<?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-3197970224966112168</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:31:44.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Maior</title><subtitle type='html'>"Me atiro a vida em buscas de dias melhores, mesmo correndo o risco de permanecer estáticos, como os fracos de espiritos que não lutam, não vencem e não conhecem a dor de uma derrota. Esses, ao fim de sua jornada pela terra, não agradecem a Deus por terem vivido, mas desculpam-se perante Ele por terem apenas passado pela vida" ( Bob Marley )</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-3746383018934276161</id><published>2008-07-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:03:44.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES QUE FICARÃO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/SH4NqcR8I4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/y6TcMlnBFmE/s1600-h/ATgAAACbCMuX9MU44xPxnNrnYbvhAU_lDDf40Am861g9aAQW6bBh4RfW6Wo1qhOOykqVnTbzZr3B2uL-Iy66fu5X5bkxAJtU9VCXHa4nRZbiuoO3A18t5dA2pQhAzA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223627640593458050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/SH4NqcR8I4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/y6TcMlnBFmE/s320/ATgAAACbCMuX9MU44xPxnNrnYbvhAU_lDDf40Am861g9aAQW6bBh4RfW6Wo1qhOOykqVnTbzZr3B2uL-Iy66fu5X5bkxAJtU9VCXHa4nRZbiuoO3A18t5dA2pQhAzA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/SH4Nc7IEnkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/33SbEcISquE/s1600-h/ATYAAAD7uUyBYBp-jrIyBoppjtPOm03UiWeB0tulZWHLO8tlDxZZgCsSD7B9oyTzMGpCJRFumCOICRxkk3HBttaj7vBjAJtU9VCAV4XSSHiuQ2QMtdCnZclUcIDJGw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223627408355401282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/SH4Nc7IEnkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/33SbEcISquE/s320/ATYAAAD7uUyBYBp-jrIyBoppjtPOm03UiWeB0tulZWHLO8tlDxZZgCsSD7B9oyTzMGpCJRFumCOICRxkk3HBttaj7vBjAJtU9VCAV4XSSHiuQ2QMtdCnZclUcIDJGw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/SH4NVWbLVGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a-5ml2ay3Xc/s1600-h/ATYAAADvAfrIHy_rN-1d7WuSKDOGB171rWJvdSQNfHx1cqOJnQ026nNrjjnQTo-6-lOactMWwjCwxtrGdPGlmdaO3LDlAJtU9VAKxa4T0SSiAI0mqE3eoYUH6hM9Xg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223627278244336738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/SH4NVWbLVGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a-5ml2ay3Xc/s320/ATYAAADvAfrIHy_rN-1d7WuSKDOGB171rWJvdSQNfHx1cqOJnQ026nNrjjnQTo-6-lOactMWwjCwxtrGdPGlmdaO3LDlAJtU9VAKxa4T0SSiAI0mqE3eoYUH6hM9Xg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3197970224966112168-3746383018934276161?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3746383018934276161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=3746383018934276161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3746383018934276161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3746383018934276161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/07/saudades-que-ficaro.html' title='SAUDADES QUE FICARÃO!!!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/SH4NqcR8I4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/y6TcMlnBFmE/s72-c/ATgAAACbCMuX9MU44xPxnNrnYbvhAU_lDDf40Am861g9aAQW6bBh4RfW6Wo1qhOOykqVnTbzZr3B2uL-Iy66fu5X5bkxAJtU9VCXHa4nRZbiuoO3A18t5dA2pQhAzA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5233247642322181191</id><published>2008-07-15T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:53:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de Vista Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É inevitavel conversar com uma mulher e não cair num assunto dramático, seria como conversar com um bebado que não falasse de pinga, ou seja, impossivel de acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Normalmente em um roda de amigas a mulher tende a conversar sobre relacionamentos, enquanto o homem em uma roda de amigos tende a falar sobre a mulher gostosa que ele transou na semana anterior..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É dificil entender o porque do sentimentalismo extremo verbalizado pela mulher e chega a ser irritante os joguinhos de sedução que as mesmas são capazes de se submter para conquistar alguém..Como se fosse um desafio a ser conquistado. E depois de feito já não mais interessa tanto e assim elas partem para outros desafios..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se as tratamos bem, levamos chifres, se as tratamos mau elas acabam voltando. E no final elas ainda possuem uma cara de pau de se invejar, reclamando que não conseguem achar os homens certos, que nenhum presta, blá blá blá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como homem deixo aqui a falta de entendimento em relação a mulher, e espero que em algum momento da minha vida, eu consiga ter a felicidade de entender o que se passa na cabeça dessas criaturas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigado pelo espaço para o desabafo, Y&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/3197970224966112168-5233247642322181191?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5233247642322181191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5233247642322181191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5233247642322181191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5233247642322181191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/07/ponto-de-vista-y.html' title='Ponto de Vista Y'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1131919904411689603</id><published>2008-07-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:12:50.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Morte do Senador</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um senador está andando tranqüilamente quando é atropelado e morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A alma dele chega ao Paraíso e dá de cara com São Pedro na entrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Bem-vindo ao Paraíso!'; diz São Pedro -'Antes que você entre, há um probleminha. Raramente vemos parlamentares por aqui, sabe, então não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sabemos bem o que fazer com você. -'Não vejo problema, é só me deixar entrar', diz o antigo senador. -'Eu bem que gostaria, mas tenho ordens superiores.. Vamos fazer o seguinte: Você passa um dia no Inferno e um dia no Paraíso. Aí, pode escolher onde quer passar a eternidade. -'Não precisa, já resolvi. Quero ficar no Paraíso diz o senador. ' -'Desculpe, mas temos as nossas regras.' Assim, São Pedro o acompanha até o elevador e ele desce, desce, desce até o Inferno. A porta se abre e ele se vê no meio de um lindo campo de golfe. Ao fundo o clube onde estão todos os seus amigos e outros políticos com os quais havia trabalhado. Todos muito felizes em traje social. Ele é cumprimentado, abraçado e eles começam a falar sobre os bons tempos em que ficaram ricos às custas do povo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jogam uma partida descontraída e depois comem lagosta e caviar. Quem também está presente é o diabo, um cara muito amigável que passa o tempo todo dançando e contando piadas. Eles se divertem tanto que, antes que ele perceba, já é hora de ir embora. Todos sedespedem dele com abraços e acenam enquanto o elevador sobe. Ele sobe, sobe, sobe e porta se abre outra vez. São Pedro está esperan do por ele. Agora é a vez de visitar o Paraíso. Ele passa 24 horas junto a um grupo de almas contentes que andam de nuvem em nuvem, tocando harpas e cantando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tudo vai muito bem e, antes que ele perceba, o dia se acaba e São Pedro retorna. -' E aí ? Você passou um dia no Inferno e um dia no Paraíso. Agora escolha a sua casa eterna.' Ele pensa um minuto e responde: -'Olha, eu nunca pensei ... O Paraíso é muito bom, mas eu acho que vou ficar melhor no Inferno.' Então São Pedro o leva de volta ao elevador e ele desce, desce, desce até o Inferno. A porta abre e ele se vê no meio de um enorme terreno baldio cheio de lixo. Ele vêtodos os amigos com as roupas rasgadas e sujas catando o entulho e colocando em sacos pretos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo vai ao seu encontro e passa o braço pelo ombro do senador. -' Não estou entendendo', - gagueja o senador - 'Ontem mesmo eu estive aqui e havia um campo de golfe, um clube, lagosta, caviar, e nós dançamos e nos divertimos o tempo todo. Agora só vejo esse fim de mundo cheio de lixo e meus amigos arrasados !!!' Diabo olha pra ele, sorri ironicamente e diz: -' Ontem estávamos em campanha. Agora, já conseguimos o seu voto...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-1131919904411689603?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1131919904411689603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1131919904411689603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1131919904411689603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1131919904411689603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/07/morte-do-senador.html' title='A Morte do Senador'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7381298687132388</id><published>2008-07-05T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:32:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Estava olhando os Classificados do Correio Popular, atenta para ver se teria alguma vaga aberta na minha área, passando os olhos lentamente nos anúncios, quando então observei um anúncio que dizia assim: `Paulão bom de cama, 25 anos', seguido por 'Bruninha topa tudo, com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;apartamento próprio', e muitos outros do mesmo nivel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Até então não tinha conhecimento da depravação que é colocada no jornal. Eu na minha ignorância, pensei ser proibido esse tipo de poluição visual para os leitores, mas com um sentimento de nojo, fechei o jornal e não tive mais o desejo de continuar lendo o resto das notícias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-7381298687132388?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7381298687132388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7381298687132388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7381298687132388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7381298687132388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/07/procura-se.html' title='Procura-se!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7512678004501068313</id><published>2008-07-02T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:39:23.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS QUE NÃO EXISTEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Concerteza&lt;/span&gt; - certo: com certeza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SejE &lt;/span&gt;- certo: sejA, estejA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MenAs&lt;/span&gt; - certo: menOs (sempre).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geito&lt;/span&gt; - certo: jeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pobrema, poblema, plobrema&lt;/span&gt; etc - certo: PROBLEMA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agente (qdo refere-se a nós)&lt;/span&gt; - certo A GENTE. Agente é do FBI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meia cansada&lt;/span&gt; - certo: meiO (meia é metade ou é de colocar no pé).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A nível de&lt;/span&gt; - certo: EM nível de ou somente a nível. Ex: a nível de mundo - errado. A nível mundial ou em nível de mundo - certo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De menor ou de maior&lt;/span&gt; - certo: maior de idade ou somente maior. Ex: fulano não pode dirigir pq é menor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porisso, denovo, derrepente, oque&lt;/span&gt; - certo: por isso, de novo, de repente, o que (se-pa-ra-do!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gospir&lt;/span&gt; - certo: CUspir (quando estiver com dúvida, lembre-se que aquela "bacia" que existe na cadeira do dentista chama-se CUSPIDEIRA e não gospideira...).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pra mim fazer&lt;/span&gt; - certo: pra EU fazer. Mim não conjuga verbo, porra!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fazem 2 anos&lt;/span&gt; - certo: FAZ 2 anos (não importa quanto tempo, é sempre faz).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que calor, estou soando!&lt;/span&gt; - certo: sUando, quem soa é sino!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comi um espinho de peixe&lt;/span&gt; - certo: espinhA. Quem tem espinho é flor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Célebro&lt;/span&gt; - certo: céRebro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há 2 anos atrás&lt;/span&gt; - certo: há 2 anos (só) ou Dois anos atrás (há + atrás = redundância).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nada haver&lt;/span&gt; - certo: nada a ver.&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/3197970224966112168-7512678004501068313?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7512678004501068313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7512678004501068313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7512678004501068313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7512678004501068313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/07/palavras-que-no-existem.html' title='PALAVRAS QUE NÃO EXISTEM'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7520806564028462715</id><published>2008-06-29T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:13:13.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevistando um sábio senhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um famoso repórter de televisão estava em Uzbequistão, no meio de uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grande reportagem que falava sobre os costumes do local.De repente, ele se deparou com um velhinho sábio, e logo começou a entrevistá-lo:- O senhor poderia me contar um fato de sua vida que tenha sido muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marcante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Um dia, há muito tempo, minha cabra se perdeu na montanha. Como manda a nossa tradição, todos os homens da cidade se reuniram para beber e sair à procura da cabra. Quando finalmente a encontramos, já de madrugada, bebemos mais uma dose e, como de costume, todos transaram com a cabra, um por um.Foi uma cena inesquecível!!!- Meu senhor, sinto dize-lhe que a emissora dificilmente levará ao ar essa declaração, então eu sugiro que o senhor conte uma outra história... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem sabe uma história bem feliz...- Ok, também já vivi uma história muito feliz aqui... Um dia, a mulher do meu vizinho se perdeu na montanha. Como manda a nossa tradição, todos os homens da cidade se reuniram para beber e sair à procura da mulher. Quando finalmente a encontramos, bebemos mais uma dose e, como de costume, todos os homens da cidade transaram com a boazuda. Foi o dia mais divertido daminha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Ok, vamos tentar mais uma vez, diz o repórter já preocupado.- Será que o senhor não poderia nos contar uma história muito, muito triste?Então o velho homem baixou a cabeça e, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas, começou:- Um dia, eu me perdi na montanha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-7520806564028462715?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7520806564028462715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7520806564028462715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7520806564028462715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7520806564028462715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/entrevistando-um-sbio-senhor.html' title='Entrevistando um sábio senhor'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-3844442738576037611</id><published>2008-06-29T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:48:17.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectativas irreais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procura desgastante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ilusório&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimentos deturpados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neblina você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passos rápidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direção incerta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você quem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3197970224966112168-3844442738576037611?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3844442738576037611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=3844442738576037611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3844442738576037611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3844442738576037611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/quem.html' title='Quem?'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-2706087923911206997</id><published>2008-05-29T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:09:22.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAR NÃO É FAZER AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dar é dar.Fazer amor é lindo, é sublime, é encantador, é esplêndido.Mas dar é bom pra cacete.Dar é aquela coisa que alguém te puxa os cabelos da nuca...Te chama de nomes que eu não escreveria...Não te vira com delicadeza...Não sente vergonha de ritmos animais. Dar é bom.Melhor do que dar, só dar por dar.Dar sem querer casar....Sem querer apresentar pra mãe...Sem querer dar o primeiro abraço no Ano Novo.Dar porque o cara te esquenta a coluna vertebral...Te amolece o gingado...Te molha o instinto.Dar porque a vida é estressante e dar relaxa.Dar porque se você não der para ele hoje, vai dar amanhã, ou depois de amanhã.Tem pessoas que você vai acabar dando, não tem jeito.Dar sem esperar ouvir promessas, sem esperar ouvir carinhos, semesperar ouvir futuro.Dar é bom, na hora.Durante um mês.Para os mais desavisados, talvez anos.Mas dar é dar demais e ficar vazio.Dar é não ganhar.É não ganhar um eu te amo baixinho perdido no meio do escuro.É não ganhar uma mão no ombro quando o caos da cidade parece querer te abduzir.É não ter alguém pra querer casar, para apresentar pra mãe, pra daro primeiro abraço de Ano Novo e pra falar:'Que que cê acha amor?'.É não ter companhia garantida para viajar.É não ter para quem ligar quando recebe uma boa notícia.Dar é não querer dormir encaixadinho...É não ter alguém para ouvir seus dengos...Mas dar é inevitável, dê mesmo, dê sempre, dê muito.Mas dê mais ainda, muito mais do que qualquer coisa, uma chance ao amor.Esse sim é o maior tesão.Esse sim relaxa, cura o mau humor, ameniza todas as crises e faz você flutuarExperimente ser amado... Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-2706087923911206997?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2706087923911206997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=2706087923911206997' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2706087923911206997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2706087923911206997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/05/dar-no-fazer-amor.html' title='DAR NÃO É FAZER AMOR'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5690224500864737577</id><published>2008-04-24T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:25:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando tudo passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando tudo passar e as cores voltarem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regarei sua alma novamente pela manhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela tarde se me ausentar, deixarei algumas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estrelas espalhadas pela casa, assim não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estará sozinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a noite chegar, não fique triste se &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não puder estar presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixarei meu coração ao lado esquerdo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da cama, então saberá que ele é seu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor não busque a lua, nem ao sol,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as estrelas podem não gostar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se demorar para regressar e a lua ou o sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te conquistarem, avise por favor as estrelas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e as deixem saber que tudo já passou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-5690224500864737577?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5690224500864737577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5690224500864737577' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5690224500864737577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5690224500864737577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/04/quando-tudo-passar.html' title='Quando tudo passar'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-570572162543259835</id><published>2008-04-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:57:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precisei ir</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não me perguntes porque fui. Só sei dizer que fui! Precisei ir, houve necessidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não fui forçada, não me mandaram. Apenas por motivo de força maior , precisei ir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não queria ir, mas nem tudo na vida é a favor de nossas vontades. Existem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;momentos que precisamos nos ausentar. Hoje percebo que faço falta... perguntas o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;motivo de minha ida... perguntas por mim... Talvez eu possa voltar, me tornar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;presente, mas se continuar a brincar, prefiro me manter ausente e seguir com minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;ida em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-570572162543259835?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/570572162543259835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=570572162543259835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/570572162543259835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/570572162543259835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/04/precisei-ir.html' title='Precisei ir'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-2724709788768182331</id><published>2008-04-20T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:55:28.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Dónde estará mi vida, la que pudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haber sido y no fue, la venturosa o la  triste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;horror, esa otra cosaque pudo ser la espada o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el escudo y que no fue? ¿Dónde estará el perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antepasado persa o el noruego, dónde el azar de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no quedarme ciego, dónde el ancla y el mar, dónde &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el olvido de ser quien soy? ¿Dónde estará la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pura noche que al rudo labrador confía el iletrado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y laborioso día, según lo quiere la literatura?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pienso también en esa compañeraque me esperaba,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que tal vez me espera&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Luis Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-2724709788768182331?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2724709788768182331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=2724709788768182331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2724709788768182331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2724709788768182331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/04/lo-perdido.html' title='Lo Perdido'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8004384171349566722</id><published>2008-04-11T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:20:37.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade antes da partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Estive mas nunca possui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pensei que nao sentiria saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; mas ja as sinto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Zeee noiteeeee eu rondo a zidadeee a tee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;procurarrrrrr, zen encontrarr..&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/3197970224966112168-8004384171349566722?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8004384171349566722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8004384171349566722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8004384171349566722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8004384171349566722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/04/saudade-antes-da-partida.html' title='Saudade antes da partida'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7710936968892836683</id><published>2008-01-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:23:46.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas 2008 Ca, Ana, Mi, Lucas, Eu!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O dia comecou cedo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diversao certa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paramos, compras....Roupitias nuevas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felizes, cansados, hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;errado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucas assustado, balada forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cerveja vai, cerveja vem, Carol Hey girl hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucas pegou uma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michele danca com o negao..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol, hey girl hey pra todo mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aninha some, aparece, some..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher bebada cai de cara na grade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol ri, eu mais ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui jogar sinuca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cade todo mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu, tapa na pantera, na cabeca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol toma um shot, dois, tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aninha aparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucas beija e curte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Micheli quer ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol quer mais balada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu pego um telefone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol hey girl hey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELIZ 2008!!!!!&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/3197970224966112168-7710936968892836683?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7710936968892836683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7710936968892836683' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7710936968892836683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7710936968892836683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2008/01/ca-ana-mi-lucas-eu-2008.html' title='Dallas 2008 Ca, Ana, Mi, Lucas, Eu!!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5761905582229779826</id><published>2007-12-31T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:47:32.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOCHILA PRONTA, VAMOS NESSA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A VIRADA TA CHEGANDO E VOU PASSAR COM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PESSOAS ESPECIAIS..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONTO AS NOVAS QUANDO VOLTAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEHEHE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                    FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-5761905582229779826?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5761905582229779826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5761905582229779826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5761905582229779826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5761905582229779826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5365777654199125796</id><published>2007-12-28T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:53:00.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UM DIA DE CALOR NO ARIZONA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/R3V9eZMwrcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zD2qbOwhiVc/s1600-h/eu+aninha+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149159710081985986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/R3V9eZMwrcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zD2qbOwhiVc/s320/eu+aninha+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/R3V9KpMwrbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KcMjy6rnBRw/s1600-h/n588330616_344988_8910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149159370779569586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/R3V9KpMwrbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KcMjy6rnBRw/s320/n588330616_344988_8910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/R3V9EpMwraI/AAAAAAAAAII/-63Fh-j5_iw/s1600-h/n588330616_344971_2732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149159267700354466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/R3V9EpMwraI/AAAAAAAAAII/-63Fh-j5_iw/s320/n588330616_344971_2732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;UM DIA DE CALOR NO ARIZONA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;TIVE CORAGEM DE TIRAR A CAMISETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;AGORA VOU TER QUE TER CORAGEM DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;FAZER BRONZEAMENTO ARTIFICIAL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3197970224966112168-5365777654199125796?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5365777654199125796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5365777654199125796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5365777654199125796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5365777654199125796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-dia-de-calor-no-arizona.html' title='UM DIA DE CALOR NO ARIZONA!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/R3V9eZMwrcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zD2qbOwhiVc/s72-c/eu+aninha+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8129817015688470934</id><published>2007-12-15T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:21:22.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS CRIADAS POR NOS MESMAS AQUI NOS STATES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desconformada&lt;/span&gt;: ato de nao estar conformada com algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;papelito&lt;/span&gt;: um papel pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nazarenta&lt;/span&gt;: palavrao sem definicao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inconfortavel&lt;/span&gt;: estado de nao estar confortavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;parkeando&lt;/span&gt;: ato de estacionar o carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terapista&lt;/span&gt;: profissional que trabalha com terapia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;technicologicamente&lt;/span&gt;: algo relacionado a tecnologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abismatica&lt;/span&gt;: estado abismado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;afiando violao&lt;/span&gt;: ato de afinar o violao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eslarguecer&lt;/span&gt;: ato de alargar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estado sonil&lt;/span&gt;: ato de estar acordado, porem quase dormindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-8129817015688470934?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8129817015688470934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8129817015688470934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8129817015688470934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8129817015688470934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/palavras-criadas-por-nos-mesmas-aqui.html' title='PALAVRAS CRIADAS POR NOS MESMAS AQUI NOS STATES!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7357997315705130685</id><published>2007-12-12T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:59:24.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficar ou ir..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passei a noite pensando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficar ou ir embora?!&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do que ficou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembrancas do que vou deixar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos que deixo pra traz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhares que seguirao comigo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo as malas de novo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou cansada de olha-las,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parece que esperam por mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho vontade de joga-las fora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Finalmente consigo dormir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-7357997315705130685?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7357997315705130685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7357997315705130685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7357997315705130685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7357997315705130685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/ficar-ou-ir.html' title='Ficar ou ir..'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4960487290456396532</id><published>2007-12-03T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:30:58.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pode ser melhor assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pode ser  melhor assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sonho&lt;/span&gt;______ idealizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Noites&lt;/span&gt;______ ilusoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Telefonemas&lt;/span&gt;____ madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beijos, carinhos____&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;______Traicoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sentimentos_____inexistencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ausencia&lt;/span&gt;______renascimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pode ser melhor assim...&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/3197970224966112168-4960487290456396532?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4960487290456396532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4960487290456396532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4960487290456396532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4960487290456396532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/12/pode-ser-melhor-assim.html' title='Pode ser melhor assim'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8108268307940865061</id><published>2007-11-22T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:58:56.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLEXIDADE OU LOUCURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Elas se foram, todas elas, algumas se despediram, outras apenas se foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sem motivos e sem dizer adeus ou ate' logo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Ligo o radio, Alicia Keys deliciosamente canta e aos poucos consegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expulsar o sentimento de solidao, me fazendo pensar em escrever novamente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Saudade, por que esta doendo assim? Pare agora! Nao pedirei novamente! Estou cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de ver sua cara fraca e seu olhar de perdedora. Ja passamos por muitas juntas e nao mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passarei a mao na sua cabeca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Um dia sozinha, dois, tres, uma semana, os dias passam e minha compania se torna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cada vez mais monotona e irritante. Nada me inspira, o fato de nao te-las aqui me deixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;louca. Quero vc aqui, o que sera que ela esta fazendo? Nao conseguiram entender a complexidade do que eu quero. Pararam para se divertir e se perderam nos meus pensamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pediram explicacao para oq eu queria, e acharam insana minhas explicacoes...E se foram..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Estranho o fato de pensar que eu sou louca, pois a magnetude de meus sentimentos assustam a todos e desmascaram aqueles que nao estao prontos para o amor incondicional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-8108268307940865061?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8108268307940865061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8108268307940865061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8108268307940865061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8108268307940865061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/complexidade-ou-loucura.html' title='COMPLEXIDADE OU LOUCURA'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1002378192743064555</id><published>2007-11-16T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:46:06.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achei e  Perdi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensei ter achado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensei, pensei, pensei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensei, pensei e cansei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te beijei, me despedi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lembrancas amareladas no armario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guardo mais essa..&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/3197970224966112168-1002378192743064555?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1002378192743064555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1002378192743064555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1002378192743064555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1002378192743064555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/achei-e-perdi.html' title='Achei e  Perdi...'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1545326024947624525</id><published>2007-11-09T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:31:13.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEJA EU ME BEIJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEIJO MAIS GOSTOSO E' AQUELE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUE FOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TROCADO MIL VEZES COM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OS OLHOS ANTES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DE CHEGAR ATE' A BOCA&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/3197970224966112168-1545326024947624525?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1545326024947624525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1545326024947624525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1545326024947624525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1545326024947624525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/beja-eu-me-beija.html' title='BEJA EU ME BEIJA'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5785932152033480022</id><published>2007-11-07T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:25:06.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOITE COM ANA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DEIXO TUDO PRA TRAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HOJE  FESTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CERVEJA  BOA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;UMA LOIRA, UMA MORENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CONVERSA MASSA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;RISADA TAMBEM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ME LIGA E PODEMOS COMECAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HJ VALE TUDO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;VAMOS NESSA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; LUGAR NAO AJUDA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;COMPANIA COMPENSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TE VEJO CHEGAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BALADA DA FORTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TEMPO DE FESTA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;VAMOS APROVEITAR..&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/3197970224966112168-5785932152033480022?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5785932152033480022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5785932152033480022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5785932152033480022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5785932152033480022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/noite-com-ana.html' title='NOITE COM ANA!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5224466216796058592</id><published>2007-11-06T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:25:55.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua pela na minha, minha mente na dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olho no olho, vejo vc e ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penso em vc, ela me chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Canso do jogo, mais e mais drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao quero jogar, to velha pra drama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acordo... um novo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Solidao na minha cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3197970224966112168-5224466216796058592?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5224466216796058592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5224466216796058592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5224466216796058592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5224466216796058592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/11/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1707205699357068471</id><published>2007-10-05T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:25:13.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME ESPANTO A CADA DIA COM TAMANHA FORCA E VONTADE DE VIVER QUE ELE TEM. ME PREOCUPO, POREM, ME SINTO ORGULHOSA DE SABER QUE NAO EXISTE MEDO PARA ELE E QUE OS OBSTACULOS COLOCADOS EM SEU CAMINHO SAO APENAS PARTE DESSA SUA JORNADA AQUI NA TERRA, E ESTAO PRESENTES PARA SEREM SUPERADOS.&lt;br /&gt;AS VEZES QUERIA TER ESSA SUA FORCA, AS VEZES GOSTARIA DE SER VALENTE E ENFRENTAR O MUNDO SORRINDO E CONTINUAR A FAZER PIADAS, E MAIS AINDA, GOSTARIA DE TER UM CORACAO DO TAMANHO DO SEU&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO PENSO EM TUDO QUE ELE JA PASSOU, PARO POR ALGUNS SEGUNDOS E REALIZO COMO MEUS PROBLEMAS SAO PEQUENOS, COMO FUI INJUSTA MUITAS VESES AO NAO RESPEITAR SUAS OPINIOES, SEI TAMBEM QUE POR MUITAS VESES FUI INCONSEQUENTE AO NAO SEGUIR SUAS REGRAS...&lt;br /&gt;PAI, MINHA ADMIRACAO POR VOCE VAI ALEM DAS PALAVRAS, MEU AMOR POR VOCE SUPERA A SAUDADE, E PODE ESTAR CERTO QUE ESSAS BATALHAS VENCIDAS SAO TROFEUS QUE LEVANTAMOS COM MUITO GOSTO.&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO FREDAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-1707205699357068471?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1707205699357068471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1707205699357068471' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1707205699357068471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1707205699357068471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/10/pai.html' title='PAI'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1341419200399712156</id><published>2007-10-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:31:15.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RwY-IEnHpfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/q7nYsB8paJs/s1600-h/Drummond_smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117846334950843890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RwY-IEnHpfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/q7nYsB8paJs/s320/Drummond_smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar o perdido deixa confundido este coração. Nada pode o olvido contra o sem sentido apelo do Não. As coisas tangíveis tornam-se insensíveis à palma da mão. Mas as coisas findas,muito mais que lindas, essas ficarão.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-1341419200399712156?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1341419200399712156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1341419200399712156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1341419200399712156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1341419200399712156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/10/memoria.html' title='MEMORIA'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RwY-IEnHpfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/q7nYsB8paJs/s72-c/Drummond_smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1131872362916104165</id><published>2007-09-29T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:42:26.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VEJO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; AS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  CORES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOVAMENTE&lt;/span&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/3197970224966112168-1131872362916104165?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1131872362916104165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1131872362916104165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1131872362916104165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1131872362916104165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/vejo-as-cores-novamente.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7736323843615024408</id><published>2007-09-21T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:30:25.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"A maior felicidade é a certeza de sermos amados apesar de ser como somos."- Vitor hugo&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/3197970224966112168-7736323843615024408?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7736323843615024408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7736323843615024408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7736323843615024408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7736323843615024408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/maior-felicidade-certeza-de-sermos.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7620057345249101177</id><published>2007-09-20T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:10:04.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST CALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;POR QUE ME LIGOU?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SERA QUE REALMENTE SE SENTIU MAU COM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O QUE DISSE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUERO UM AMOR NOVO, E NAO VOLTAREI MAIS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A PENSAR EM TUDO QUE TIVE COM VOCE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOJE SEI, IDEALIZEI VOCE EM MINHA VIDA,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E NAO CONTINUAREI COMETENDO OS MESMOS ERROS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAO IMPORTA O PORQUE DE EU TER TE LIGADO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAO IMPORTA O PORQUE DE VC TER ME LIGADO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PENSEI PODER CONTAR COM VC EM MOMENTOS DIFICEIS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS QUEM SABE VC ESTAVA ESPERANDO PELOS FACEIS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ESSES NAO OS TENHO AGORA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PASSAREI SOZINHA POR MAIS ESSA, E DA PROXIMA NAO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A PROCURAREI PARA UMA PALAVRA DE CONFORTO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIGA SUA JORNADA E ESQUECA DA MINHA, POIS A PARTIR DE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOJE, NAO ME IMPORTA O VOCE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-7620057345249101177?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7620057345249101177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7620057345249101177' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7620057345249101177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7620057345249101177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-call-patricia.html' title='THE LAST CALL'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7587933744600050630</id><published>2007-09-16T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:18:08.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VC ME ENTORPECEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Ru3x3Xw_JfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/j9u0D1ZfYWM/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111007085709960690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Ru3x3Xw_JfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/j9u0D1ZfYWM/s320/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIS UMA PAIXAO IMPOSSIVEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELA AMA UM OUTRO ALGUEM,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESSA VEZ NAO VOU ME METER,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAO VOU LUTAR E NEM SOFRER,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOU ME CALAR E OLHAR SUA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELLEZA PASSAR POR MIM, E QUEM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SABE UM DIA NAO TEREI MAIS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VONTADE DE BEIJA-LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUA BOCA E' TENTACAO, SEU CORPO, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UM DELICIOSO QUADRO, DAQUELES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE NAO TEM PRECO, POIS O DONO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAO ESTA DISPOSTO A VENDER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEU OLHAR PEDE CARINHO, SUA PRESENCA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEDE O SILENCIO. E SUA COR...ESSA PEDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEU SUSPIRO E CALAFRIOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONTRADICOES COM MINHAS TEORIAS, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VC E' TUDO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUEM NUNCA PROCUREI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS A VONTADE DE TE-LA ESTA AQUI,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E VC NUNCA SABERA'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&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/3197970224966112168-7587933744600050630?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7587933744600050630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7587933744600050630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7587933744600050630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7587933744600050630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-uma-paixao-impossivel-ela-ama-um.html' title='VC ME ENTORPECEU'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Ru3x3Xw_JfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/j9u0D1ZfYWM/s72-c/main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-3093888827379970800</id><published>2007-09-12T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:56:33.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RuiXqXw_JdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ayvbzBI9NBA/s1600-h/veinta_poemas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109500531441608146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RuiXqXw_JdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ayvbzBI9NBA/s320/veinta_poemas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La canción desesperada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://perso.orange.fr/pablo-neruda/neruda_mp3.htm" target="poema"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerge tu recuerdo de la noche en que estoy.El río anuda al mar su lamento obstinado.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonado como los muelles en el alba.Es la hora de partir, oh abandonado !&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mi corazón llueven frías corolas.Oh sentina de escombros, feroz cueva de náufragos !&lt;br /&gt;En ti se acumularon las guerras y los vuelos.De ti alzaron las alas los pájaros del canto.&lt;br /&gt;Todo te lo tragaste, como la lejanía.Como el mar, como el tiempo. Todo en ti fue naufragio !&lt;br /&gt;Era la alegre hora del asalto y el beso.La hora del estupor que ardía como un faro.&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedad de piloto, furia de buzo ciego,turbia embriaguez de amor, todo en ti fue naufragio !&lt;br /&gt;En la infancia de niebla mi alma alada y herida.Descubridor perdido, todo en ti fue naufragio !&lt;br /&gt;Te ceñiste al dolor, te agarraste al deseo.Te tumbó la tristeza, todo en ti fue naufragio !&lt;br /&gt;Hice retroceder la muralla de sombra.anduve más allá del deseo y del acto.&lt;br /&gt;Oh carne, carne mía, mujer que amé y perdí,a ti en esta hora húmeda, evoco y hago canto.&lt;br /&gt;Como un vaso albergaste la infinita ternura,y el infinito olvido te trizó como a un vaso.&lt;br /&gt;Era la negra, negra soledad de las islas,y allí, mujer de amor, me acogieron tus brazos.&lt;br /&gt;Era la sed y el hambre, y tú fuiste la fruta.Era el duelo y las ruinas, y tú fuiste el milagro.&lt;br /&gt;Ah mujer, no sé cómo pudiste contenermeen la tierra de tu alma, y en la cruz de tus brazos!&lt;br /&gt;Mi deseo de ti fue el más terrible y corto,el más revuelto y ebrio, el más tirante y ávido.&lt;br /&gt;Cementerio de besos, aún hay fuego en tus tumbas,aún los racimos arden picoteados de pájaros.&lt;br /&gt;Oh la boca mordida, oh los besados miembros,oh los hambrientos dientes, oh los cuerpos trenzados.&lt;br /&gt;Oh la cópula loca de esperanza y esfuerzoen que nos anudamos y nos desesperamos.&lt;br /&gt;Y la ternura, leve como el agua y la harina.Y la palabra apenas comenzada en los labios.&lt;br /&gt;Ése fue mi destino y en él viajó mi anhelo,y en él cayó mi anhelo, todo en ti fue naufragio!&lt;br /&gt;Oh sentina de escombros, en ti todo caía,qué dolor no exprimiste, qué olas no te ahogaron.&lt;br /&gt;De tumbo en tumbo aún llameaste y cantastede pie como un marino en la proa de un barco.&lt;br /&gt;Aún floreciste en cantos, aún rompiste en corrientes.Oh sentina de escombros, pozo abierto y amargo.&lt;br /&gt;Pálido buzo ciego, desventurado hondero,descubridor perdido, todo en ti fue naufragio!&lt;br /&gt;Es la hora de partir, la dura y fría horaque la noche sujeta a todo horario.&lt;br /&gt;El cinturón ruidoso del mar ciñe la costa.Surgen frías estrellas, emigran negros pájaros.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonado como los muelles en el alba.Sólo la sombra trémula se retuerce en mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;Ah más allá de todo. Ah más allá de todo.&lt;br /&gt;Es la hora de partir. Oh abandonado !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-3093888827379970800?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3093888827379970800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=3093888827379970800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3093888827379970800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3093888827379970800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_2572.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RuiXqXw_JdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ayvbzBI9NBA/s72-c/veinta_poemas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4192102512765787253</id><published>2007-09-12T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:49:20.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RuiXGnw_JcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IupcbR7LAdc/s1600-h/Fondo%20En%20la%20distancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109499917261284802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RuiXGnw_JcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IupcbR7LAdc/s320/Fondo%2520En%2520la%2520distancia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3197970224966112168-4192102512765787253?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4192102512765787253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4192102512765787253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4192102512765787253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4192102512765787253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RuiXGnw_JcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IupcbR7LAdc/s72-c/Fondo%2520En%2520la%2520distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-909019054020895042</id><published>2007-09-12T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:42:29.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSELHOS X PAIXAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Ruf41Xw_JbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lvqfJTxqy6g/s1600-h/amor16.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109325898071352754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Ruf41Xw_JbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lvqfJTxqy6g/s320/amor16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Conselhos sao como ar condicionado de carro. Eles existem para o bem estar de uma ou mais pessoas, podem ser alterados durante a viagem, mas se a pessoa ao seu lado abrir a janela, o ar perde sua funcao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ao dar conselhos a uma pessoa apaixonada, as chances sao grande de nao ser escutada, e' como se toda a logica do mundo, naquele momento perdesse a razao, e de repente o ce'u passa ser vermelho, os arco-iris aparecem com mais frequencia, aquele jardim, no caminho de volta para casa, antes nem percebido, se torna a mais bela paizagem e voce ate resolve parar alguns minutos todos os dias para admira-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um dia desses uma amiga veio conversar comigo, ela com apenas 19 anos, aquele olhar apaixonado, com mil sonhos e desejos, e varios planos em sua cabeca. Foi como se eu conseguisse me ver a alguns anos atraz, tao pura, inocente, com a certeza que nada seria mais forte do que a paixao que guardava em meu coracao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Escutei minha amiga falando de como estava apaixonada e de seus sonhos e planos para ficar perto da pessoa que ama. Na medida que ela falava, eu me imaginava a alguns anos atraz, e minha vontade era dizer para ela parar de sonhar, alerta-la que ela iria se machucar e que nao vale apena sonhar tanto, e principalmente, dizer a ela que nenhuma paixao consegue vencer a distancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Na verdade, eu nao pude, nao tive a ousadia de acabar ou tentar acabar com sua felicidade, mesmo porque, quem pode estar certo de que a historia dela terminaria como a minha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma pessoa apaixonada, nao consegue um dialogo logico com uma pessoa que nao esteja apaixonada, pois uma pessoa fala com a razao e a outra com o coracao. Uma soa louca e a outra parece nao ter sentimentos. E' como chamar Don Quixote de louco por seguir suas aventuras sem medo de se machucar. Seria ele o louco, ou seriam loucos aqueles que os julgavam diferente e insano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A paixao tem razoes que a propria razao desconhece"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/3197970224966112168-909019054020895042?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/909019054020895042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=909019054020895042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/909019054020895042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/909019054020895042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/conselhos-x-paixao.html' title='CONSELHOS X PAIXAO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Ruf41Xw_JbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lvqfJTxqy6g/s72-c/amor16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-6229984747067709686</id><published>2007-09-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:10:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM, NAO, CERTO E ERRADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;atitude nao pede explicao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou palavras em vao, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando crianca sim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; as vezes e' nao, ou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nao e' sim sem razao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando adultos certo as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vezes e' errado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e errado certo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem sempre ha fundamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando esquecemos o que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentimos e fazemos escolhas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baseadas em nossos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensamentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/3197970224966112168-6229984747067709686?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6229984747067709686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=6229984747067709686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6229984747067709686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6229984747067709686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/sim-nao-certo-e-errado.html' title='SIM, NAO, CERTO E ERRADO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5950233287787510118</id><published>2007-09-02T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:26:24.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RttiuyGb_7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/d1CH5QGC2fA/s1600-h/olhar+verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105783158416867250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RttiuyGb_7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/d1CH5QGC2fA/s320/olhar%2Bverde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3197970224966112168-5950233287787510118?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5950233287787510118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5950233287787510118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5950233287787510118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5950233287787510118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RttiuyGb_7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/d1CH5QGC2fA/s72-c/olhar%2Bverde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-568224082520147265</id><published>2007-09-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:23:19.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rtth9CGb_6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bi4a4rrlfXw/s1600-h/1277844163_9b9df6c2ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105782303718375330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rtth9CGb_6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bi4a4rrlfXw/s320/1277844163_9b9df6c2ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3197970224966112168-568224082520147265?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/568224082520147265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=568224082520147265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/568224082520147265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/568224082520147265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rtth9CGb_6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bi4a4rrlfXw/s72-c/1277844163_9b9df6c2ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4087545174616971304</id><published>2007-08-29T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:20:13.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtWcsiGb_5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VJaq3k34edQ/s1600-h/sonhos_sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104158041576308626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtWcsiGb_5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VJaq3k34edQ/s320/sonhos_sonhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3197970224966112168-4087545174616971304?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4087545174616971304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4087545174616971304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4087545174616971304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4087545174616971304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtWcsiGb_5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VJaq3k34edQ/s72-c/sonhos_sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-3798023485212724720</id><published>2007-08-29T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:24:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O PARADOXO DO NOSSO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós bebemos demais, fumamos demais, gastamos sem critérios, dirigimos rápido demais, ficamos acordados até muito mais tarde, acordamos muito cansados, lemos muito pouco, assistimos TV demais e rezamos raramente. Multiplicamos nossos bens, mas reduzimos nossos valores. Nós falamos demais, amamos raramente, odiamos freqüentemente. Aprendemos a sobreviver, mas não a viver; adicionamos anos à nossa vida e não vida aos nossos anos. Fomos e voltamos à Lua, mas temos dificuldade em cruzar a rua e encontrar um novo vizinho. Conquistamos o espaço, mas não o nosso próprio. Fizemos muitas coisas maiores, mas pouquíssimas melhores. Limpamos o ar, mas poluímos a alma; dominamos o átomo, mas não nosso preconceito; escrevemos mais, mas aprendemos menos; planejamos mais, mas realizamos menos. Aprendemos a nos apressar e não, a esperar. Construímos mais computadores para armazenar mais informação, produzir mais cópias do que nunca, mas nos comunicamos menos. Estamos na era do 'fast-food' e da digestão lenta; do homem grande de caráter pequeno; lucros acentuados e relações vazias. Essa é a era de dois empregos, vários divórcios, casas chiques e lares despedaçados.. Essa é a era das viagens rápidas, fraldas e moral descartáveis, das rapidinhas, dos cérebros ocos e das pílulas "mágicas". Um momento de muita coisa na vitrine e muito pouco na dispensa. Uma era que leva essa carta a você, e uma era que te permite dividir essa reflexão ou simplesmente clicar 'delete'. Lembre-se de passar tempo com as pessoas que ama, pois elas não estarão por aqui para sempre. Lembre-se de dar um abraço carinhoso num amigo, pois não lhe custa um centavo sequer. Lembre-se de dizer "eu te amo" à sua companheira (o) e às pessoas que ama, mas em primeiro lugar, ame... ame muito. Um beijo e um abraço curam a dor, quando vêm de lá de dentro. O segredo da vida não é ter tudo que você quer, mas AMAR tudo que você tem! Por isso, valorize o que você tem e as pessoas que estão ao seu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                          (autor desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3197970224966112168-3798023485212724720?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3798023485212724720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=3798023485212724720' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3798023485212724720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3798023485212724720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-paradoxo-do-nosso-tempo.html' title='O PARADOXO DO NOSSO TEMPO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8307627333060134615</id><published>2007-08-24T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T11:36:41.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtMZQSGb_4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bQD0aLBqZgI/s1600-h/paisagem.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103450570268344194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtMZQSGb_4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bQD0aLBqZgI/s320/paisagem.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtMTziGb_3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E2-TYb34Spo/s1600-h/caminhos-de-ng.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103444578788966258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtMTziGb_3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E2-TYb34Spo/s320/caminhos-de-ng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As vezes ando so' trocando passos com a solidao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos que sao meus e que nao abro mao"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/3197970224966112168-8307627333060134615?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8307627333060134615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8307627333060134615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8307627333060134615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8307627333060134615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/momentos.html' title='MOMENTOS'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RtMZQSGb_4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bQD0aLBqZgI/s72-c/paisagem.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5236772016121472319</id><published>2007-08-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:27:57.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rsu7GyGb_2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/mDjKkhCWUPw/s1600-h/equality.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101376728129601378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rsu7GyGb_2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/mDjKkhCWUPw/s320/equality.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3197970224966112168-5236772016121472319?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5236772016121472319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5236772016121472319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5236772016121472319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5236772016121472319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/equality.html' title='EQUALITY'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rsu7GyGb_2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/mDjKkhCWUPw/s72-c/equality.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-830149627999932935</id><published>2007-08-20T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:41:01.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANHA ALEGRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dia maravilhoso! Cheiro de vida misturado com vanilla, pela janela do meu quarto consigo ver ruas floridas alegrando os estudantes que caminham para suas aulas. Para aumentar a felicidade, que hoje me irradia, coloco o dvd da Ivete e canto em quanto me troco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegando ao trabalho ainda canto Ivete, e claro a energia e' boa de mais. Mesmo ninguem entendendo, todos se alegram ao escutar , nao minha voz, que claro e' maravilhosa, mas sim a energia boa que eu trago nessa manha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha mente esta' pronta, meu corpo se prepara, o novo esta' chegando, novas ruas, novas caras. Deus e' bom de mais, as vezes penso nao merecer, mas quando deito e penso nele, nada mais tenho se nao a agradecer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-830149627999932935?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/830149627999932935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=830149627999932935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/830149627999932935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/830149627999932935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/manha-alegre.html' title='MANHA ALEGRE!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1265870755530552320</id><published>2007-08-18T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:15:46.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVIN ANNABELLE</title><content type='html'>FOR ONE HUMAN BEING TO LOVE ANOTHER: THAT IS PERHAPS THE MOST DIFFICULT OF ALL TASKS... THE WORK FOR WHICH ALL OTHER WORK IS BUT PREPARATION. - Rainer Marie Rilke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-1265870755530552320?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1265870755530552320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1265870755530552320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1265870755530552320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1265870755530552320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/lovin-annabelle.html' title='LOVIN ANNABELLE'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8444587500012660166</id><published>2007-08-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:27:08.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCE NA MINHA MENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paciencia no momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem tempo para reflexoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frieza de pensamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voce no meu peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trago lembrancas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixo as fotos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;levo os beijos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esqueco o que passou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ignoro o fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confusao de passado/presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contradicoes permanentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais vc na minha mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;futuro impertinente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de novo voce presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-8444587500012660166?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8444587500012660166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8444587500012660166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8444587500012660166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8444587500012660166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/paciencia-no-momento-sem-tempo-para.html' title='VOCE NA MINHA MENTE'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-3142297153946580862</id><published>2007-08-16T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:39:15.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDRAS NO CAMINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui apenas me despedir das amigas, jogar um futebol, dar umas risadas com a galera. Ja' estava tudo mais do que pronto para a viajem, estava ansiosa e pensativa com as classes novas, novos horarios de trabalho e novas amizades que viriam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claro que jamais pensei que haveria a chance de eu me machucar naquele dia, mas o imprevisto faz mais do que parte do meu cotidiano, e nesse caso o imprevisto teve nome de fratura de clavicula! Estranho, pois nem mesmo me lembrava que tinha clavicula ate' o incidente, e jamais pensei que uma fratura na clavicula me impeidiria de fazer tantas coisas..Como por exemplo amarrar meu tenis, trocar uma camiseta ou mesmo carregar alguns livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depender dos outros para pequenas funcoes, como a de amarrar os tenis, mostrou-me um sentimento de impotencia total, me fez pensar tambem naquelas pessoas que tem uma deficiencia e como deve ser complicado dia a dia dessas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao somente me machuquei naquele dia, mas tambem tive a maravilhosa certesa de que tenho a melhor familia do mundo me dando suporte em todos os momentos da minha vida. E isso nao tem preco que pague. E gracas a Deus esse amor e doacao jamais acabara'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O efeito dos medicamentos ajudaram-me a ter melhores noites de sono, as minhas amigas ajudaram-me a trocar de roupa e minha forca ajudou-me a estar de volta a ativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As pedras no caminho existirao sempre, como seguiremos e' que diferenciara' quem seremos. Hoje escolho desviar e seguir em frente, nao as ignoro, porem nao as valorizo a ponto de mudar minhas proprias metas, simplismente sigo em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3197970224966112168-3142297153946580862?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3142297153946580862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=3142297153946580862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3142297153946580862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3142297153946580862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/pedras-no-caminho.html' title='PEDRAS NO CAMINHO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5943408764933104723</id><published>2007-08-11T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:15:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO PARA TUDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tudo neste mundo tem seu tempo;cada coisa tem sua ocasião.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de nascer e tempo de morrer;tempo de plantar e tempo de arrancar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;tempo de matar e tempo de curar;tempo de derrubar e tempo de construir.&lt;br /&gt;Há tempo de ficar triste e tempo de se alegrar;tempo de chorar e tempo de dançar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;tempo de espalhar pedras e tempo de ajuntá-las;tempo de abraçar e tempo de afastar.&lt;br /&gt;Há tempo de procurar e tempo de perder;tempo de economizar e tempo de desperdiçar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;tempo de rasgar e tempo de remendar;tempo de ficar calado e tempo de falar.&lt;br /&gt;Há tempo de amar e tempo de odiar;tempo de guerra e tempo de paz.&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/3197970224966112168-5943408764933104723?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5943408764933104723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5943408764933104723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5943408764933104723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5943408764933104723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/tempo-para-tudo.html' title='TEMPO PARA TUDO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8726927580240834458</id><published>2007-08-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:09:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lembre-se que o melhor relacionamento é aquele no qual o amor de um pelo outro é maior do que a necessidade que um tem do outro" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Não existe nada tão comovente - nem mesmo atos de amor ou ódio - como a descoberta de que não se está sozinho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Prefira os que dizem não resolutamente aos que dizem sim vacilantemente." (Ralph Waldo Emerson) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ódio produz casamentos duradouros. O ódio não suporta a idéia de ver o outro voando livre, para longe... O ódio segura, para que o outro não seja feliz. O ódio gruda mais que amor. Porque o amor deixa o outro voar..." (Rubens Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O conhecimento é orgulhoso por ter aprendido tanto; a sabedoria é humilde por não saber mais." (William Cowper). "Saber o que é possível, é o começo da felicidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A gente encontra o próprio estilo, quando não consegue fazer as coisas de outra maneira". (Paul Klee, pintor sueco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A dúvida é o princípio da sabedoria". (Aristóteles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Amar não é aceitar tudo. Aliás: onde tudo é aceito, desconfio que há falta de amor." Vladimir Maiakovski &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se a luz é o primeiro amor da vida, não será o amor a luz da vida? O amor é a única paixão que não admite nem passado nem futuro. Poetas são todos aqueles que amam e sentem as grandes verdades e as dizem, e a verdade das verdades é o amor. (Bayle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3197970224966112168-8726927580240834458?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8726927580240834458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8726927580240834458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8726927580240834458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8726927580240834458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/pensamentos.html' title='PENSAMENTOS'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-6843123922995331666</id><published>2007-08-06T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:30:27.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOU NESSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu vou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rre_kDfTmEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ej1t0GiI9PI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095752129525815362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="1" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rre_kDfTmEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ej1t0GiI9PI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RrfAYTfTmFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iOlc1l-YD0o/s1600-h/bandeira_brasil_simulada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095753027173980242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RrfAYTfTmFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iOlc1l-YD0o/s320/bandeira_brasil_simulada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passagens em mãos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;asas abertas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensamentos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;malas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAUDADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;familia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;arroz com feijão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bundas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dormir até as 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bruninho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inverno quente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;churrasco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caipirinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu volto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&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/3197970224966112168-6843123922995331666?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6843123922995331666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=6843123922995331666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6843123922995331666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6843123922995331666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/vou-nessa.html' title='VOU NESSA'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rre_kDfTmEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ej1t0GiI9PI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4549410540993079162</id><published>2007-08-05T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:32:43.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEFORE SUNSET</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhei hj algumas fotos antigas que ainda guardo em minha gaveta. Como foi especial aquela nossa viajem! Tinha absoluta certeza que você seria minha pra sempre, e que nada no mundo tiraria você de perto de mim..Nem mesmo o destino teria tal poder!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Os anos passaram rápido, e o destino  provou sua superioridade, não choro mais ao lembrar que um sonho as vezes pode mesmo ser apenas um sonho, e que a luta para torna-lo real pode custar muito sofrimento e decepções...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Sinto falta de conversar, de tê-la presente, sinto falta de rir com suas provocações, talvez o que mais sinta falta seja a sintonia que sempre existiu entre nós. Sintonia essa que se faz cada vez mais ausente, como se fosse uma estação de rádio que consegue se escutar, porém com muitos ruídos até que acaba tendo que trocar para outra estação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Assisti um filme hj, cujo nome é `Antes do Amanheçer´(Before Sunset). Me lembrou muito da nossa história, mas não da real história passada, me lembrou da idealização que fiz de nosso final.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Me comove o fato de depois de 9 anos separados, ainda possa haver tamanha conexão entre os dois personagens. Mesmo eles havendo seguido caminhos diferentes, se reencontram e é mais do que transparente o desejo e a nescessidade de ficarem juntos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Um final feliz é sempre bem vindo, mas ninguém enfatiza o percurso percorrido para atingir esse final tão almejado. Será que foi mesmo tão fácil? Quantas pessoas se feriram para que os dois ficassem juntos e felizes?Deixa pra lá, apenas um final feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-4549410540993079162?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4549410540993079162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4549410540993079162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4549410540993079162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4549410540993079162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/before-sunset.html' title='BEFORE SUNSET'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-6114395500939856819</id><published>2007-08-03T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:22:39.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELICIDADE, ENCONTRE A SUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Amigos, colegas, familiares, seres humanos possivelmente racionais, estranhamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;tem algo em comum entre eles, todos tentam adivinhar pensamentos e sentimentos alheios, enquanto nem ao menos possuem uma definição sobre seus próprios. Na ânsia de ajudar, ou mesmo provar para si ou para o mundo sua racionalidade, pecam ao premeditar situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ontem mesmo uma amiga me ligou dos EUA, conversamos um pouco sobre a vida, familia, amigos, um pouco de tudo, e ao fim da nossa conversa  ela se despediu dizendo que seria melhor eu não voltar ao Brasil, pois não encontraria minha felicidade. Achei engraçado, pois ela estava fora do país ha algum tempo, porém estava completamente infeliz, tomando remedio para dormir e se sentindo muito sozinha, pensando até em se mudar para outra cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Será que a felicidade está nos esperando em alguma cidade ou mesmo em outro país? A resposta é tão obvia que me nego a responder. Me deixa intrigada o fato de algumas pessoas serem tão inteligentes e ao mesmo tempo ignorantes, ou seria contraditória a palavra mais correta? Não sei, dificil achar a gramatica mais coerente pra descrever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A busca pela minha felicidade continua sempre. Quem diz que é plenamente feliz, mente! Não existe plenitude quando falamos de felicidade. Mas é claro que podemos achar em nós mesmos um equilibrio, e esse nos faz superar as triztesas mais facilmente, e nos ajuda também a valorizar  momentos felizes, fazendo desses mais duradouros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Encontrei e vou continuar procurando, pois creio que haverá sempre mais, sempre melhor e principalmente sempre pessoas para compartilhar esse meu estado de equilibrio, estando feliz e buscando mais e mais felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-6114395500939856819?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6114395500939856819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=6114395500939856819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6114395500939856819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6114395500939856819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/felicidade-encontre-sua.html' title='FELICIDADE, ENCONTRE A SUA'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4191740403651598240</id><published>2007-08-02T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:19:51.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando mais que Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RrIPKTfTmCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Z6zjp4KsbYA/s1600-h/Pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094150798214141986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RrIPKTfTmCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Z6zjp4KsbYA/s320/Pessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sossega,coração! Não desesperes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez um dia, para além dos dias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontres o que queres porque o queres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, livre de falsas nostalgias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atingirás a perfeição de seres. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pobre sonho o que só quer não tê-lo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pobre esperença a de existir somente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como quem passa a mão pelo cabelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E em si mesmo se sente diferente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como faz mal ao sonho o concebê-lo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sossega, coração, contudo! Dorme!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sossego não quer razão nem causa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quer só a noite plácida e enorme,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A grande, universal, solente pausa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes que tudo em tudo se transforme&lt;/em&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/3197970224966112168-4191740403651598240?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4191740403651598240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4191740403651598240' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4191740403651598240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4191740403651598240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/sossegacorao-no-desesperes-talvez-um.html' title='Fernando mais que Pessoa'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RrIPKTfTmCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Z6zjp4KsbYA/s72-c/Pessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-904157423937398284</id><published>2007-08-02T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:00:50.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando pessoa sempre!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero rosas, desde que haja rosas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero-as só quando não as possa haver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que hei-de fazer das coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que qualquer mão pode colher?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a noite senão quando a aurora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fez em ouro e azul se diluir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que a minha alma ignora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É isso que quero possuir.&lt;br /&gt;Para quê?... Se o soubesse, não faria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Versos para dizer que inda o não sei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho a alma pobre e fria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, com que esmola a aquecerei?...&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-904157423937398284?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/904157423937398284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=904157423937398284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/904157423937398284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/904157423937398284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/fernando-pessoa-sempre.html' title='Fernando pessoa sempre!!!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-342606786892687138</id><published>2007-08-01T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:01:16.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHO DO SONHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero o mundo, caminharei para o grande &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sonho..&lt;br /&gt;retornarei um dia, talvez em breve, talvez &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;demore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um pouco mais..&lt;br /&gt;vivo a paz, a alegria, mas quero mais, muito além..&lt;br /&gt;a maturidade de pensamento está chegando, penso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;até gostar das rugas que vejo no espelho..&lt;br /&gt;vivo o hoje, sorrio para o ontem e o amanhã me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;espera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com os braços abertos.&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/3197970224966112168-342606786892687138?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/342606786892687138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=342606786892687138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/342606786892687138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/342606786892687138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/08/caminho-do-sonho.html' title='CAMINHO DO SONHO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8341645895366047963</id><published>2007-07-25T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:56:48.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTO ETERNO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RqephTfTmAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fjme7kJ1Ze0/s1600-h/l_4bf745cbb16c22ad67a3baf573167a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091224293397993474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RqephTfTmAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fjme7kJ1Ze0/s320/l_4bf745cbb16c22ad67a3baf573167a10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorriso, noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aninha, ca, eu e clau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;momento, lembranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cerveja, abraços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saudades, mais cerveja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piadas não faltam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sucesso, mulheres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orgulho, amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coração, eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vocês!&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/3197970224966112168-8341645895366047963?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8341645895366047963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8341645895366047963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8341645895366047963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8341645895366047963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorriso-noite-aninha-ca-eu-e-clau.html' title='MOMENTO ETERNO!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RqephTfTmAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fjme7kJ1Ze0/s72-c/l_4bf745cbb16c22ad67a3baf573167a10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5341564789628945223</id><published>2007-07-25T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:49:37.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROZEN DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll take the dream I had last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And put it in my freezer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So someday long and far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I´m an old grey geezer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll take it out and thaw it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This lovely dream I´ve frozen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And boil it up and sit me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And dip my old cold toes in.&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/3197970224966112168-5341564789628945223?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5341564789628945223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5341564789628945223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5341564789628945223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5341564789628945223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/frozen-dream.html' title='FROZEN DREAM'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1400835020028463253</id><published>2007-07-20T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:54:33.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;chorei ao saber da criança de colo que morreu num bruto acidente de avião. seria o fim ou o começo, esperança ou desespero, injustiça ou destino. falaria a fé mais alto no coração dos que ficam? mas e os que perderam toda família? como tranquiliza-los?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu estou aqui, sentada em meu quarto, tomando um café e sentindo o amargo gosto da tristeza que vivem estas famílias das vítimas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a morte assusta, não avisa quando está pra chegar, simplesmente vem e escolhe quem com ela vai levar, sem ao menos estudar caso a caso, pra ver quem realmente deveria partir naquele momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;almas chegam e vão todos os dias, algumas se vão precocemente, outra na hora certa. almas chegam sem serem desejadas, outras são transbordadas de afeto e carinho. a verdade é que o ser humano é completamente único e imprevisivel em suas ações e reações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;um dia teremos paz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-1400835020028463253?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1400835020028463253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1400835020028463253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1400835020028463253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1400835020028463253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/alma.html' title='alma'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8134396552139440488</id><published>2007-07-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:15:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meios planos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RpwKAT0qqII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eKoukUf0FEs/s1600-h/1307758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087952679459268738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RpwKAT0qqII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eKoukUf0FEs/s320/1307758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;planos para que fazermos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;se fizermos, iludimos, se não fizermos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;nos perdemos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;alguns fazem e os seguem, outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;apenas os atropelam..ha ainda aqueles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;que mudam de plano e saem vitoriosos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;a mudança grita CUIDADO, o sucesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;sussurra VENHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;alguns vão, alguns ficam, outros não ficam nem vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;permanecem estáticos e perdem a própria razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;se vão querem ficar e se ficarem chorarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;dificil a felicidade plena em meio a tantos planos em vão&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/3197970224966112168-8134396552139440488?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8134396552139440488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8134396552139440488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8134396552139440488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8134396552139440488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/meios-planos.html' title='meios planos'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RpwKAT0qqII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eKoukUf0FEs/s72-c/1307758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-6629011639852172760</id><published>2007-07-14T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:25:32.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>novo ar, novo tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;respiro, vejo, sinto, sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você me chama, não escuto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavras sem sentido ao meu ouvido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continuo sendo,você mudou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda não te escuto, penso que tudo passou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;veja as rosas no nosso caminho, o cheiro de novo amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o tempo nos separou, a distância nos convenceu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seguimos os nossos sonhos, eu o meu, você o seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o que por você senti, jamais sentirei por outro alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;mas hoje o novo me desperta, outro autor, nova violeta na janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3197970224966112168-6629011639852172760?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6629011639852172760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=6629011639852172760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6629011639852172760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6629011639852172760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/respiro-vejo-sinto-sou-voc-me-chama-no.html' title='novo ar, novo tudo'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4480971041386664329</id><published>2007-07-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:54:27.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MANY, TOO MUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many times, so many choices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many people, so many feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am alone now and it feels so great,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can even dream more and make mistakes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too much to do, too much to spend, too much you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh!!No more tears, I´m getting tired of the same old stories,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just drama, drama, drama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When is over, there is no more coming back, remember we both agreed?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to go to bed, time to rest and not to dream of you, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight I won´t go to bed so soon, I´ll go out, have couple of beers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe...who knows...anything can happen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good night my friend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-4480971041386664329?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4480971041386664329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4480971041386664329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4480971041386664329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4480971041386664329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-many-too-much.html' title='SO MANY, TOO MUCH'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8989305547535331546</id><published>2007-07-11T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:44:13.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCOLHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se pudesse escolher.....o que escolheria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;trair ou ser traido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festa todo dia ou um dia perfeito por mês?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desejar e não ter ou ter e não desejar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viajar o mundo ou morar em um mesmo lugar a vida inteira?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estar só e bem ou com muitas pessoas e insatisteito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amar algumas vezes ou somente um amor pro resto da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ser fiel por toda vida a uma pessoa ou ceder a tentação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ter saudades e seguir seus sonhos ou ficar sem saudades e sem sonhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;acreditar que o impossivel é possivel ou ser realista e não sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deixar o mundo saber quem você é ou ser apenas mais um na multidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dar passos pequenos e seguros ou cair ao se arriscar por algo maior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rolar na cama com insônia ou sair e observar as estrelas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mentir para ter uma noite perfeita ou falar a verdade e não desfrutar da mesma? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sorrir ao ser insultado ou revidar na mesma moeda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua escolha pode não ser a minha, porém escolhi errar, e me machucando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aprendi a f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;icar mais forte, tive noites perfeitas e manhãs amargas, perdi pessoas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que amei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas segui meus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhos e lutei por eles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero o mundo, quero agora, tenho pressa, tesão, quero o que a vida me ofereçe, sem restrições...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-8989305547535331546?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8989305547535331546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8989305547535331546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8989305547535331546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8989305547535331546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/se-pudesse-escolher.html' title='ESCOLHAS'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-8891468801245011078</id><published>2007-07-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:34:09.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PELE NA PELE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RpKItIUvaXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_UXG-Zu_KAg/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085277238164679026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RpKItIUvaXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_UXG-Zu_KAg/s320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha pele na sua, sua pele na dela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua alma na minha e não na dela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não somos donos das peles alheias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oq é meu hj, amanhã pode ser Daniela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cristina, Patricia ou Gabriela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da beleza da flor ao gosto da pétala,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te cheiro, te olho, te rego, te adestro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ao amanhecer já não é mais minha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é brisa que sai pela janela, deixando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o meu ar puro e minha pele mais bela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3197970224966112168-8891468801245011078?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8891468801245011078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=8891468801245011078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8891468801245011078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/8891468801245011078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/07/minha-pele-na-sua-sua-pele-na-dela-sua.html' title='PELE NA PELE'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RpKItIUvaXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_UXG-Zu_KAg/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4007602112041343215</id><published>2007-06-26T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:19:59.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>último vc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;um mês passou rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RoF34iDKtyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wxPdi5AJ-Ds/s1600-h/Escadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080473667747100450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" height="351" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RoF34iDKtyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wxPdi5AJ-Ds/s320/Escadas.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vc chegou&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;abriu a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me ligou&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nos vimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sentamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;comemos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nos olhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fui embora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;vc ficou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;vc, não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou indo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quero um último tchau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;está aí??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3197970224966112168-4007602112041343215?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4007602112041343215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4007602112041343215' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4007602112041343215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4007602112041343215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/ltimo-vc.html' title='último vc'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RoF34iDKtyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wxPdi5AJ-Ds/s72-c/Escadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5533353116689934669</id><published>2007-06-25T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:10:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME PERMITO SONHAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho dentro de mim essa vontade...Dessa vez não é dificil de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;explicar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é uma vontade de sonhar de novo, de acreditar no amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;verdadeiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de crer que o pra sempre pode existir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas são as histórias com finais felizes, de luta, superação, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;barreiras vencidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entrega e descoberta de uma alma que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ompleta a outra. Mas as vezes parece tão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;superficial, perfeito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de mais, irreal..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penso logo existo", creio que deveria ser &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sonho logo existo" pois quem pensa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muito, deixa de sonhar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entra num ciclo sistemático e vira peça descartavel de uma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sociedade não merecedora de sentimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me permito parar agora! Me permito não aceitar essa condição &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de não sonhadora, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e mais importante, me permito aceitar o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alimento da minha alma!Me permito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sonhar novamente! Me permito!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-5533353116689934669?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5533353116689934669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5533353116689934669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5533353116689934669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5533353116689934669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-permito-sonhar.html' title='ME PERMITO SONHAR'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-3414344650417224436</id><published>2007-06-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:39:13.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATENÇÃO AOS SEDENTÁRIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-3414344650417224436?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3414344650417224436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=3414344650417224436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3414344650417224436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3414344650417224436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/ateno-aos-sedentrios.html' title='ATENÇÃO AOS SEDENTÁRIOS'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-91663813849957208</id><published>2007-06-21T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:38:17.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnrToCDKtwI/AAAAAAAAADw/YmZeLimVLvc/s1600-h/ATgAAADQmR5ZObu79IiP51mufLK_xBQOGztJ19xaAS45VK7wjBLsD1ua4cZvjy23IBFLH-SyCbhpqFWkOutv8f88_PQmAJtU9VBy6a8mhbNkx5IcaymJ-hC4ZwWtoQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078604214512039682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnrToCDKtwI/AAAAAAAAADw/YmZeLimVLvc/s320/ATgAAADQmR5ZObu79IiP51mufLK_xBQOGztJ19xaAS45VK7wjBLsD1ua4cZvjy23IBFLH-SyCbhpqFWkOutv8f88_PQmAJtU9VBy6a8mhbNkx5IcaymJ-hC4ZwWtoQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3197970224966112168-91663813849957208?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/91663813849957208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=91663813849957208' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/91663813849957208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/91663813849957208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnrToCDKtwI/AAAAAAAAADw/YmZeLimVLvc/s72-c/ATgAAADQmR5ZObu79IiP51mufLK_xBQOGztJ19xaAS45VK7wjBLsD1ua4cZvjy23IBFLH-SyCbhpqFWkOutv8f88_PQmAJtU9VBy6a8mhbNkx5IcaymJ-hC4ZwWtoQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-2982338829448183486</id><published>2007-06-20T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:50:52.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCÊ X EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUA ..........................................................MEU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;curva me fez insana........................ ..corpo pediu o seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boca perfeita me tornou viciada ....... desejo foi vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;força me enfraqueceu........... ............. castelo tornou-se areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;liderança me fez escrava................... caminho evaporou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ausência me deixou vazia.................. objetivo deixou de existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você.......................................................... EU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;levou minha paz ............................... ..me entreguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;roubou meu coração .......................... me alimentei de sua pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me alimentou com falsos sonhos.........perdi a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jurou jamais me esquecer....................implorei perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disse não............................................. insisti pra te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DESISTIU ........................................... DESISTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3197970224966112168-2982338829448183486?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2982338829448183486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=2982338829448183486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2982338829448183486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2982338829448183486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/voc-x-eu.html' title='VOCÊ X EU'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7326527869111609153</id><published>2007-06-20T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:17:39.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmLqyDKtvI/AAAAAAAAADo/G0cCmaqVuVY/s1600-h/902_DSCN3376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078243621942769394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmLqyDKtvI/AAAAAAAAADo/G0cCmaqVuVY/s320/902_DSCN3376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmLXiDKtuI/AAAAAAAAADg/eoAqrG2B77s/s1600-h/894_DSCN2425x370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078243291230287586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmLXiDKtuI/AAAAAAAAADg/eoAqrG2B77s/s320/894_DSCN2425x370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmK3CDKttI/AAAAAAAAADY/4soyt0nWanM/s1600-h/888_DSCN2735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078242732884539090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmK3CDKttI/AAAAAAAAADY/4soyt0nWanM/s320/888_DSCN2735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmKuyDKtsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qE9roc6kLz8/s1600-h/1810_kwiaty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078242591150618306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmKuyDKtsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qE9roc6kLz8/s320/1810_kwiaty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se pensas ter encontrado a mais bela de todas, não afirme ser a única. Sua beleza pode ser impar, mas não consegue apagar a luz de suas semelhantes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Apenas consegue ver a beleza de todas as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;flores aquele que está de olhos fechados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3197970224966112168-7326527869111609153?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7326527869111609153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7326527869111609153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7326527869111609153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7326527869111609153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/f.html' title=''/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnmLqyDKtvI/AAAAAAAAADo/G0cCmaqVuVY/s72-c/902_DSCN3376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-1492636663082160848</id><published>2007-06-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:35:51.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim e começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RndA9CDKtrI/AAAAAAAAADI/835xWTgp-dk/s1600-h/u16188341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077598522149877426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RndA9CDKtrI/AAAAAAAAADI/835xWTgp-dk/s320/u16188341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quem pensas que sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me declarei, pedi perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ajoelhei sem medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;entreguei meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sua voz doce esfregou na minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cara um grande um não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Agora é tarde meu amor maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;continuarei te amando, mas não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;mais um jantar repleto de perdões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;adormecidos, vinho com gosto de traições,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e de sobremesa ciúmes com cobertura de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não posso afirmar ser o fim ou o começo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;mas adoro o gosto de um jantar leve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;um vinho suave com sabor de desejo, e ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fim da noite, me encanta a sensualidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;com que o novo acontece..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adeus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/3197970224966112168-1492636663082160848?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1492636663082160848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=1492636663082160848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1492636663082160848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/1492636663082160848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/fim-e-comeo.html' title='Fim e começo'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RndA9CDKtrI/AAAAAAAAADI/835xWTgp-dk/s72-c/u16188341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4624674172367170444</id><published>2007-06-16T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:21:45.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por mais que durma eu não descanso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Pensei que descansaria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Tudo é meio louco, doença, insegurança, falta de fé. Pensamentos vomitados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;na sala, enquanto ao telefone se debate a falta de companherismo . Pessoas monologando, sem perceber que os problemas aumentam com a falta de sintonia entre as conversas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Basta um susto para o monologo virar dialogo! Finalmente ocorreu um entendimento, e o dialogo varou a noite. O sono era grande, mas o entendimento fluia de tal forma que os problemas foram ficando menor, o vomito já não mais incomodava e quando olhei já não mais existia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Descanso com os olhos abertos, o medo estava presente, não me permitiu fechar os olhos. Será o medo maior que a insegurança? Não sei, tudo se mistura numa grande icógnita.. O por que de tudo isso! Resposta criadas por amigos: Tudo vai ficar bem, não se preocupe, seja forte, Deus sabe oq faz, não vai ser nada grave, por aí vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Palavras erradas, nas horas erradas, visitas impróprias, preocupações irrelevantes! As pessoas precisam aprender o significado da palavra respeito. E depois de aprende-lo, coloca-lo em prática!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Muitas pessoas não sabem como expressar oq sentem, isso é normal e compreensivel, só que essas precisam aprender a ficar quietas. Quem sabe deve existir aula para isso, pois hoje em dia tem aula pra tudo! A hora é agora, matriculas abertas meu povo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Em fim, a tolerancia anda pequena, e o sossego cada vez mais distante, virando praticamente um sonho! A paz tão almejada, caminha hoje em direção oposta à nossa, e o por que disso ainda não conseguimos desvendar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&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/3197970224966112168-4624674172367170444?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4624674172367170444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4624674172367170444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4624674172367170444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4624674172367170444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/por-mas-que-durma-eu-no-descanso.html' title='Por mais que durma eu não descanso!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-2772022609177279351</id><published>2007-06-15T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:43:49.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisinha linda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnMsrCDKtqI/AAAAAAAAADA/xfJG2USBpUw/s1600-h/sorriso-LINDO-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076450322772833954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnMsrCDKtqI/AAAAAAAAADA/xfJG2USBpUw/s320/sorriso-LINDO-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&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/3197970224966112168-2772022609177279351?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2772022609177279351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=2772022609177279351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2772022609177279351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2772022609177279351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/decidi-fazer-um-levantamento.html' title='Coisinha linda!'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnMsrCDKtqI/AAAAAAAAADA/xfJG2USBpUw/s72-c/sorriso-LINDO-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7656819782893037488</id><published>2007-06-15T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:43:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnLjVyDKtpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-ukPMQrCU8I/s1600-h/liberdade-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076369693351786130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnLjVyDKtpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-ukPMQrCU8I/s320/liberdade-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOU LIVRE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAI E LEVANTEI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHOREI E HJ ESTOU FELIZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME PRENDI E AGORA POSSO VOAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RESPIRO O AR MAIS PURO DO UNIVERSO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEBO A CERVEJA MAIS GELADA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESCUTO A MELHOR MUSICA NO RADIO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TENHO A MELHOR FAMILIA DE TODAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VEJO O AZUL DO CEU, COMO NUNCA HAVIA VISTO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIBERDADE DE UM CATIVEIRO CRIADO POR MIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTOU EM PAZ, VIVO COMIGO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3197970224966112168-7656819782893037488?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7656819782893037488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7656819782893037488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7656819782893037488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7656819782893037488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/sou-livre-cai-e-levantei-chorei-e-hj.html' title='liberdade'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnLjVyDKtpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-ukPMQrCU8I/s72-c/liberdade-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-6348159589111257456</id><published>2007-06-14T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:32:34.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leitinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnHA7CDKtoI/AAAAAAAAACw/SqDgY6I4hYU/s1600-h/leite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076050375418230402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnHA7CDKtoI/AAAAAAAAACw/SqDgY6I4hYU/s320/leite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Bebo leite..&lt;br /&gt;Não pode ser quente&lt;br /&gt;Se for com pão de queijo, melhor&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser no copo, de preferencia bem grande&lt;br /&gt;Odeio quando ta acabando e não completa o copo&lt;br /&gt;De preferencia puro&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra colocar algo, que seja toddy&lt;br /&gt;Nescau nem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não peça pra dividir, não se divide leite&lt;br /&gt;De manhã é ótimo, mas qualquer hora da pra tomar&lt;br /&gt;Desnatado ou Integral, não importa&lt;br /&gt;É bom com bolacha maizena, hummmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Se precisar de remédio, tome com leite&lt;br /&gt;Fim de balada na padaria, leite&lt;br /&gt;Bigode de leite é de lei, sempre fica&lt;br /&gt;Leite, leite, leite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-6348159589111257456?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6348159589111257456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=6348159589111257456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6348159589111257456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6348159589111257456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/leitinho.html' title='leitinho'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RnHA7CDKtoI/AAAAAAAAACw/SqDgY6I4hYU/s72-c/leite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5713439292632358835</id><published>2007-06-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:27:40.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia dos namorados, eu, eu mesma e Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rm7llCDKtnI/AAAAAAAAACo/rBlk199jTNA/s1600-h/041205_luzes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075246254461204082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rm7llCDKtnI/AAAAAAAAACo/rBlk199jTNA/s320/041205_luzes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração na mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medo e tesão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontade de liberdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentimento que invade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazendo da alma escrava da infidelidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te perdi, me achei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procurei, cansei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me apaixonei, não sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuo aqui, talvez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&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/3197970224966112168-5713439292632358835?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5713439292632358835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5713439292632358835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5713439292632358835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5713439292632358835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/dia-dos-namorados-eu-eu-mesma-e-irene.html' title='dia dos namorados, eu, eu mesma e Irene'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rm7llCDKtnI/AAAAAAAAACo/rBlk199jTNA/s72-c/041205_luzes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4928133664004823183</id><published>2007-06-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:10:47.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 minuto de conversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmnHJyDKtmI/AAAAAAAAACc/GsMv4s0VRHg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073805426077382242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmnHJyDKtmI/AAAAAAAAACc/GsMv4s0VRHg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexta feira... Ta afim de dar uma volta? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será?!Mas onde ta afim de ir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei la, vamos sentar em algum lugar e beber alguma coisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta frio, acho que não vou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pô vamos, podemos tomar um vinho gostoso e jogar conversa fora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, me da 30 min&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passo aí as 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telefone tocando.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oi Mô, tudo bem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ta fazendo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me arrumando pra dar uma volta com um amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só queria dar um oi, saber como você ta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois é, tô bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hummmm, não ta afim de conversar neh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostaria muito, pq não vem me ver?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou ver se consigo ir te ver então&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta bem, me avise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te ligo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como uma conversa de 1 minuto pode trazer tanta coisa do passado?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veio tudo tão rápido, como um dvd que vc volta para entender melhor o filme, ou mesmo pq vc quer ver de novo aquela parte que tanto gosta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impressionante, imprevisivel, sei la, inexplicavel...todas as palavras com i podem ser colocadas, e mesmo assim vai faltar uma explicação para oq senti naquele minuto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua voz era tão doce, voltei e te vi, tão linda, tão alta, tão forte, tão...vc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive uma lembrança criada em minha mente, era como se realmente tivesse acontecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez aconteceu, não sei ao certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas te vi, juro que te vi, e vc estava linda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembrança criada&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentada num banco de Praça, quando um anjo se aproximou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vestido todo de branco, chorando me abraçou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com tristeza disse a ela que anjo não deveria chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas de nada adiantava e ela continuava a me abraçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha ignorancia não permitiu ver atravez do anjo branco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O grande amor da minha vida naquela praça, naquele panco.&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/3197970224966112168-4928133664004823183?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4928133664004823183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4928133664004823183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4928133664004823183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4928133664004823183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/desejo.html' title='1 minuto de conversa'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmnHJyDKtmI/AAAAAAAAACc/GsMv4s0VRHg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7934165138667361403</id><published>2007-06-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:25:33.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmcmPCDKtlI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2u__ip0Qsc/s1600-h/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073065544946202194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmcmPCDKtlI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2u__ip0Qsc/s320/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmTI-yDKtiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vb_dGdudV2M/s1600-h/12-08-05_2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072400061238523426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmTI-yDKtiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vb_dGdudV2M/s320/12-08-05_2216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmTItSDKthI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0O3dyMNfAvc/s1600-h/06-08-05_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072399760590812690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="87" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmTItSDKthI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0O3dyMNfAvc/s320/06-08-05_1418.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhei para um lado, mas não havia ninguem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhei para o outro lado, não encontrei nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resolvi seguir um pouco mais e nada consegui ver..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava tudo muito escuro, e o ar estava sufocante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gritei e pude escutar minha própia voz! Tentei me ajudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas não tinha força! Gritei novamente e nenhuma resposta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segui em frente e vi uma luz, mas era muito fraca e distante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andei mas um pouco e o encontrei, ele chorava muito, e pedia por&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha ajuda. Mas como iria eu ajuda-lo, se nem ao menos estava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em condições de me ajudar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi qunado segurei em sua mão, e com ele segui em frente, buscando o fim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;daquele tunel interminavel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessa vez não mais sozinha ou sozinho seguimos!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3197970224966112168-7934165138667361403?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7934165138667361403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7934165138667361403' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7934165138667361403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7934165138667361403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/pai.html' title='PAI'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RmcmPCDKtlI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2u__ip0Qsc/s72-c/DSC01695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5866902644861965444</id><published>2007-06-02T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:40:33.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOGO RÁPIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; PENSE EM UM NUMERO DE 1 A 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; MULTIPLICA ESSE NUMERO POR 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; SE HOUVER 2 ALGARISMOS SOME-OS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; SUBTRAIA O NUMERO POR 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; TRANSFORME ESSE NUMERO EM UMA LETRA DO ALFABETO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; PENSE EM UM PAÍZ COM ESSA LETRA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; COM A QUINTA LETRA DESSE PAÍZ PENSE EM UM ANIMAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;POR ACASO VC PENSOU EM DINAMARCA E MACACO??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-5866902644861965444?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5866902644861965444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5866902644861965444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5866902644861965444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5866902644861965444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/06/jogo-rpido.html' title='JOGO RÁPIDO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5735776166774113928</id><published>2007-05-31T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:47:55.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl8Xv3o7_yI/AAAAAAAAABs/d2XQlxtShKI/s1600-h/pessoa2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070797816599412514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl8Xv3o7_yI/AAAAAAAAABs/d2XQlxtShKI/s320/pessoa2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fundo da alma está um quadro: é uma cena de felicidade. O amor acontece quando, repentinamente, ao vermos um rosto, temos a convicção de estarmos encontrando o rosto que está na cena de felicidade da alma: "Quando te vi amei-te já muito antes, / Tornei a achar-te quando te encontrei. / Nasci para ti antes de haver o mundo". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                             (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/3197970224966112168-5735776166774113928?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5735776166774113928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5735776166774113928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5735776166774113928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5735776166774113928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/alma-do-amor.html' title='Alma do amor'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl8Xv3o7_yI/AAAAAAAAABs/d2XQlxtShKI/s72-c/pessoa2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4370796998250918337</id><published>2007-05-30T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:13:29.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lembranças e saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl4FBHo7_xI/AAAAAAAAABk/yppTnj8ySxU/s1600-h/ursinhos-102.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070495747254517522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl4FBHo7_xI/AAAAAAAAABk/yppTnj8ySxU/s320/ursinhos-102.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pessoas especiais entram em nossas vidas todos os dias..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem gente que chega pra ficar, outras que vão e não voltam mais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;algumas vão e logo voltam, e também aquelas que escolhem se distanciar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois assim pensam estar melhor protegidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade é algo inexplicavel, as vezes nos faz tão bem aquela lembrança gostosa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;daquela pessoa... risadas de uma piada contada por aquela amiga, aquela ida à Paris &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comendo pão de queijo, ou mesmo aquela balada horrivel que se tornou engraçada porque a compania estava boa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existe a saudade ruím, aquela que chega a doer o peito, na maioria das vezes ela &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chega a nos deixar um pouco fora da casinha, sabe como é, o sentimento que estamos perdendo a saniedade, a sensação de que não consiguiremos seguir sem aquela pessoa ao nosso lado, ou mesmo sem aquele emprego que perdemos, e então a vida se torna obscura e sem perspectivas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade daquele lugar que morei ha alguns anos, saudade do carro que tive, da viajem que fiz à Blumenau, saudade do Brasil, saudade da Fê, enfim, lembranças que ficam sempre, sendo elas boas ou ruíns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É complicado saber que estou de passagem e logo irei embora, pois a preparação da partida no me gusta nada. Tento ser positiva, mas as perdas sempre ocorrem, não ha nada a ser feito para impedi-las. Não sei quando retornarei da próxima vez, e isso pode me custar muito, ou melhor, pode custar muitas perdas. Porém seguirei sem medo, apenas com um pouco de tristeza no corãção, e quando digo um pouco, quer dizer menos que da última vez, pois meu coração está hoje mais frio, talvez se protegendo das quedas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As malas estão sempre meio arrumadas, nunca se sabe quando será a hora de partir. O destino é imprevisivel, e diferente de nós é paciente, sabe quando nos mostrar o caminho a seguir, e não permitirá mudanças de plano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As malas estão no quarto, o corpo está na sala, só tento achar agora minha mente, para então poder seguir para...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-4370796998250918337?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4370796998250918337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4370796998250918337' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4370796998250918337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4370796998250918337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/lembranas-e-saudades.html' title='lembranças e saudades'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl4FBHo7_xI/AAAAAAAAABk/yppTnj8ySxU/s72-c/ursinhos-102.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-2689592912199001620</id><published>2007-05-23T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:34:00.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTASXo7_qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H3Io5lny-sE/s1600-h/n546467196_54876_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067886902514548386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTASXo7_qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H3Io5lny-sE/s400/n546467196_54876_1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We made eye contact that night! You were so pretty, I remember I was trying to dance with you, but you were so shy. I finally asked you to dance with me, your face turned red and I knew from that moment I wanted you!&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you and we had fun all night!I´m not gonna lie, I was kind of tipsy but I do remember everything. Your hair was perfect, so was your voice, your smell...&lt;br /&gt;You gave me your number, but I had it wrong. I was so mad with myself, I couldn´t talk or see you anymore. One month later we went to magestic again, and I finally saw you. Oh my gosh, I thought I was dreaming. I tried to explain why I did not call you, but you didn´t believe me! At least you gave your number again.&lt;br /&gt;You came to see me that wekeend, and stayed for a week, lol it was amazing! It was amazing but it´s over now!I wish you luck in life, and I hope we can still be friends forever!!&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/3197970224966112168-2689592912199001620?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2689592912199001620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=2689592912199001620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2689592912199001620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/2689592912199001620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/lorin.html' title='Lorin'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTASXo7_qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H3Io5lny-sE/s72-c/n546467196_54876_1285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-7750251032483005851</id><published>2007-05-22T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:38:19.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beleza da rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTCUXo7_sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l8LWYps0fog/s1600-h/6890729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067889135897542338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTCUXo7_sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l8LWYps0fog/s320/6890729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTB5Ho7_rI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JgOWLGkSP4o/s1600-h/rosa_Adair_Roche_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067888667746107058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTB5Ho7_rI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JgOWLGkSP4o/s320/rosa_Adair_Roche_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O momento atual é o melhor, o passado ja foi e devemos deixa-lo para traz. Leio essa frase diariamente, ou mesmo escuto pessoas pregarem que o futuro é o que importa e o passado ja se foi. Não concordo mesmo, o que seria de mim sem o meu passado? Imagina ter que esquecer cada cheiro, cada gosto, cada paisagem que vi. Não mesmo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Certa vez fazendo uma viagem com meu ex amor, olhei uma flor num jardim, ela era rosa e sua beleza era tanta, que nem mesmo lembro das cores das outras flores a sua volta. Então diminui a velocidade do carro, para poder admira-la um pouco mais. Foi quando meu ex amor, com sua insensibilidade ou mesmo ignorancia, me perguntou se eu gostaria que fosse arranca-la para me entregar...Então parei o carro, e meu ex amor pensou que eu havia concordado em arranca-la. Eu olhei bem nos olhos do meu ex amor, e expliquei que se ela pudesse apenas admirar a linda rosa, por alguns segundos, aquela beleza permaneceria para sempre com ela, mas se ela tentasse arranca-la e possui-la, veria sua beleza murchar em suas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nunca vi tão bela rosa como aquela naquele campo e acredito que sua beleza permanecerá para sempre comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Se tentar arrancar uma bela flor num jardim, verá sua beleza murchar, mas se apenas olha-la, permanecerá para sempre com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você nunca será minha, por isso a terei&lt;/em&gt; para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-7750251032483005851?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7750251032483005851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=7750251032483005851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7750251032483005851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/7750251032483005851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/liberdade-de-pensar-e-agir.html' title='A beleza da rosa'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTCUXo7_sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l8LWYps0fog/s72-c/6890729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-217676211490903506</id><published>2007-05-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:52:49.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTFuHo7_uI/AAAAAAAAABM/IJD8X-MiqIU/s1600-h/coracao%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067892876814057186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTFuHo7_uI/AAAAAAAAABM/IJD8X-MiqIU/s320/coracao%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Quando o amor nos acena, segui-o,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emora seus caminhos sejam ásperos e escarpados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quandos suas asas vos envolverem, rendam-se a ele,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embora a espada escondida entre suas plumas possa ferir-vos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando ele vos falar, acreditai nele,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embora sua voz possa arrasar vossos sonhos como o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vento do norte devasta o jardim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois assim como o amor exalta, também nos crucifica. E tanto ele age em vosso crescimento como em vossa poda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim como ele sobe até vossa altura e acaricia vossos ramos mais tenros que balançam ao sol,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim também desce até vossas raízes e as sacode em seu braço à terra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como feixes de messe ele vos aperta junto de si.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele vos açoita para mostrar vossa nudez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele vos peneira para separar-vos de vossas palhas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele vos mói até a brancura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele vos amassa até que estejais macios;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E então vos destina a seu sagrado banquete de Deus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&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/3197970224966112168-217676211490903506?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/217676211490903506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=217676211490903506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/217676211490903506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/217676211490903506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/sobre-o-amor.html' title='Sobre o amor'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTFuHo7_uI/AAAAAAAAABM/IJD8X-MiqIU/s72-c/coracao%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-3262330382687629061</id><published>2007-05-16T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:12:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de um futuro bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Jota Quest&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p id="cmp"&gt;Composição: Rogério Flausino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anda, enquanto o dia acorda a gente ama,&lt;br /&gt;Tô pronto pra te ouvir aqui na cama!&lt;br /&gt;Te espero vâmo rir de todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nesse quarto tão profundo... Lá, Lá...&lt;br /&gt;Pára, repara tente ver a tua cara&lt;br /&gt;Contemple esse momento é coisa rara&lt;br /&gt;Uma emoção assim só se compara&lt;br /&gt;A tudo que nós já passamos juntos... Lá, Lá, Lá, Lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;Olhar teus olhos, beijar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;Olhar teus olhos, beijar tua boca...&lt;br /&gt;Dizer palavras de um futuro bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, enquanto o dia acorda a gente ama,&lt;br /&gt;Tô pronto pra te ouvir aqui na cama&lt;br /&gt;Te espero, vâmo rir de todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nesse quarto tão profundo... Lá, Lá, Lá....&lt;br /&gt;Pára, repara tente ver a sua cara&lt;br /&gt;Contemple esse momento é coisa rara&lt;br /&gt;Uma emoção assim só se compara&lt;br /&gt;A tudo que nós já passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Nesse quarto em um segundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;Beijar teus olhos, olhar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Dizer palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;Beijar teus olhos, Olhar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, Palavras, Palavras de um futuro bom...&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, Palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;Beijar teus olhos, Olhar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir palavras, palavras, palavras de um futuro bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_width = 160; google_ad_height = 600; google_ad_format = '160x600_as';  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-3262330382687629061?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3262330382687629061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=3262330382687629061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3262330382687629061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/3262330382687629061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/palavras-de-um-futuro-bom.html' title='Palavras de um futuro bom'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-5554531869407431785</id><published>2007-05-15T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T15:45:07.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora que no estás (Alex Ubago)</title><content type='html'>Ahora que no estás, los árboles del parquejuraron no crecer&lt;br /&gt;hasta que vuelvas porque ahora que no estás, no pueden&lt;br /&gt;escaparse contigo a esos lugares donde sueñan. Pero al llegar&lt;br /&gt;la noche todo cambia escucho esas voces, son amenazas que&lt;br /&gt;pasa ahora, no entiendo nadahe visto sombras, que me&lt;br /&gt;alcanzaban[Coro]Ahora que no estás, que no te puedo verlas&lt;br /&gt;luces del puerto se han apagado ya no hay canciones, tampoco&lt;br /&gt;hay versosno me preguntes que está pasando. Ahora que no estás,&lt;br /&gt;que no te puedo verla isla y los montes se han juntadoya no hay&lt;br /&gt;mareas, tan sólo esperono me preguntes que está pasando.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que no estás ahora que no estás ...Ahora que no estás ya&lt;br /&gt;no existe el silencio y oscuros desiertos son las callesque ahora no&lt;br /&gt;estás no pueden escuchar tequizas a lo lejos casi puedo tocarte. Pero&lt;br /&gt;al llegar la noche todo cambia escucho esas voces, son amenazas&lt;br /&gt;que pasa ahora, no entiendo nada he visto sombras, que me alcanzaban...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-5554531869407431785?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5554531869407431785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=5554531869407431785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5554531869407431785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/5554531869407431785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahora-que-no-ests-alex-ubago.html' title='Ahora que no estás (Alex Ubago)'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-538907063002870436</id><published>2007-05-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:08:12.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos Fortes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl4D0no7_wI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Noz_3KpwMc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070494432994524930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl4D0no7_wI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Noz_3KpwMc/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho pensado muito ultimamente, pensado nos meus relacionamentos amorosos fracassados, na minha faculdade, em viajar, relaxar, curtir a vida. Pensamentos esses que são sempre atravessados por nuvens nebulosas.&lt;br /&gt;Veja você as rasteiras que a vida nos passa, estava eu concentradissima nos meus estudos, pensando em vir de férias para esse Brasil maravilhoso, quando então, chega a noticia de uma possivel doença de meu pai. Doença essa que está tentando voltar desgraçadamente após 5 anos, sem saber que nesse lar não ha mais lugar para ela.&lt;br /&gt;Cansado da rotina de exames e médicos, meu pai chorou e me abraçou, desabafando suas dores e angustias. Dores essas que não só são fisicas, mas também mentais. Dores de uma pessoa que não merece passar por mais esse teste horrivel.&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai sempre foi uma pessoa muito forte e determinada, um exemplo para nossa família e amigos. Muitos dizem que minha personalidade lembra muito a dele, como dizem mesmo? Ah sim, gênio forte.rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez em muito tempo, vejo meu pai desanimado, mas grito para todos e também para essa doença que se acha muito forte: Somos fortes, e se hoje ele está desanimado, eu estou forte, muito forte para te vencer!&lt;/em&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/3197970224966112168-538907063002870436?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/538907063002870436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=538907063002870436' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/538907063002870436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/538907063002870436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/somos-fortes.html' title='Somos Fortes'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/Rl4D0no7_wI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Noz_3KpwMc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-6441973508317202941</id><published>2007-05-11T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:48:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navegante e Navegador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTEnHo7_tI/AAAAAAAAABE/95HHgDtpIaU/s1600-h/3192004908521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067891657043345106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTEnHo7_tI/AAAAAAAAABE/95HHgDtpIaU/s320/3192004908521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sou um navegante e um navegador, e todo dia descubro um novo país em minha alma. Amigo, tu e eu seremos estranhos nesta vida, estranho um ao outro e a nós mesmos, até o dia em que falares e eu te escutar, crendo que tua voz e´a minha, até o dia em que eu ficar diante de ti acreditando estar ante um espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Gibran&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/3197970224966112168-6441973508317202941?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6441973508317202941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=6441973508317202941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6441973508317202941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/6441973508317202941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/navegante-e-navegador.html' title='Navegante e Navegador'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Z1sK_OWSVU/RlTEnHo7_tI/AAAAAAAAABE/95HHgDtpIaU/s72-c/3192004908521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197970224966112168.post-4276642035063326522</id><published>2007-05-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:55:12.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU X DESTINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma vez o destino me vence, quantas e quantas vezes insisti em lutar contra ele, mas dele nunca venci, ele sempre me mostrando sua superioridade. Hoje mudo minha tática, me aliando e fazendo dele meu amigo, pois assim espero que ele traga de volta minha felicidade e nunca mais a deixe sair de minha vida. É meu caro amigo, hoje te respeito, pois sei que nada posso contra vc, peço somente que minha vontade seja a sua, e se não for, respeitarei e seguirei esperando que um dia seja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197970224966112168-4276642035063326522?l=amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4276642035063326522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197970224966112168&amp;postID=4276642035063326522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4276642035063326522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197970224966112168/posts/default/4276642035063326522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amormaiorqueeu.blogspot.com/2007/05/eu-x-destino.html' title='EU X DESTINO'/><author><name>amor maior que eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386853858786771374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
