhtJDZGOE8OpaCkL70vYvnhD4Uyf-X5DaixIkR-DNxpHsimuDtYuhAy4_1OBQMckNNOUQVlGtXEFUjfQh8Am1T1UAXxpycfCSJ67HWM6-5dEGDMJWtM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-4796282627991486407</id><published>2009-06-23T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:19:55.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SkEOQ9ql_UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-N0Q8R2-m1Y/s1600-h/crepusculo_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350573516886768962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SkEOQ9ql_UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-N0Q8R2-m1Y/s320/crepusculo_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "A mente domina a matéria!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/5695824864904155172-4796282627991486407?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4796282627991486407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/06/mente-domina-materia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/4796282627991486407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/4796282627991486407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/06/mente-domina-materia.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SkEOQ9ql_UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-N0Q8R2-m1Y/s72-c/crepusculo_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-822808482704063580</id><published>2009-06-12T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:01:28.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SjKleUinx_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Nj8oFeQNiRk/s1600-h/palha%25C3%25A7o%2Btriste.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346517647970781170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SjKleUinx_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Nj8oFeQNiRk/s200/palha%25C3%25A7o%2Btriste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não sou fã das datas comemorativas,elas nao me trazem boas lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Me sinto um palhaço triste,tentando transformar o que existe,em alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Que dilema... dividida entre a "responsabilidade" de ser, estar alegre e a realidade... Enfim... Há dias assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5695824864904155172-822808482704063580?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/822808482704063580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/822808482704063580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/822808482704063580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SjKleUinx_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Nj8oFeQNiRk/s72-c/palha%25C3%25A7o%2Btriste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-3263560784406955195</id><published>2009-05-26T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:41:43.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Shv_BLQlcDI/AAAAAAAAABo/uNMRq5ZbBxs/s1600-h/21-05-09_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340142178845159474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Shv_BLQlcDI/AAAAAAAAABo/uNMRq5ZbBxs/s200/21-05-09_1109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se superar, é um conceito simples, basicamente significa se sobressair, fazer um pouco mais, mostrar algo especial. A vida é engraçada as vezes. Pode ser barra pesada. Como quando se apaixona por alguém. Mas eles esquecem de te amar de volta. Quando a sua melhor amiga e seu namorado te deixam sozinha. Quando puxa o gatilho ou acende o fogo e não pode voltar atrás. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No esporte, chamam isso de se superar. Na vida eu chamo isso de pegar pesado. (...) Sabe a expressão que "as melhores coisas da vida são de graça"? Bem, essa expressão é verdadeira. De vez em quando as pessoas se superam Se tornando mais corajosas com elas mesmas As vezes, elas te surpreendem As vezes, elas cedem fácil A vida é engraçada, as vezes. Pode nos surpreender Mas se você estiver perto o suficiente Você encontrará esperança... No mundo das crianças.. Numa canção.. Nos olhos de alguem que você ama.. E se você tiver sorte.. Digo, se você for a pessoa mais sortuda desse planeta.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A pessoa que você ama, decidirá te amar de volta."&lt;/span&gt;&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/5695824864904155172-3263560784406955195?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3263560784406955195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-superar-e-um-conceito-simples.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/3263560784406955195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/3263560784406955195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-superar-e-um-conceito-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Shv_BLQlcDI/AAAAAAAAABo/uNMRq5ZbBxs/s72-c/21-05-09_1109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-754780014934593522</id><published>2009-05-13T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:28:12.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SgsDH_NuazI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFCusjk1BXQ/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335361619313453874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SgsDH_NuazI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFCusjk1BXQ/s320/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SgsCibZdrVI/AAAAAAAAABY/hsPY-iNn-cQ/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Partes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Existem em minha vida várias partes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Existiu...Na verdade ainda existe uma parte que se chama "SolidãO"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Outra parte é "dOr"... Outra "vergOnha"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Existe também a parte "tentandO ser bailarina"... "tentandO amar"... e a parte "somente tentandO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas agOra a parte de minha vida se chama MUDANÇA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E essa mudança é também a prOcura da felicidade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5695824864904155172-754780014934593522?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/754780014934593522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/05/partes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/754780014934593522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/754780014934593522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/05/partes.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SgsDH_NuazI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFCusjk1BXQ/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-4819140432388231776</id><published>2009-05-11T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:52:45.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sgg7bz7mbvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tIRDprEroEA/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334579107603050226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sgg7bz7mbvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tIRDprEroEA/s400/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Mas é a tristeza quem mais me ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5695824864904155172-4819140432388231776?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4819140432388231776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/05/mas-e-tristeza-quem-mais-me-ama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/4819140432388231776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/4819140432388231776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/05/mas-e-tristeza-quem-mais-me-ama.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sgg7bz7mbvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tIRDprEroEA/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-3405865786242659177</id><published>2009-04-29T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:24:04.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sfinz20mZFI/AAAAAAAAABI/vcHpWQADni0/s1600-h/Intimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330194668324283474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sfinz20mZFI/AAAAAAAAABI/vcHpWQADni0/s200/Intimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus, eu quero ficar contigo, eu quero ser seu amigo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero comer no teu prato, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calçar os meus pés nos teus sapatos... E arrastar... Lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E arrastar...Lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus, eu quero muito você... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pegar tuas sandálias e esconder... Esconder pra você não sair, pois quero estar perto de ti... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te abraçar... Lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus eu, quero deitar no teu colo... Te contar tudo, tudo que eu sei... Descansar recostado em teu peito, ouvindo o teu coração... E me acalmar... Lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus eu quero vestir sua camisa... Com as mangas maiores que meus braços... Correr pela casa ao teu encontro... Me abandonar no teu abraço... Te abraçar... Lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Isso é o que quero... Com toda intensidade... Com toda veracidade! É isso que me fará melhor... melhor sempre... Não pra alguém especifico,mas para Ti e para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Deus preciso muito... muito de Ti!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&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/5695824864904155172-3405865786242659177?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3405865786242659177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-eu-quero-ficar-contigo-eu-quero.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/3405865786242659177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/3405865786242659177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-eu-quero-ficar-contigo-eu-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/Sfinz20mZFI/AAAAAAAAABI/vcHpWQADni0/s72-c/Intimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-7849617300131441212</id><published>2009-04-12T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:27:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SeJOfat-0tI/AAAAAAAAABA/kSW73o1DFGs/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323904011160441554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SeJOfat-0tI/AAAAAAAAABA/kSW73o1DFGs/s200/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como são assustadores os humanos, são tantos indicadores,mostradores e registros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas só conseguimos ler alguns... mesmo assim talvez não corretamente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Citação de One tree Hill... uma das minhas paixões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-7849617300131441212?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7849617300131441212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-sao-assustadores-os-humanos-sao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7849617300131441212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/7849617300131441212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-sao-assustadores-os-humanos-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SeJOfat-0tI/AAAAAAAAABA/kSW73o1DFGs/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-85178313151187161</id><published>2009-04-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:08:35.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SduHra0YjVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LDv8KarDUTU/s1600-h/s2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321996564671532370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SduHra0YjVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LDv8KarDUTU/s320/s2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que é o Amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hoje aprendi o que de fato é Amar!&lt;br /&gt;O amar de Deus... E esse amar pode até ser ignorado, mas sempre nos influencia de alguma forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que é o Amor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diga-me como posso amar você?&lt;br /&gt;Você que me fez sofrer, você que me causou tanta dor, que fez jorrar de mim rios de lágrimas, você que me fez sentir tão mal, que me fez sentir raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é amar... Amor incondicional... Amar quem te faz sentir mal... Faz-te sentir raiva... Rejeita-te.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é amar a si próprio... Fazer porque tem que ser feito... Sim porque tem que ser feito, a diferença é não esperar que alguém faça por você!&lt;br /&gt;Quando entendemos e fazemos as coisas simplesmente para ver a face agradável de quem nos rodeia, mesmo que não liguem... A vida flui!&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer complicado, mas quando você se dispuser a Amar... Entenderás e amarás com toda intensidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dizer você faz muita falta... E de fato percebi que Te amo. Em conseqüência desse meu aprendizado não tenho medo de assumir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te intensamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esqueço o passado... Não importa o que dizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus me ama mesmo quando falho...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é amar! Não esperar nada... Apenas amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Completamente Amor!&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/5695824864904155172-85178313151187161?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/85178313151187161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-e-o-amor-hoje-aprendi-o-que-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/85178313151187161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/85178313151187161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-e-o-amor-hoje-aprendi-o-que-de.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/SduHra0YjVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LDv8KarDUTU/s72-c/s2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695824864904155172.post-942475628286107919</id><published>2009-03-30T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:57:28.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Páginas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo que passa e deixa marcas,tempo que me faz ver que não possuo temperança.Mas que também me faz crescer nessa falta... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me faz imaginar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imaginando amar o que eu vejo quando o espelho olha para mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixando ir tudo daqueles que me feriram,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizendo não para pensamentos que tentam me controlar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero viver e não ler esta página novamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente eu posso me imaginar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sendo forte e não deixando pessoas me botarem para baixo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adquirindo alegria ao redor deste tempo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo ir meu passado e contente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho outra chance e vou DANÇAR pois eu não tenho que ler esta página novamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois tudo é Página passada, tudo é passado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeira postagem tem lá sua responsabilidade... mas eu não ligo,estou escrevendo e sendo simplesmente eu mesma... E blog é pra isso... postagens do que se passa no Âmago,ou mesmo sobre o que apenas passa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695824864904155172-942475628286107919?l=vividancesucesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/feeds/942475628286107919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/paginas-tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/942475628286107919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695824864904155172/posts/default/942475628286107919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vividancesucesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/paginas-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>~Viviii~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00514715631222340211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ddu89FLyNvQ/ScvW3_8angI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ET6vw9qTSPE/S220/v26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
