<?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-5688371337401054266</id><updated>2011-10-01T09:41:17.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um já para começar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-6872300503218904929</id><published>2011-01-22T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T04:06:10.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exigencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TTrH0CFFxpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zOxQlY-BHCc/s1600/brilho20eterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TTrH0CFFxpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zOxQlY-BHCc/s320/brilho20eterno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564979986295015058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando só um abraço te peço, &lt;div&gt;e não acho seus braços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a muros para me segurar, mais minha proprias paredes já não sinto mais quando estou longe de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De novo em algo que me atrai, só não sei ainda se dura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e novamente vou eu perder noites de sono pensando em alguém que possa fazer passar o inverso como se estivesse num pleno verão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua voz, sua voz.. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-6872300503218904929?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/6872300503218904929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2011/01/exigencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6872300503218904929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6872300503218904929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2011/01/exigencia.html' title='Exigencia'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TTrH0CFFxpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zOxQlY-BHCc/s72-c/brilho20eterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-2379735813334539549</id><published>2010-07-29T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T04:34:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A tanto tempo que já não posto nada que isso está mais é pra um blog fantasma víu, HUAHUAHUAHA'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais tudo bem a vida é uma constante mudança, e se o tempo a gente é quem faz, estou precisando de uma maquina de fazer tempo em minha mente \O'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero também agrader meus seguidores que mesmo eu não tendo postado tanto como antigamente, continuaram aqui firme e forte [EBAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ] (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aah agora vou dizer um breve tchau e até mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraços&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-2379735813334539549?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/2379735813334539549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-8214325413766430136</id><published>2009-12-07T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:44:51.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRESTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Em meus momentos escuros    &lt;br /&gt;Em que em mim não há ninguém,     &lt;br /&gt;E tudo é névoas e muros     &lt;br /&gt;Quanto a vida dá ou tem, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Se, um instante, erguendo a fronte    &lt;br /&gt;De onde em mim sou aterrado,     &lt;br /&gt;Vejo o longínquo horizonte     &lt;br /&gt;Cheio de sol posto ou nado &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Revivo, existo, conheço,    &lt;br /&gt;E, ainda que seja ilusão     &lt;br /&gt;O exterior em que me esqueço,     &lt;br /&gt;Nada mais quero nem peço.     &lt;br /&gt;Entrego-lhe o coração. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_stthKPlguF4/Sx1pOw63JZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0JhDhu1b86k/s1600-h/1253490359931_f%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1253490359931_f" border="0" alt="1253490359931_f" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_stthKPlguF4/Sx1pQhrvDEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/e7mUjPbYJTk/1253490359931_f_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-8214325413766430136?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/8214325413766430136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/12/fresta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8214325413766430136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8214325413766430136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/12/fresta.html' title='FRESTA'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_stthKPlguF4/Sx1pQhrvDEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/e7mUjPbYJTk/s72-c/1253490359931_f_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-240255119761373101</id><published>2009-12-06T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:55:21.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprenda a gostar de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aprenda a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você...&lt;br /&gt;A idade vai chegando e, com o passar do tempo, nossas prioridades na vida vão mudando...&lt;br /&gt;A vida profissional, a monografia de final de curso, as contas a pagar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa parece estar sempre presente... A busca pela felicidade, com o amor da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequenas ficamos nos perguntando "quando será que vai chegar?" E a cada nova paquera, vez ou outra nos pegamos na dúvida "será que é ele?".&lt;br /&gt;Como diz meu pai: "nessa idade tudo é definitivo", pelo menos a gente sempre achava que era.&lt;br /&gt;Cada namorado era o novo homem da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Fazíamos planos, escolhíamos o nome dos filhos, o lugar da&lt;br /&gt;lua-de-mel e, de repente...&lt;br /&gt;PLAFT! Como num passe de mágica ele desaparecia, fazendo criar mais expectativas a respeito "do próximo".&lt;br /&gt;Você percebe que cair na guerra quando se termina um namoro é muito natural, mas que já não dura mais de três meses.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, você procura melhor e começa a ser mais seletiva.&lt;br /&gt;Procura um cara formado, trabalhador, bem resolvido,&lt;br /&gt;inteligente, com aquele papo que a deixa sentada no bar o resto da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Você procura por alguém que cuide de você quando está doente, que não reclame em trocar aquele churrasco dos amigos pelo aniversário da sua avó, que jogue "imagem e ação" e se divirta como uma criança, que sorria de felicidade quando te olha, mesmo quando você está de short,camiseta e chinelo.&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade, ficar sem compromisso, sair sem dar satisfação, já não tem o mesmo valor que tinha antes.&lt;br /&gt;A gente inventa um monte de desculpas esfarrapadas, mas&lt;br /&gt;continuamos com a procura incessante por uma pessoa legal,que nos complete, e vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tivermos maquiagem e perfume, vamos à luta... E&lt;br /&gt;haja dinheiro para manter a presença em todos os eventos da&lt;br /&gt;cidade: churrasco, festinhas, boates na quinta-feira.&lt;br /&gt;Sem falar na diversidade, que vai do Forró ao Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o melhor dessa parte é se divertir com as amigas, rir até doer barriga, fazer aqueles passinhos bregas de antigamente e curtir o som...&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para o teto, cantar bem alto aquela música que você adora.&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, voce vai percebendo que para ser feliz com&lt;br /&gt;uma outra pessoa, você precisa, em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela.&lt;br /&gt;Percebe também que aquele cara que você ama (ou acha que ama), e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente não é o homem da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;br /&gt;No final das contas, você vai achar, não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-240255119761373101?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/240255119761373101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/12/aprenda-gostar-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/240255119761373101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/240255119761373101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/12/aprenda-gostar-de-voce.html' title='Aprenda a gostar de você'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-350253691808338295</id><published>2009-11-30T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:51:07.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estudante em dúvida ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SxPNvd6KioI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QQwPa1mNizc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409893792768232066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SxPNvd6KioI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QQwPa1mNizc/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você está acabando o terceiro ano e ainda não se decidiu na profissão certa, você não deve deixar de pesquisar sobre as areas que mais te atraem ou chame sua atenção, então ta aqui uma boa dica de site onde você podera estar vendo uma pequena sintese sobre as profissões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://guiadoestudante.abril.com.br/profissoes/"&gt;http://guiadoestudante.abril.com.br/profissoes/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big beijos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-350253691808338295?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/350253691808338295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/estudante-em-duvida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/350253691808338295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/350253691808338295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/estudante-em-duvida.html' title='Estudante em dúvida ?'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SxPNvd6KioI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QQwPa1mNizc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-2691852830277029534</id><published>2009-11-24T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:13:37.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A IMAGINAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwuxN_ZwAdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nSivXe5NiqY/s1600/5z1a0zl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407610631504265682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwuxN_ZwAdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nSivXe5NiqY/s320/5z1a0zl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Imaginação é mais importante que a ciência, porque a ciência é limitada, ao passo que a imaginação abrange o mundo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-2691852830277029534?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/2691852830277029534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/imaginacao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/2691852830277029534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/2691852830277029534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/imaginacao.html' title='A IMAGINAÇÃO'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwuxN_ZwAdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nSivXe5NiqY/s72-c/5z1a0zl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-5528449737592128278</id><published>2009-11-22T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T04:31:37.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal, legal e legal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwkvF_phodI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PzvwEbCmO2U/s1600/po-royal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwkvF_phodI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PzvwEbCmO2U/s320/po-royal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406904607666446802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E por tudo que é mais legal, o que é mais legal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adversas e controversas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que você acha de mais legal é legal pra todos ? , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou você acha isso somente pelo fato de não saber realmente o que é legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim eu mesma não sei muito bem o que é legal, acho tudo legal e chato ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em questão de 1 minuto o chato passa a ser o meis legal e tudo isso dentro de um pó royal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-5528449737592128278?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/5528449737592128278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/legal-legal-e-legal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5528449737592128278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5528449737592128278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/legal-legal-e-legal.html' title='Legal, legal e legal.'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwkvF_phodI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PzvwEbCmO2U/s72-c/po-royal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-6780275165727096300</id><published>2009-11-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:53:22.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405548296981569442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwRdiUnN36I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OAOeVCV_434/s320/SDC15964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menina cria e imagina, fantasia castelo laranja com bordas amarelo. Eu que contrlo o que costumo imaginar, mais tudo que se imagina se torna criação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trecho do Livro Ísmalia de Alphonsus de Guimarães&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A menina que aos poucos foi trocando a boneca por maquiagem.&lt;br /&gt;Trocando seu mundo de sonhos pelo da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sua vida segue em frente...&lt;br /&gt;O passado não importa.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vive o presente!!!&lt;br /&gt;A garotinha que cansou de acreditar que contos de fadas começam com "era uma vez" e terminam com "um final feliz"...&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito mais que essas letras,frases e fotos que falam sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sou as minhas atitudes,os meus sentimentos,as minhas idéias...&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente faz valer a pena estar vivo,não há filmadora ou máquina fotográfica que registre...&lt;br /&gt;Surpresas,gargalhadas,lágrimas,enfim,o que eu sinto,quem eu sou,você só vai perceber quando olhar nos meus olhos,ou melhor,além deles..."&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/5688371337401054266-6780275165727096300?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/6780275165727096300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/menina-cria-e-imagina-fantasia-castelo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6780275165727096300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6780275165727096300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/menina-cria-e-imagina-fantasia-castelo.html' title='Menina'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwRdiUnN36I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OAOeVCV_434/s72-c/SDC15964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-1105918024077069224</id><published>2009-11-17T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:38:29.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Chico Buarque cantou vale a pena ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwNPHVtAmaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-7E5CZhdiuc/s1600/bailarina31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405250965278333346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwNPHVtAmaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-7E5CZhdiuc/s320/bailarina31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Procurando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem pereba&lt;br /&gt;Marca de bexiga ou vacina&lt;br /&gt;E tem piriri, tem lombriga, tem ameba&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;E não tem coceira&lt;br /&gt;Verruga nem frieira&lt;br /&gt;Nem falta de maneira&lt;br /&gt;Ela não tem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Futucando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem piolho&lt;br /&gt;Ou tem cheiro de creolina&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem um irmão meio zarolho&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Nem unha encardida&lt;br /&gt;Nem dente com comida&lt;br /&gt;Nem casca de ferida&lt;br /&gt;Ela não tem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não livra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem remela&lt;br /&gt;Quando acorda às seis da matina&lt;br /&gt;Teve escarlatina&lt;br /&gt;Ou tem febre amarela&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Medo de subir, gente&lt;br /&gt;Medo de cair, gente&lt;br /&gt;Medo de vertigem&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confessando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo faz pecado&lt;br /&gt;Logo assim que a missa termina&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem um primeiro namorado&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Sujo atrás da orelha&lt;br /&gt;Bigode de groselha&lt;br /&gt;Calcinha um pouco velha&lt;br /&gt;Ela não tem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O padre também&lt;br /&gt;Pode até ficar vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Se o vento levanta a batina&lt;br /&gt;Reparando bem, todo mundo tem pentelho&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Sala sem mobília&lt;br /&gt;Goteira na vasilha&lt;br /&gt;Problema na família&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Procurando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-1105918024077069224?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/1105918024077069224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-chico-buarque-falou-vale-pena-ler.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/1105918024077069224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/1105918024077069224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-chico-buarque-falou-vale-pena-ler.html' title='Se Chico Buarque cantou vale a pena ler'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SwNPHVtAmaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-7E5CZhdiuc/s72-c/bailarina31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-3239037284969714957</id><published>2009-11-11T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:29:10.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS BORBOLETAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SvqtIod7-KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kCCTjUD-u14/s1600-h/1192627932XXtQvz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402821066797873314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SvqtIod7-KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kCCTjUD-u14/s320/1192627932XXtQvz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brancas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azuis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amarelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pretas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brincam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As belas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borboletas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borboletas brancas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São alegres e francas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borboletas azuis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostam muito de luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As amarelinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São tão bonitinhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as pretas, então...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, que escuridão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Poesia de Vinicius de Moraes'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5688371337401054266-3239037284969714957?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/3239037284969714957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-borboletas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/3239037284969714957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/3239037284969714957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-borboletas.html' title='AS BORBOLETAS'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SvqtIod7-KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kCCTjUD-u14/s72-c/1192627932XXtQvz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-3974840106562384678</id><published>2009-11-04T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:04:17.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODA VEZ QUE EU DIGO ADEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SvFtbHxB1FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GFYMZpEMPYQ/s1600-h/isolada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400217740902519890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SvFtbHxB1FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GFYMZpEMPYQ/s320/isolada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda vez que eu digo adeus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quase morro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda vez que eu digo adeus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos Deuses eu recorro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhum Deus contudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece me ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eles vêem tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E te deixam partir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A só um mar de flor em volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabiás de algum lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantam o amor em volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há som melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas seu tom maior se torna menor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda vez que eu digo adeus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Trecho da música, Cássia Eller )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-3974840106562384678?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/3974840106562384678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/toda-vez-que-eu-digo-adeus.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/3974840106562384678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/3974840106562384678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/11/toda-vez-que-eu-digo-adeus.html' title='TODA VEZ QUE EU DIGO ADEUS'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SvFtbHxB1FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GFYMZpEMPYQ/s72-c/isolada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-944415493698334148</id><published>2009-10-31T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T05:33:58.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 provas científicas que video games fazem bem a saúde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/Suws725I4wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z_BMq8QuqR8/s1600-h/video-game-grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398739460169458434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/Suws725I4wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z_BMq8QuqR8/s320/video-game-grande.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vídeo games já levaram a culpa por vários problemas, desde a obesidade até a agressividade, mas várias pesquisas relevam que alguns jogos podem, na realidade, fazer bem à sua saúde. Confira cinco características que podem ser melhoradas e se tornarem mais saudáveis com a ajuda dos vídeo games e ganhe mais pretextos para seus pais deixarem você ficar colado na poltrona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Coordenação motora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesquisas mostram que vídeo games podem aumentar a coordenação motora e a coordenação entre o olho e a mão. Um estudo realizado na Universidade de Iowa (EUA) mostra que jogar três horas semanais de vídeo games ajuda a cirurgiões terem menos erros em procedimentos pouco invasivos. Os jogos também ajudaram os médicos a realizar os procedimentos mais rapidamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Boa forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesquisas mostram que vídeo games podem aumentar a coordenação motora e a coordenação entre o olho e a mão. Um estudo realizado na Universidade de Iowa (EUA) mostra que jogar três horas semanais de vídeo games ajuda a cirurgiões terem menos erros em procedimentos pouco invasivos. Os jogos também ajudaram os médicos a realizar os procedimentos mais rapidamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesquisadores da Universidade de Ottawa, no Canadá, testaram o vídeo game Wii em pacientes com doença de Parkinson. Depois de seis semanas de treinamento diário por 30 minutos com o Wii Fit, de exercícios físicos, e 15 minutos de Wii Sports, com esportes, os participantes do estudo melhoraram significativamente o equilíbrio. Os pesquisadores acreditam que treinamentos deste tipo podem ajudar a diminuir o declínio das funções corporais em pacientes com este problema.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Cérebro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jogar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/tag/tetris/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tetris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, um dos mais antigos e mais populares vídeo games, pode aumentar a eficiência do cérebro. Pesquisadores de Albuquerque (EUA) realizaram os testes com 26 garotas adolescentes que jogaram Tetris durante 30 minutos diários durante três meses. O estudo descobriu que as jogadoras desenvolveram um córtex mais espesso que aquelas que não jogaram. Além disso, as áreas que ficaram mais grossas são aquelas que os cientistas acreditam estar ligadas à coordenação de informações visuais, táteis e auditivas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/tetris/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jogue Tetris aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jogos de ação podem ajudar a aguçar a visão e até mesmo curar a ambilopia, conhecida como “olho preguiçoso”. Nesta condição, a visão de um olho é pior que a do outro, e o tratamento é muitas vezes feito com o uso de um tapa-olho. Entretanto, pesquisadores da Universidade de Nottingham, na Inglaterra, descobriram que uma hora de vídeo game pode melhorar a visão tanto quanto 400 horas do uso de tapa-olhos. Além disso, um estudo da Universidade de Rochester (EUA) descobriu que jogos de tiro em primeira pessoa melhoram a visão ao aumentar a capacidade do cérebro de prestar atenção em vários eventos ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-944415493698334148?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/944415493698334148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-provas-cientificas-que-video-games.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/944415493698334148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/944415493698334148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-provas-cientificas-que-video-games.html' title='5 provas científicas que video games fazem bem a saúde'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/Suws725I4wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z_BMq8QuqR8/s72-c/video-game-grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-227614351638083043</id><published>2009-10-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:31:48.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SujwYGV6jqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/g3AeuVZseyo/s1600-h/index_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828450213596834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SujwYGV6jqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/g3AeuVZseyo/s320/index_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um balão no céu, ela desejou voar,&lt;br /&gt;Flutuando entre as nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Pairando sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Como um balão no céu, não via o perigo a rondar,&lt;br /&gt;Estourando todos seus sonhos para o ar. &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/5688371337401054266-227614351638083043?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/227614351638083043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-um-balao-no-ceu-ela-desejou-voar.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/227614351638083043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/227614351638083043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-um-balao-no-ceu-ela-desejou-voar.html' title=''/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SujwYGV6jqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/g3AeuVZseyo/s72-c/index_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-7911390036624907036</id><published>2009-10-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:39:57.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o corredor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuYI0_Z3xMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NhoM6vq78P8/s1600-h/subterraneos-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397010909916284098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuYI0_Z3xMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NhoM6vq78P8/s320/subterraneos-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em um lindo sonho vejo minha alma correr entre as paredes de um longo corredor, sei sei o que é, Irá dar de frente ao paraíso, e que tamanha harmonia sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Visto-me de luz e abraço o perigo.&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/5688371337401054266-7911390036624907036?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/7911390036624907036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/entre-o-corredor.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/7911390036624907036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/7911390036624907036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/entre-o-corredor.html' title='Entre o corredor'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuYI0_Z3xMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NhoM6vq78P8/s72-c/subterraneos-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-5935701656524569</id><published>2009-10-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:48:21.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuRlIYHyHOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0tfhc4qnsG8/s1600-h/%7BCF631621-8FC6-4C30-97F3-FEB788BCF0E7%7D_Hans%2520Por%2520do%2520Sol%2520Casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396549448085150946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuRlIYHyHOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0tfhc4qnsG8/s320/%7BCF631621-8FC6-4C30-97F3-FEB788BCF0E7%7D_Hans%2520Por%2520do%2520Sol%2520Casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou um nada, no meio de tudo, com todas as coisas preciosas que consegui encontrar nesse longo caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Esbaldando desejos, ferindo-me entre espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Um nada que todos queriam ter, mais só eu consigo ser, é necessário me disfarçar de tudo às vezes, para não correr o perigo da solidão, apesar de que com a solidão não caio nas mãos erradas, mas a solidão me trás sempre uma janela fechada à frente do sol. &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/5688371337401054266-5935701656524569?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/5935701656524569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-nada.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5935701656524569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5935701656524569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-nada.html' title='Um nada'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuRlIYHyHOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0tfhc4qnsG8/s72-c/%7BCF631621-8FC6-4C30-97F3-FEB788BCF0E7%7D_Hans%2520Por%2520do%2520Sol%2520Casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-873360836288613168</id><published>2009-10-23T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:50:34.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuJc4MlvWvI/AAAAAAAAADw/amlr-rJCuQo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395977424065223410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuJc4MlvWvI/AAAAAAAAADw/amlr-rJCuQo/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostrando veias em pulsos anêmicos, correndo atrás de uma cura impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Cadáveres, cadáveres ambulantes como cobras rastejantes.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que já vivem de lembranças, pois já não vêem o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Na memória guarda quase tudo o que passou.&lt;br /&gt;E percebe que o ódio é um sentimento, mas forte que o amor. O sorriso inferior a dor.&lt;br /&gt;Gritando calado, escondendo-se sem ao menos ser procurado.&lt;br /&gt;A luz do sol já alcança sua face com a escuridão da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe, mas distinguir o brilho e o ofusco. &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/5688371337401054266-873360836288613168?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/873360836288613168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/talvez-lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/873360836288613168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/873360836288613168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/talvez-lembrancas.html' title='Talvez lembranças'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuJc4MlvWvI/AAAAAAAAADw/amlr-rJCuQo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-8602402751173242806</id><published>2009-10-22T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:27:39.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuEUjeSgKTI/AAAAAAAAADo/uR8UyoCHzHI/s1600-h/azulejo+branco+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395616428225210674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuEUjeSgKTI/AAAAAAAAADo/uR8UyoCHzHI/s320/azulejo+branco+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O branco é um modo de pensar, o que o branco o faz pensar, ilusões são sempre iguais, é preciso reconstruir a alta estima que já não tem mais.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ruído me perturbando, é o branco que vem chegando, vem chegando, vem chegando, sim começo me lamentando, ele me incomoda, mas ao ver já estou aos prantos, é o branco me incomodando. &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/5688371337401054266-8602402751173242806?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/8602402751173242806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-branco.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8602402751173242806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8602402751173242806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-branco.html' title='O Branco'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SuEUjeSgKTI/AAAAAAAAADo/uR8UyoCHzHI/s72-c/azulejo+branco+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-6163193338947449095</id><published>2009-10-21T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:15:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E lhe trago a paz, e lhe trago a paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/St9rssT7yJI/AAAAAAAAADg/e1NjZFiyDF4/s1600-h/sol-nascente-for-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395149294166329490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/St9rssT7yJI/AAAAAAAAADg/e1NjZFiyDF4/s320/sol-nascente-for-web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao mesmo tempo em que lhe dou sede, lhe dou água na boca,&lt;br /&gt;Ao passar das estações molho seu corpo de suor,&lt;br /&gt;É cômico após fugir de todas as responsabilidades que a vida lhe trás,&lt;br /&gt;Junto a ela venho, e lhe trago a paz. &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/5688371337401054266-6163193338947449095?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/6163193338947449095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-lhe-trago-paz-e-lhe-trago-paz.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6163193338947449095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6163193338947449095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-lhe-trago-paz-e-lhe-trago-paz.html' title='E lhe trago a paz, e lhe trago a paz'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/St9rssT7yJI/AAAAAAAAADg/e1NjZFiyDF4/s72-c/sol-nascente-for-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-1068980130481667655</id><published>2009-10-20T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:07:32.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacanagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/St5se6t73bI/AAAAAAAAADY/pAnXSRD5J5M/s1600-h/aline_02_menor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394868682050231730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/St5se6t73bI/AAAAAAAAADY/pAnXSRD5J5M/s320/aline_02_menor.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; É TENSO HAUHAUHAUHAUHA'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-1068980130481667655?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/1068980130481667655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/sacanagem.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/1068980130481667655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/1068980130481667655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/sacanagem.html' title='Sacanagem'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/St5se6t73bI/AAAAAAAAADY/pAnXSRD5J5M/s72-c/aline_02_menor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-8670850812720982100</id><published>2009-10-19T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:01:19.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As inversas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StzThtaV7yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/50FxO-fkHaI/s1600-h/fogo_e_agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394419029762240290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StzThtaV7yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/50FxO-fkHaI/s320/fogo_e_agua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paz corrupta da guerra sem dores,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi meus olhares, junto com ele foram-se meus amores,&lt;br /&gt;Para que o perdão, se o fogo agora me queima como o gelo,&lt;br /&gt;Derreto-me como o fogo,&lt;br /&gt;Queimo-me como o gelo.&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/5688371337401054266-8670850812720982100?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/8670850812720982100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-inversas.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8670850812720982100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8670850812720982100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-inversas.html' title='As inversas'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StzThtaV7yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/50FxO-fkHaI/s72-c/fogo_e_agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-6025812149774480607</id><published>2009-10-18T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:50:09.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voando com o tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StuMs53LJqI/AAAAAAAAADI/ljg5vsGP9N0/s1600-h/outono4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394059681780672162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StuMs53LJqI/AAAAAAAAADI/ljg5vsGP9N0/s320/outono4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alma voa como folha em temporal,&lt;br /&gt;Já me dói os minutos que me prendi entre pedras,&lt;br /&gt;Borboletas como ancoras voam, desprendidas entre flores que já não tardaram a murchar,&lt;br /&gt;Raios de lua já se desprendem do entardecer.&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/5688371337401054266-6025812149774480607?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/6025812149774480607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/voando-com-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6025812149774480607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/6025812149774480607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/voando-com-o-tempo.html' title='Voando com o tempo'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StuMs53LJqI/AAAAAAAAADI/ljg5vsGP9N0/s72-c/outono4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-3003995671379602019</id><published>2009-10-16T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:47:28.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StkF9CKb93I/AAAAAAAAADA/YDLduwN6ycg/s1600-h/1207856963AZ2Y7O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393348574863685490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StkF9CKb93I/AAAAAAAAADA/YDLduwN6ycg/s320/1207856963AZ2Y7O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se tudo a minha volta não fosse vida e sim somente simulações de como pensar, como agir, como falar, e como andar.Querer estar além de um lugar desconhecido e inabitável, cheio de paranóias do tempo e revestido do doce relento.&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/5688371337401054266-3003995671379602019?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/3003995671379602019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-se-tudo-minha-volta-nao-fosse-vida.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/3003995671379602019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/3003995671379602019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-se-tudo-minha-volta-nao-fosse-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StkF9CKb93I/AAAAAAAAADA/YDLduwN6ycg/s72-c/1207856963AZ2Y7O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-9105049659359241793</id><published>2009-10-15T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:33:42.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SteU8LTdPGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k2O7OpAwyqw/s1600-h/lua_estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392942840346917986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SteU8LTdPGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k2O7OpAwyqw/s320/lua_estrelas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cai a noite do mais alto céu Vêm estrelas, vem a lua, vem o ar de paz que o faz encantar. Com beleza serena faço apaixonar,Com alma pura faço o refletir Com imensos braços faço abraçar Com a mais humilde força de calor acolhedor Que consola os sentimentos mais profundos Você o noite retém tudo o que se espera de mim Com tão belas apresentações de clareza em meio de tanta escuridão Como te entender sendo sempre tão misteriosa Sendo sempre tão bela em tão poucos gestos Não espero nada de ti o noite Além de um mais belo amanhecer.&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/5688371337401054266-9105049659359241793?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/9105049659359241793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/noite.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/9105049659359241793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/9105049659359241793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/SteU8LTdPGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k2O7OpAwyqw/s72-c/lua_estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-5530985090675004298</id><published>2009-10-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:47:27.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StWeI9XIhNI/AAAAAAAAACw/mYsa7Kn2hD8/s1600-h/sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392390005593769170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StWeI9XIhNI/AAAAAAAAACw/mYsa7Kn2hD8/s320/sonho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em volta de um sonho cria-ae um mundo novo de seres e coisas imaginavéis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que aparências não enganam e não são importantes para se viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde cores brotam de grandes árvores com pitadas de espinhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é necessario sorrir, nem chorar, pois não passa de um sonho.&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/5688371337401054266-5530985090675004298?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/5530985090675004298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5530985090675004298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5530985090675004298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StWeI9XIhNI/AAAAAAAAACw/mYsa7Kn2hD8/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-140970485711423598</id><published>2009-10-13T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:41:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ismália</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StSiu7_EsJI/AAAAAAAAACA/SyO0prXNldY/s1600-h/ISMLIA~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392113581129248914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StSiu7_EsJI/AAAAAAAAACA/SyO0prXNldY/s320/ISMLIA~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Quando Ismália enlouqueceu,Pôs-se na torre a sonhar...Viu uma lua no céu,Viu outra lua no mar.No sonho em que se perdeu,Banhou-se toda em luar...Queria subir ao céu,Queria descer ao mar...E, no desvario seu,Na torre pôs-se a cantar...Estava perto do céu,Estava longe do mar...E como um anjo pendeuAs asas para voar...Queria a lua do céu,Queria a lua do mar...As asas que Deus lhe deuRuflaram de par em par...Sua alma subiu ao céu,Seu corpo desceu ao mar...&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/5688371337401054266-140970485711423598?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/140970485711423598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/ismalia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/140970485711423598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/140970485711423598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/ismalia.html' title='Ismália'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StSiu7_EsJI/AAAAAAAAACA/SyO0prXNldY/s72-c/ISMLIA~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-8808776422681186908</id><published>2009-10-13T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:49:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Televisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StSPEQDlGGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vbShZBuM7Dw/s1600-h/televisao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392091957061556322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StSPEQDlGGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vbShZBuM7Dw/s320/televisao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha televisão é algo raro de se encontrar por ai, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela é o que eu posso realmente confiar uma conversa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me enrola por horas sem ao menos eu perceber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me conta segredos que o mundo inteiro já deve saber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cada tomada em sua televisão, cada controle em uma mão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uma olhadinha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duas olhadinhas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/titas/49002/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/titas/49002/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688371337401054266-8808776422681186908?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/8808776422681186908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/televisao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8808776422681186908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/8808776422681186908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/televisao.html' title='Televisão'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StSPEQDlGGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vbShZBuM7Dw/s72-c/televisao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688371337401054266.post-5401274978783024785</id><published>2009-10-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:54:43.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia das Crianças ;DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StNfRSYsaQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nVuYu-FZuIo/s1600-h/crianca-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391757929490442498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StNfRSYsaQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nVuYu-FZuIo/s320/crianca-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As crianças são quase sempre felizes, porque não pensam na felicidade. Os velhos são muitas vezes infelizes, porque pensam demasiadamente nela. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Obs:&lt;/span&gt; não seja velho de pensar que a felicidade não existe. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5688371337401054266-5401274978783024785?l=umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/feeds/5401274978783024785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/feliz-dia-das-criancas-dd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5401274978783024785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688371337401054266/posts/default/5401274978783024785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umjaparacomesar.blogspot.com/2009/10/feliz-dia-das-criancas-dd.html' title='Feliz dia das Crianças ;DD'/><author><name>Luana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05789884233215892105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/TDh4l5G6TuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iy6EXCVVEng/S220/OgAAAK05THxD7NZhtWxKhCZQQUEtqzyoQ4UhuRIcnLAbpBvY1PXtqh5-JBxW3VW64pfsWn8GBq09B6ukHbJNFDip_vsAm1T1ULJGVou6_ilcD-1MDrtiFeQ5dZNq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stthKPlguF4/StNfRSYsaQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nVuYu-FZuIo/s72-c/crianca-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
