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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Na hora de cantar todo mundo enche o peito nas boates, nos&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; bares, levanta os braços, sorri e dispara: "eu sou de ninguém, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo é meu também". No entanto, passado o efeito do whisky com energético e dos beijos descompromissados, os adeptos da geração "tribalista" se dirigem aos consultórios terapêuticos, ou alugam os ouvidos do amigo mais próximo e reclamam de solidão, ausência de interesse das pessoas, descaso e rejeição. A maioria não quer ser de ninguém, mas quer que alguém seja seu. Não dá, infelizmente, para ficar somente com a cereja do bolo - beijar de língua, namorar e não ser de ninguém. Para comer a cereja é preciso comer o bolo todo e nele, os ingredientes vão além do descompromisso, como: não receber o famoso telefonema no dia seguinte, não saber se está namorando mesmo depois de sair um mês com a mesma pessoa, não se importar se a outra estiver beijando outro, etc, etc, etc. Desconhece a delícia de assistir a um filme debaixo das cobertas num dia chuvoso comendo pipoca com chocolate quente, o prazer de dormir junto abraçado, roçando os pés sob as cobertas e a troca de cumplicidade, carinho e amor. NAMORAR É ALGO QUE VAI MUITO ALÉM DAS COBRANÇAS. É CUIDAR DO OUTRO E SER CUIDADO POR ELE, é telefonar só para dizer bom dia, ter uma boa companhia para ir ao cinema de mãos dadas, transar por amor, ter alguém para fazer e receber cafuné, um colo para chorar, uma mão para enxugar lágrimas, enfim, é ter alguém para amar. Somos livres para optarmos! E ser livre não é beijar na boca e não ser de ninguém. É ter coragem, ser autêntico e se permitir viver um sentimento...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arnaldo Jabor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-7165409221069825759?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/7165409221069825759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=7165409221069825759' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7165409221069825759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7165409221069825759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/12/na-hora-de-cantar-todo-mundo-enche-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-7480859572185305162</id><published>2011-12-07T00:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:25:28.758-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invenções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passatempo'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes e Cake pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qjPJHplstQ/TtgUPiebPHI/AAAAAAAACNE/USgIgotDjEQ/s1600/Fotos+201150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qjPJHplstQ/TtgUPiebPHI/AAAAAAAACNE/USgIgotDjEQ/s400/Fotos+201150.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quer uma mulher sem celulite, sem tpm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que não se estresse com suas mancadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;uma que não largue de você, caso for infiel a ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;uma que admita você gritar com ela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que aceite tudo o que você fale, não questione nada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e que te ame para sempre ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;se você quer uma dessas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;compre uma "barbie" amigão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;se você quer uma mulher de "verdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;primeiro vire "homem", e aceite todos aqueles itens citados ali em cima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e fique feliz se conseguir manter uma dessas ao seu lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mulher bonita não é aquela que todos elogiam seus seios ou quadril, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;mulher bonita é aquela que tem uma personalidade e um caráter tão magnífico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que não deixa possibilidades para admirar as partes isoladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;André de Souza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-6977040631750264190?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6977040631750264190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6977040631750264190' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6977040631750264190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6977040631750264190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/12/quer-uma-mulher-sem-celulite-sem-tpm.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qjPJHplstQ/TtgUPiebPHI/AAAAAAAACNE/USgIgotDjEQ/s72-c/Fotos+201150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4574134665277659123</id><published>2011-11-30T14:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:04:52.097-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" O tempo está passando tão rápido que você não percebe que ainda não fez o que deveria. A terra está preparada e as ferramentas estão nas suas mãos; use-as da melhor maneira para que não venha a se arrepender de ter jogado fora a oportunidade. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-4574134665277659123?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4574134665277659123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4574134665277659123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4574134665277659123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4574134665277659123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-tempo-esta-passando-tao-rapido-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5570081816046024106</id><published>2011-11-05T22:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:24:10.285-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Lidar com pessoas falsas requer exercício de tolerância, devemos começar seguindo a linha de pensamento de que não temos controlo sobre os outros. O outro é uma pessoa individualizada, não conseguiremos, nem devemos fazê-lo agir como gostaríamos ou como vivemos. O dicionario informa, que falso quer dizer: mentiroso, enganador, hipócrita, fingido, dissimulado. As pessoas falsas tem o costume de bajular, usam esse procedimento para tentar fixar que são confiáveis, não confunda com os elogios coerentes, esses são bem-vindos. O melhor a fazer ao identificar uma pessoa falsa, é manter uma postura formal, procurando sustentar o nível de educação elevado, formando um tipo de bloqueio mental para que a pessoa sinta dificuldade em esmiuçar a sua vida, com o tempo ela tende a se afastar por si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-5570081816046024106?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5570081816046024106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5570081816046024106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5570081816046024106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5570081816046024106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/11/lidar-com-pessoas-falsas-requer.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4406145709862583911</id><published>2011-10-26T00:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:28:27.918-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>Apaixone-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci4gqOFxhRU/TqdvUOluhZI/AAAAAAAACM8/ik3mGqgxQ1Y/s1600/Fotos+201112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci4gqOFxhRU/TqdvUOluhZI/AAAAAAAACM8/ik3mGqgxQ1Y/s320/Fotos+201112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;“Apaixone-se por alguém que te curte, que te espere, que te compreenda mesmo na ... loucura, por alguém que te ajude, que te guie, que seja teu apoio, tua esperança. Apaixone-se por alguém que volte para conversar com você depois de uma briga, depois do desencontro. Apaixone-se por alguém que sente sua falta e que queira estar com você. Não apaixone-se apenas por um corpo, por um rosto ou apenas pela ideia de estar apaixonado.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-4406145709862583911?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4406145709862583911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4406145709862583911' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4406145709862583911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4406145709862583911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/10/apaixone-se.html' title='Apaixone-se'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci4gqOFxhRU/TqdvUOluhZI/AAAAAAAACM8/ik3mGqgxQ1Y/s72-c/Fotos+201112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5045673787821432163</id><published>2011-10-23T22:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:47:07.170-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças de vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasboas'/><title type='text'>Olhem o que ando aprontando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_hSpkoe5Kw/TqSzWNTjb3I/AAAAAAAACMs/HGebddGA3m4/s1600/fotos+cel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_hSpkoe5Kw/TqSzWNTjb3I/AAAAAAAACMs/HGebddGA3m4/s320/fotos+cel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mais de mês sumida! Que feio! Mas o tempo sempre curto, cada dia mais coisas pra fazer, trabalhando muitooo... Bernardo exigindo muito do meu tempo também, graças à Deus, agora já tem até "tema de casa"... rsrsrsrs Em breve vem mudanças por ai novamente, mas por enquanto nada a declarar! Como não posso ficar parada e adoro inventar coisas... Depois de provar uns cupcakes de uma amiga (Tifany querida!!!) que achei aqui por Uruguaiana resolvi fazer uns para o Be! E não é que foi aprovadissimo???!!! Os primeiros ficaram um pouco "feinhos", mas os de hoje... Que orgulho!!! Bom gente, to morrendo de saudade das minhas amigas blogueiras, leitores e fuxiqueiros... Eu volto logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CIr4vGXgvg/TqSz0IZWrwI/AAAAAAAACM0/IQA1KWkq-gM/s1600/Fotos+201126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CIr4vGXgvg/TqSz0IZWrwI/AAAAAAAACM0/IQA1KWkq-gM/s320/Fotos+201126.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-5045673787821432163?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5045673787821432163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5045673787821432163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5045673787821432163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5045673787821432163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/10/olhem-o-que-ando-aprontando.html' title='Olhem o que ando aprontando...'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_hSpkoe5Kw/TqSzWNTjb3I/AAAAAAAACMs/HGebddGA3m4/s72-c/fotos+cel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1069637159687914325</id><published>2011-09-20T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:36:54.833-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Um elefante perguntou para o camelo: PORQUE SUAS BOLAS ESTÃO NAS COSTAS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;... BOM - diz o camelo - EU ACHO ESTA PERGUNTA UM TANTO QUANTO ESTRANHA, VINDO DE ALGUÉM QUE TEM O PINTO NA CARA." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ahhhhh... se cada um cuidasse da sua vida!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-1069637159687914325?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1069637159687914325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1069637159687914325' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1069637159687914325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1069637159687914325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-elefante-perguntou-para-o-camelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2827168003115034873</id><published>2011-08-29T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:40:25.058-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>A cor da semana é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0KrZY2th1s/Tlwwv-hWyiI/AAAAAAAACMo/6fGW3pi33ig/s1600/twiggy-pop4you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0KrZY2th1s/Tlwwv-hWyiI/AAAAAAAACMo/6fGW3pi33ig/s320/twiggy-pop4you.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twiggy, da Risqué &amp;nbsp;foi a cor escolhida para a semana. Não gosto muito dos esmaltes foscos, mas esse com um extra brilho fica lindo! Gostaram?&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/5206483789936628116-2827168003115034873?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2827168003115034873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2827168003115034873' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2827168003115034873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2827168003115034873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/08/cor-da-semana-e.html' title='A cor da semana é...'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0KrZY2th1s/Tlwwv-hWyiI/AAAAAAAACMo/6fGW3pi33ig/s72-c/twiggy-pop4you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2099836912279930381</id><published>2011-08-29T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:14:29.905-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><title type='text'>Todo mundo tem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xg7Q7Cc9Kik/TlvxP4-rDJI/AAAAAAAACMg/l_PjlFhVaSY/s1600/havaianas-dc-comics001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xg7Q7Cc9Kik/TlvxP4-rDJI/AAAAAAAACMg/l_PjlFhVaSY/s320/havaianas-dc-comics001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uSb0IdU_I0/TlvxSiLeIeI/AAAAAAAACMk/WCjVT_-m6QA/s1600/havaianas-dc-comics002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uSb0IdU_I0/TlvxSiLeIeI/AAAAAAAACMk/WCjVT_-m6QA/s320/havaianas-dc-comics002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novos modelos de Havaianas, já escolhi a minha e vc? Dois modelos femininos:&amp;nbsp;Wonder Woman e Catwoman e 5 modelos masculinos, com Batman, Superman, Aquaman e Green Lantern. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só fica a dúvida, será que tem número infantil? Bernardo vai querer todos modelos masculinos! rsrsrsr&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/5206483789936628116-2099836912279930381?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2099836912279930381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2099836912279930381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2099836912279930381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2099836912279930381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/08/todo-mundo-tem.html' title='Todo mundo tem!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xg7Q7Cc9Kik/TlvxP4-rDJI/AAAAAAAACMg/l_PjlFhVaSY/s72-c/havaianas-dc-comics001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4739210842130522912</id><published>2011-08-29T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:58:03.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Chega um momento na vida em que você sabe&lt;br /&gt;quem é importante para você,&lt;br /&gt;quem nunca foi,&lt;br /&gt;quem não é mais e&lt;br /&gt;quem o será sempre. "&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/5206483789936628116-4739210842130522912?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4739210842130522912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4739210842130522912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4739210842130522912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4739210842130522912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/08/chega-um-momento-na-vida-em-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4802250483860603441</id><published>2011-08-26T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:19:04.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" Quem vive o tempo com intensidade,&lt;br /&gt;Esquece, às vezes, o futuro incerto.&lt;br /&gt;E, nessa hora, o bom é ter por perto&lt;br /&gt;Algum parceiro pra mediar saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo é a sombra no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Que nao permite ao sol que nos maltrate;&lt;br /&gt;É água fresca para o peregrino&lt;br /&gt;Que a sede abrasa e a fadiga abate.&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta disse, e torno a repeti-las,&lt;br /&gt;Essas palavras com sabedoria;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem Amigo, vive duas vidas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Colmar Duarte (Trecho do Poema Duas Vidas)&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/5206483789936628116-4802250483860603441?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4802250483860603441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4802250483860603441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4802250483860603441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4802250483860603441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/08/quem-vive-o-tempo-com-intensidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-6601633433010661746</id><published>2011-08-11T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:48:43.228-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: none" class="NM"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="JM ugc" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se algumas pessoas se afastarem de você, não fique triste, isso é resposta da oração: “livrai-me de todo mal, amém”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-6601633433010661746?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6601633433010661746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6601633433010661746' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6601633433010661746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6601633433010661746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-algumas-pessoas-se-afastarem-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-6687593761685804500</id><published>2011-07-20T20:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:29:46.386-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Feliz dia do amigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Dizem que amigos verdadeiros podem passar longos períodos sem se falar e jamais questionar essa amizade. Quando eles se encontram, independente do tempo e da distância, parecem que se viram ontem, e nunca guardam mágoas nem rancor. Entendem que a vida é corrida, mas que você os amará para sempre! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Saudadeee das minhas amigas que estão longe, mas perto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: none" class="J3"&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/5206483789936628116-6687593761685804500?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6687593761685804500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6687593761685804500' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6687593761685804500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6687593761685804500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.html' title='Feliz dia do amigo!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-6351831085219304866</id><published>2011-07-12T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:22:10.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>Crochê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-77LfYOHRc-M/ThzW9S1jwmI/AAAAAAAACMU/6xxaseozc2M/s1600/croc"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628609982823121506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-77LfYOHRc-M/ThzW9S1jwmI/AAAAAAAACMU/6xxaseozc2M/s320/croc" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5206483789936628116-6351831085219304866?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6351831085219304866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6351831085219304866' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6351831085219304866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6351831085219304866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/07/croche.html' title='Crochê'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-77LfYOHRc-M/ThzW9S1jwmI/AAAAAAAACMU/6xxaseozc2M/s72-c/croc' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8767870450222302648</id><published>2011-07-08T20:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:31:05.301-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Quando um amigo estiver lá no seu rancho,&lt;br /&gt;feche bem a porta e não deixa ele sair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque um amigo, meu amigo eu lhes garanto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a maior fortuna que se pode existir ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8767870450222302648?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8767870450222302648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8767870450222302648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8767870450222302648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8767870450222302648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-um-amigo-estiver-la-no-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3330762679493808223</id><published>2011-07-04T23:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:22:46.875-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inverno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frio'/><title type='text'>Inverno congelante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6R5jBhaxqcg/ThJ0IoXbbkI/AAAAAAAACMM/-mabU6GjRL8/s1600/irene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625686576162631234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6R5jBhaxqcg/ThJ0IoXbbkI/AAAAAAAACMM/-mabU6GjRL8/s320/irene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt; São Gabriel hoje à tarde, às 15 horas! Dá pra acreditar? Água da caixa d'água congelada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amooooo frio, inverno e tudo de bom que esta estação oferece mas... Parece que depois que mudei para Uruguaiana estou mudando de gosto também! Genteeeeee tá mtoooooo frio! Nunca senti nada igual! Recém conferi a temperatura, 2 graus!!! Imaginem na madrugada? E amanha de manha quando saio pra trabalhar? Antes das 07 horas to na rua!!! Minhas mantas e básicas que tanto adoro não estão aquecendo nadinha! Já apelei para um pala (poncho)Argentino! Só mesmo com muito chocolate quente, chimarrão e coração quente pra enfrentar o frio!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625685995031919010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ku89V3MeIg/ThJzmzfEeaI/AAAAAAAACME/icw1QbCPRuc/s320/pala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5206483789936628116-3330762679493808223?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3330762679493808223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3330762679493808223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3330762679493808223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3330762679493808223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/07/inverno-congelante.html' title='Inverno congelante!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6R5jBhaxqcg/ThJ0IoXbbkI/AAAAAAAACMM/-mabU6GjRL8/s72-c/irene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-7589944239982865441</id><published>2011-06-29T21:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:01:12.646-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidariedade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crianças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saúde'/><title type='text'>Vamos ajudar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLVI6_6ALqE/TgvKB67OBXI/AAAAAAAACL0/rb6tdCWxqnU/s1600/arthur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623810694048515442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLVI6_6ALqE/TgvKB67OBXI/AAAAAAAACL0/rb6tdCWxqnU/s320/arthur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O Arthur é um bebê muito lindinho que mora lá em São Gabriel e está fazendo tratamento ortopédico em Porto Alegre. Quem puder ajudar... entre no site da "vakinha" ! Obrigada!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vakinha.com.br/VaquinhaP.aspx?e=40136"&gt;http://www.vakinha.com.br/VaquinhaP.aspx?e=40136&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-7589944239982865441?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/7589944239982865441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=7589944239982865441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7589944239982865441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7589944239982865441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/06/vamos-ajudar.html' title='Vamos ajudar?'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLVI6_6ALqE/TgvKB67OBXI/AAAAAAAACL0/rb6tdCWxqnU/s72-c/arthur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8177461850924953108</id><published>2011-06-27T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:49:53.299-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Os sonhos não se realizam sozinhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Então tá esperando o que? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vá atrás e faça eles se realizarem!&lt;span class="messagebody2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8177461850924953108?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8177461850924953108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8177461850924953108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8177461850924953108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8177461850924953108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/06/os-sonhos-nao-se-realizam-sozinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3862763441385423065</id><published>2011-06-23T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:52:02.630-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ainda bem que sempre existe outro dia. E outros sonhos, e outros risos. E outras pessoas. E outras coisas... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&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/5206483789936628116-3862763441385423065?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3862763441385423065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3862763441385423065' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3862763441385423065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3862763441385423065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/06/ainda-bem-que-sempre-existe-outro-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1293005265367558345</id><published>2011-06-22T23:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:23:22.632-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"É tão estranho&lt;br /&gt;Os bons morrem jovens&lt;br /&gt;Assim parece ser&lt;br /&gt;Quando me lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;Que acabou indo embora&lt;br /&gt;Cedo demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo aqui&lt;br /&gt;Meu trabalho e meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;E me lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;Em dias assim&lt;br /&gt;Dia de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Dia de sol&lt;br /&gt;E o que sinto não sei dizer..."&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/5206483789936628116-1293005265367558345?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1293005265367558345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1293005265367558345' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1293005265367558345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1293005265367558345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-tao-estranho-os-bons-morrem-jovens.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-9142394330027629027</id><published>2011-06-21T20:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:13:40.381-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'>Saudade ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não não vá embora... Vou morrer de Saudadeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnIFgujSdpQ/TgE-ZI2oNpI/AAAAAAAACLk/bcNiiDSb0IY/s1600/dani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620842411529352850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnIFgujSdpQ/TgE-ZI2oNpI/AAAAAAAACLk/bcNiiDSb0IY/s320/dani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Não sei porque você se foi&lt;br /&gt;Quantas saudades eu senti&lt;br /&gt;E de tristezas vou viver&lt;br /&gt;E aquele adeus não pude dar... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel querido, difícil traduzir o que estamos sentindo... Parece que foi ontem que tu disse que o papelzinho do Chiclete Trident era comestível... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o desfile de 07 de Setembro??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E a boate &lt;em&gt;Clorets&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super alto astral, divertido, excelente profissional...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Descansa em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/5206483789936628116-9142394330027629027?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/9142394330027629027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=9142394330027629027' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/9142394330027629027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/9142394330027629027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/06/saudade.html' title='Saudade ...'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnIFgujSdpQ/TgE-ZI2oNpI/AAAAAAAACLk/bcNiiDSb0IY/s72-c/dani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4108388400527063989</id><published>2011-06-15T00:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T00:01:02.570-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defeitos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saúde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Quem disse que precisa ser magro para ser feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Andava eu um supermercado da minha nova city, uma fila imensa de carrinhos na minha frente mas não tinha outra opção senão enfrenta-la. A sorte que tinha várias prateleiras com revistas diversas... Sorte? Váriasssssssssssssssss revistas, várias marcas, vários estilos mas todas tinham na capa o mesmo assunto: emagreça em uma semana, seque sua barriga em 2 semanas, emagreça comendo, dieta do chá, emagreci &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="20 kg" st="on"&gt;20 kg&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; e encontrei o amor da minha vida... Embora fossem de assuntos variados, todas as revistas tinham em comum o mesmo assunto: dieta, emagrecer, peso... Queria saber quem ainda compra essas ilusões que em 1 semana seu corpo ficara igual ao da Débora Secco? Em 1 mês sua barriga será um rico tanquinho... Não precisei emagrecer para encontrar o amor da minha vida, nem fazer milagre... Apenas deixei o Santo Antonio alguns dias de cabeça pra baixo, rsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Se tudo isso realmente funcionasse não teríamos tanta gente gorda no mundo, como eu! Já andei postando algumas coisas aqui sobre esse assunto e novamente ele volta ao DESABAFO! Faz tempo que não faço uma dieta de verdade! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E não me culpo por isso! Mas as &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pessoas insistem em querer me ver magra! Hahaha Seria hipocrisia minha dizer que não quero emagrecer, mas nem por isso tenho tentado todos os milagres disponíveis nas bancas de revistas à 1,99! Não tenho vergonha de me olhar no espelho do jeito que sou e muito menos fico me escondendo! Controlo algumas coisas, abuso de outras... Ai ai ai tem um chocolate aqui me chamando! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje mais do que emagrecer quero é ter saúde, por isso tenho dado uma melhorada na alimentação. É isso que importa, qualidade de vida e não ser magérrima e andar caindo por ai, anêmica, fraca... O que me importa é ser feliz, do jeito que sou, do jeito que me amam (e como!)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;E agora dêem licença que vou ali comer um bolinho, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque estou de aniversário!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Parabéns pra mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-4108388400527063989?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4108388400527063989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4108388400527063989' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4108388400527063989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4108388400527063989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/06/quem-disse-que-precisa-ser-magro-para.html' title='Quem disse que precisa ser magro para ser feliz?'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1899718280881520360</id><published>2011-06-03T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:15:49.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Daqui alguns anos você estará mais arrependido pelas coisas que não fez do que pelas que fez. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então solte as amarras. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afaste-se do porto seguro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agarre o vento em suas velas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Explore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descubra. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="O-PWC ugc"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-SIZE: 16px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-1899718280881520360?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1899718280881520360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1899718280881520360' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1899718280881520360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1899718280881520360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/06/daqui-alguns-anos-voce-estara-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1752365846082709242</id><published>2011-05-11T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:28:05.011-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concursoprêmio&#xD;comportamento'/><title type='text'>Top blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6reX8BqyA0/TcsddPWaBUI/AAAAAAAACK8/LYcP3Z8nPIs/s1600/blog_indicado_edicao2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598588411098068018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6wLRluq_Gk/TbIuf08edDI/AAAAAAAACK0/GVN0a4rqe_g/s320/Fotos%2B201162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Domingo de Páscoa especial, hoje meu Bernardo está completando 4 aninhos! Além dos ovinhos e coelhinhos espalhados pela casa tem bolo e churrasco também! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;O tempo voa... Parece que foi ontem que meu "&lt;em&gt;enrugadinho&lt;/em&gt;" nasceu trazendo muita alegria para nós! Agora tá se achando o&lt;em&gt; "grande", o independente&lt;/em&gt;! rsrsrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Faltam palavras pra expressar tanto amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO BEZINHO e UMA FELIZ PÁSCOA PARA TODOS VOCÊS!&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/5206483789936628116-4730986776039799785?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6wLRluq_Gk/TbIuf08edDI/AAAAAAAACK0/GVN0a4rqe_g/s72-c/Fotos%2B201162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1105632633823165007</id><published>2011-04-20T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:02:00.673-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor-próprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciúmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inveja'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;♪ " O seu mal pensado o seu mal olhado, Não me faz andar pra trás e nem ficar parado..." ♪&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/5206483789936628116-1105632633823165007?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1105632633823165007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1105632633823165007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1105632633823165007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1105632633823165007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-seu-mal-pensado-o-seu-mal-olhado-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-6164883303130135057</id><published>2011-04-19T15:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:24:34.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Meus amigos são todos assim&lt;br /&gt;metade loucura, outra metade santidade.&lt;br /&gt;Escolho-os não pela pele, mas pela pupila,&lt;br /&gt;que tem que ter brilho questionador,&lt;br /&gt;tonalidade inquietante.e a alma exposta.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero só o ombro ,&lt;br /&gt;quero também sua maior alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo que não ri junto,&lt;br /&gt;não sabe sofrer junto&lt;br /&gt;Não quero risos previsíveis,&lt;br /&gt;nem choros piedosos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero os que não só lutam pela&lt;br /&gt;realidade mas também para que a&lt;br /&gt;fantasia não desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-os metade infância e&lt;br /&gt;outra metade velhice.&lt;br /&gt;Crianças, para que não esqueçam&lt;br /&gt;o valor do vento no rosto,&lt;br /&gt;e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;pois vendo-os loucos e santos, bobos e sérios,&lt;br /&gt;crianças e velhos, nunca me esquecerei de que&lt;br /&gt;a normalidade é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Fernando Pessoa )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-6164883303130135057?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6164883303130135057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6164883303130135057' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6164883303130135057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6164883303130135057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/04/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos meus amigos'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3891000898140542568</id><published>2011-04-18T20:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:57:31.678-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças de vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Voltando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBsZX_DJ1DA/TazJ_tA7OHI/AAAAAAAACKs/w98tGeXx0jo/s1600/Fotos%2B201155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597070533167102066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBsZX_DJ1DA/TazJ_tA7OHI/AAAAAAAACKs/w98tGeXx0jo/s320/Fotos%2B201155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Quantaaaaaa saudadeeee !!! Gente, jurava que poderia vir aqui antes, mas não deu! Mudanças e mais mudanças! Estamos morando em Uruguaiana - RS, bem na fronteira com a Argentina (tãoooo bom comprinhas no exterior! rsrsrsr), eu e o ex-namorido atual marido, trabalhando no hospital da cidade, Bernardo na escolinha, tudo diferente... Saudade da família e dos amigos que ficaram longe... Mas a vida é assim mesmo, sempre afirmei que mudanças são bem vindas e dessa vez não foi diferente embora tudo esteja diferente! Ficamos quase um mês sem internet e mesmo depois de instalada o tempo (ou a falta dele) não me permitiu que postasse nada por aqui, mas sempre estava espiando os comentários e lendo o que podia nos demais blogs! &lt;em&gt;Bueno&lt;/em&gt; (sim, já estou pegando umas gírias da fronteira rsrsrsrs), chega de &lt;em&gt;xisme&lt;/em&gt;, tá na hora de arrumar a janta do pessoal, ainda mais que estamos com visitas! Prometo voltar logo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiZ5PjDbpkw/TazJgesXpDI/AAAAAAAACKk/ClgOkOugLLc/s1600/Fotos%2B201161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597069996746843186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiZ5PjDbpkw/TazJgesXpDI/AAAAAAAACKk/ClgOkOugLLc/s320/Fotos%2B201161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"O que é verdadeiro volta. E quem tem que ficar, fica"&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/5206483789936628116-3891000898140542568?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3891000898140542568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3891000898140542568' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3891000898140542568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3891000898140542568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/04/voltando.html' title='Voltando...'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBsZX_DJ1DA/TazJ_tA7OHI/AAAAAAAACKs/w98tGeXx0jo/s72-c/Fotos%2B201155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1365940923232087383</id><published>2011-02-23T23:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:05:34.414-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWmzfPH-e-w/TWXKF_yMY6I/AAAAAAAACKc/faXzdEyI08g/s1600/mud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577085917938344866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWmzfPH-e-w/TWXKF_yMY6I/AAAAAAAACKc/faXzdEyI08g/s320/mud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em clima de mudanças... Assim que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt; mando notícias!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-1365940923232087383?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1365940923232087383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1365940923232087383' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1365940923232087383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1365940923232087383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/02/em-clima-de-mudancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWmzfPH-e-w/TWXKF_yMY6I/AAAAAAAACKc/faXzdEyI08g/s72-c/mud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4940591266197142320</id><published>2011-02-10T00:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:31:08.035-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fueJ2C-Bis/TVNNyJ_h_mI/AAAAAAAACKI/HO8BfNai7Fg/s1600/porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571882688058621538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fueJ2C-Bis/TVNNyJ_h_mI/AAAAAAAACKI/HO8BfNai7Fg/s320/porta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As pessoas pensam que podem entrar e sair quando querem da minha vida. Imaginem a surpresa quando elas encontrarem a porta fechada! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-4940591266197142320?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4940591266197142320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4940591266197142320' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4940591266197142320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4940591266197142320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-pessoas-pensam-que-podem-entrar-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fueJ2C-Bis/TVNNyJ_h_mI/AAAAAAAACKI/HO8BfNai7Fg/s72-c/porta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4573057086787769644</id><published>2011-02-09T00:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:23:37.018-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; " Não há meia mentira, tampouco meia verdade e nem meia liberdade, pois não pode ser cortada, quem acha o rumo da aguada, não morre de sede a míngua, e quem fala meia língua, termina dizendo nada!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jayme Caetano Braun)&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/5206483789936628116-4573057086787769644?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4573057086787769644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4573057086787769644' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4573057086787769644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4573057086787769644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-ha-meia-mentira-tampouco-meia.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-766521447317141219</id><published>2011-02-06T17:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:01:09.585-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selinhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentinhos'/><title type='text'>Selinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TU79F10AviI/AAAAAAAACKA/WssYzpyptoU/s1600/sel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><title type='text'>Desafio dos 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 coisas que tenho de fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Viajar pelo mundo inteiro&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- ver meu filho crescer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- assistir à um show do U2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- assistir à um GP de Fórmula 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- ganhar na mega - sena&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- nadar com golfinhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- ser feliz pra sempre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 coisas que mais digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Ai, meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;- Droga de internet!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Desce daí Bernardo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Não mexe ai Bernardo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Come Bernardo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Eu te amo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Ai que saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 coisas que faço bem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- cuidar do meu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- arrumar guarda- roupas, gavetas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- cozinhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- fazer manha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- escrever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- bordar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 defeitos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- rancorosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- esperar demais das pessoas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- acreditar demais nas pessoas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- preguiçosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- ciumenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- querer tudo pra ontem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- curiosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 qualidades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- amiga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- boa ouvinte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- pontual&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- solidária&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- inteligente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- companheira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- sociável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 coisas que adoro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- cuidar do meu filho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- matear com as amigas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- tomar uma cervejinha com o namorido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- internet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- fazer compras&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- escrever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- comer sem culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7 coisas que detesto:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- comer e sentir culpa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- esperar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- sentir saudade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- pessoas mal agradecidas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- inveja&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- controlar gastos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- ver quem eu amo doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:#7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lá no blog da Lúcia tem esse desafio e muitas outras coisas interessantes, confira! De amor e de... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luciahsoares.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://luciahsoares.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-9141369545271285519?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/9141369545271285519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=9141369545271285519' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/9141369545271285519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/9141369545271285519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/02/desafio-dos-7_06.html' title='Desafio dos 7'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-9014918517529761653</id><published>2011-02-05T23:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:44:45.783-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Dicas de blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ultimamente a internet só tem me dado alegrias! Tenho encontrado e &lt;em&gt;reencontrado&lt;/em&gt; pessoas especiais demais... Depois daquela foto da Marina que publiquei semana passada, agora vou mostrar pra vocês dois blogs que me encantaram! O blog da Vivian é um encanto, super delicado! Eu e a Vivi fomos vizinhas durante a infância, lá pelo final dos anos 80 (abafa!), ela mudou de cidade e nunca mais nos falamos, até que ela me achou no Twitter semanas atrás e desde então estamos colocando o papo em dia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570383585446524226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TU36W5k09UI/AAAAAAAACJ4/31_U6ZPcBRE/s320/flor%2Bazul" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivian-floreseversos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vivian-floreseversos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://vivian-floreseversos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivian Nunes- minhas flores e alguns versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570379391125551906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TU32iwgx-yI/AAAAAAAACJo/UF0Z_icvyYs/s320/florvermelha" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E o outro blog é de "velhos conhecidos" blogueiros Persio Presotto e Carol Sakura, mais Uelton Gomes. Uma ótima ideia esse blog deles, com dicas bem legais para estudantes ou curiosos... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vestiblogar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://vestiblogar.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Vestiblogar&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/5206483789936628116-9014918517529761653?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/9014918517529761653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=9014918517529761653' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/9014918517529761653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/9014918517529761653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/02/dicas-de-blogs.html' title='Dicas de blogs'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TU36W5k09UI/AAAAAAAACJ4/31_U6ZPcBRE/s72-c/flor%2Bazul' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5637053874158633723</id><published>2011-02-01T00:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:02:00.650-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respeito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religião'/><title type='text'>Iemanjá</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TUdk-8pPXlI/AAAAAAAACJc/SdabmBSMOD8/s1600/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568530496860675666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TUdk-8pPXlI/AAAAAAAACJc/SdabmBSMOD8/s320/rosas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Iemanjá vem lavar a nossa fé&lt;br /&gt;E Ogum pai do sol&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina o meu caminho eu quero viajar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pois hoje eu quero viajar prá lá do céu,&lt;br /&gt;Onde não haja fronteiras para me barrar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero subir nas estrelas e de lá ver o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Ver o sorriso da criança livre a brincar.&lt;br /&gt;E vou plantar uma semente no seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Para colher futuramente uma nova nação.&lt;br /&gt;Desigualdades e injustiças há de acabar,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou filho de Ogum e de mãe Iemanjá" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iemanjá - Chimarruts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;* - * - * - *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Logo mais à noite vou levar minhas oferendas para Iemanjá, mas as homenagens já começaram bem cedo! Só tenho que agradecer por tantas coisas boas que ela me trouxe em 2010 e com certeza 2011 será ainda mais abençoado! Já está sendo... &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/5206483789936628116-5637053874158633723?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5637053874158633723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5637053874158633723' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5637053874158633723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5637053874158633723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/02/iemanja.html' title='Iemanjá'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TUdk-8pPXlI/AAAAAAAACJc/SdabmBSMOD8/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5236387773848573458</id><published>2011-01-31T15:27:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:49:31.159-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: boldfont-family:Georgia;color:#ff99ff;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ Tomara que a gente não desista de ser quem é por nada nem ninguém deste mundo. Que a gente reconheça o poder do outro sem esquecer do nosso. Que as mentiras alheias não confundam as nossas verdades, mesmo que as mentiras e as verdades sejam impermanentes. Que friagem nenhuma seja capaz de encabular o nosso calor mais bonito. Que, mesmo quando estivermos doendo, não percamos de vista nem de sonho a ideia da alegria."&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ana Jacomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-5236387773848573458?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5236387773848573458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5236387773848573458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5236387773848573458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5236387773848573458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/tomara-que-gente-nao-desista-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8768377890583549458</id><published>2011-01-29T00:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:02:00.559-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8768377890583549458?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8768377890583549458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8768377890583549458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8768377890583549458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8768377890583549458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-valor-das-coisas-nao-esta-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5503594447015112715</id><published>2011-01-28T02:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T02:42:39.118-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TUJIW4evGUI/AAAAAAAACJU/6_T_ElXhphk/s1600/ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567091647338977602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TUJIW4evGUI/AAAAAAAACJU/6_T_ElXhphk/s320/ponte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Você tem construído mais muros ou pontes? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-5503594447015112715?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5503594447015112715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5503594447015112715' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5503594447015112715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5503594447015112715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-tem-construido-mais-muros-ou.html' title='...'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TUJIW4evGUI/AAAAAAAACJU/6_T_ElXhphk/s72-c/ponte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8960653345634121917</id><published>2011-01-23T22:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:52:32.322-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><title type='text'>Marina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TTzK48I3wOI/AAAAAAAACJM/KAsolPbplak/s1600/marina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565546319087911138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TTzK48I3wOI/AAAAAAAACJM/KAsolPbplak/s320/marina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Andei por um fio para excluir meu orkut, é tanta baixaria, fofocas, vírus... Mas ai me lembro dos amigos que estão longe, das fotos (exclui quase todas) e acabei mantendo minha conta, mas não sei por quanto tempo... Bom, mas hoje o orkut trouxe um presentão! Essa foto linda!!! Roubei, com a devida autorização da dona! rsrsrs Valeu Marina! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dá uma sensação de paz, liberdade, felicidadeeee... Coisas que nos fazem tão bem, representadas numa bela imagem!&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/5206483789936628116-8960653345634121917?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8960653345634121917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8960653345634121917' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8960653345634121917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8960653345634121917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/marina.html' title='Marina...'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TTzK48I3wOI/AAAAAAAACJM/KAsolPbplak/s72-c/marina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5525917178226089770</id><published>2011-01-20T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:32:57.125-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Desistir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 12pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eu já pensei seriamente nisso, mas nunca me levei realmente a sério. É que tem mais chão nos meus olhos do que cansaço nas minhas pernas, mais esperança nos meus passos do que tristezas nos meus ombros, mais estrada no meu coração do que medo na minha cabeça".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 12pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Cora Coralina)&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: #cc33cc; FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-5525917178226089770?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5525917178226089770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5525917178226089770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5525917178226089770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5525917178226089770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/desistir.html' title='Desistir?'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5187867619882071469</id><published>2011-01-11T01:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:48:48.786-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor-próprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falsidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Incômodos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TSvNUlL6vDI/AAAAAAAACJA/-ZexsJu2tRQ/s1600/Fl%25C3%25A1via2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560763918382185522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TSvNUlL6vDI/AAAAAAAACJA/-ZexsJu2tRQ/s320/Fl%25C3%25A1via2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma Flávia incomoda muita gente, duas Flavia's incomodam incomodam muito mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Vocês devem estar ai pensando, será mesmo? Pois sim, incomodo, e muito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Posso não ser a pessoa mais feliz do mundo, mas me sinto feliz, do meu jeito,  tenho problemas, e muitos, e nos dias de hoje quem não os têm??? Queria mudar tantas coisas na minha vida, mas com o tempo tudo se ajeita... E nem por isso saio por ai empurrando crianças na rua, chamando um pobre inocente de MERDA... Palavra feia, &lt;em&gt;né&lt;/em&gt;? Mais feia ainda quando alguém se refere assim para um filho seu! Foi assim que chamaram o Bernardo sexta-feira passada após um empacotador de um supermercado tropeçar nele... Bom, recém hoje &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; conseguindo escrever aqui sobre, tal é raiva que tomou conta de mim! Comentei no twiiter por ser mais rápido, mas ... Prefiro nem contar os detalhes novamente para evitar um possível AVC! Minha cabeça parecia que ia explodir, latejava como nunca... Agora mais tranquila me arrependo de não ter chamado a polícia, ter dado um soco no rapaz... Sei lá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;E mesmo com mais esse "problema", não deixei de sorrir, embora tenha chorado muito pela falta de educação, falta de respeito pela qual passamos...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Talvez esse texto não sirva só como mais um &lt;em&gt;desabafo&lt;/em&gt;, mas sim pra mostrar pra certas pessoas que parecem não me esquecer, que minha vida vai muito bem!!! Chega de piadinhas toscas, de indiretas, de e&lt;em&gt;mails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ridículos, recados sem fundamento... Onde está a auto estima de vocês? Amor próprio já ouviram falar??? Chega de buscar defeitos nos outros e tratem de curar as feridas ainda abertas em vocês... &lt;em&gt;Cadê&lt;/em&gt; o amor verdadeiro que vivem a falar ??? Prefiro viver minha vida assim do jeito que Deus manda, do que fantasiar um mundo que não existe... Se bem que no orkut todo mundo é feliz!!! Hahaha Até parece!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/5206483789936628116-5187867619882071469?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5187867619882071469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5187867619882071469' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5187867619882071469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5187867619882071469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/incomodos.html' title='Incômodos'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TSvNUlL6vDI/AAAAAAAACJA/-ZexsJu2tRQ/s72-c/Fl%25C3%25A1via2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-6962113629414163701</id><published>2011-01-08T00:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:02:00.217-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #cc33cc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #999999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #cc33cc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #cc33cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E assim, aos poucos, ela se esquece dos socos, pontapés, golpes baixos que a vida lhe deu, lhe dará. A moça - que não era Capitu, mas também tem olhos de ressaca - levanta e segue &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:personname st="on" productid="em frente. Não"&gt;em frente. Não&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; por ser forte, e sim pelo contrário: por saber que é fraca o bastante para não conseguir ter ódio no seu coração, na sua alma, na sua essência. E ama, sabendo que vai chorar muitas vezes ainda. Afinal, foi chorando que ela, você e todos os outros, vieram ao mundo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff99ff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (Dom casmurro – Machado de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;       &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-6962113629414163701?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6962113629414163701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6962113629414163701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6962113629414163701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6962113629414163701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-assim-aos-poucos-ela-se-esquece-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2361546868110978111</id><published>2011-01-02T23:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:42:17.776-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><title type='text'>Água de Oceano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;" Em pleno deserto te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginava ser assim&lt;br /&gt;O que jamais pensei&lt;br /&gt;Foi ter você perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;O sol queimava a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você chegou&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe o bem que me faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;À sombra desse amor&lt;br /&gt;Àgua de oceano&lt;br /&gt;Pra beber&lt;br /&gt;Vivo mergulhado em você&lt;br /&gt;Te amo pra valer&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de não esquecer "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor e Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/5206483789936628116-2361546868110978111?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2361546868110978111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2361546868110978111' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2361546868110978111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2361546868110978111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2011/01/agua-de-oceano.html' title='Água de Oceano'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8523389085964731757</id><published>2010-12-31T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:01:00.916-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reveillon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><title type='text'>Receitas de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cor de arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;(mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;br /&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;br /&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser;&lt;br /&gt;novo&lt;br /&gt;até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;br /&gt;novo espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;br /&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;br /&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens&lt;br /&gt;(planta recebe mensagens?&lt;br /&gt;passa telegrama?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa&lt;br /&gt;fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar de arrependido&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que por decreto da esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;br /&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um ano novo&lt;br /&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8523389085964731757?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8523389085964731757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8523389085964731757' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8523389085964731757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8523389085964731757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/receitas-de-ano-novo.html' title='Receitas de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8835723626986466789</id><published>2010-12-29T22:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:17:30.237-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>Carbono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRvPXnNWwMI/AAAAAAAACIc/2PwSIMCyE-0/s1600/101_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556262569860579522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRvPXnNWwMI/AAAAAAAACIc/2PwSIMCyE-0/s320/101_0607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para brindar 2011 escolhi a cor Carbono, da Colorama, com uma francesinha branca!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8835723626986466789?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8835723626986466789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8835723626986466789' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8835723626986466789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8835723626986466789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/carbono.html' title='Carbono'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRvPXnNWwMI/AAAAAAAACIc/2PwSIMCyE-0/s72-c/101_0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3115146552166459619</id><published>2010-12-29T10:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:34:05.260-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><title type='text'>Pé direito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRsqMDe_oNI/AAAAAAAACIU/NMFs4aTjHAA/s1600/Fotos%2B201124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556080951873741010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRsqMDe_oNI/AAAAAAAACIU/NMFs4aTjHAA/s320/Fotos%2B201124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Já que não tenho ondas para pular no Reveillon espero entrar o 2011 com o pé direito e bem lindinho! Apostei numa francesinha clássica! E acertei!&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/5206483789936628116-3115146552166459619?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3115146552166459619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3115146552166459619' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3115146552166459619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3115146552166459619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/pe-direito.html' title='Pé direito'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRsqMDe_oNI/AAAAAAAACIU/NMFs4aTjHAA/s72-c/Fotos%2B201124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3812640526222240034</id><published>2010-12-28T14:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:33:20.426-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vergonha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Que vergonha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O Ministério Público denunciou à Justiça uma mulher de 35 anos de idade que mandou o filho, um adolescente de 12 anos, praticar maus-tratos contra um cão doméstico em Cachoeira do Sul. O fato ocorreu no dia 30 de novembro, na localidade de Vila Vargas, interior do Município.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a denúncia da promotora Giani Pohlmann Saad, o animal sofreu queimaduras nas patas, orelhas, boca e região lateral toráxica. Dois terços do corpo do animal foram atingidos, o que gerou infecção e depósito de larvas. O cão morreu em decorrência dos ferimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme a Promotora, “a mãe instigou o filho na prática criminosa com crueldade para a captura do cão e para que ele, já agonizante e queimado, fosse amarrado em uma árvore, determinando que o filho matasse o animal”. A mulher ainda tentou corromper um adolescente de 15 anos, oferecendo a ele R$ 10 e um celular para que colaborasse na prática, fornecendo o fio de luz para que o cão fosse amarrado na árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher foi denunciada por maus-tratos de animais, que prevê pena de três meses a um ano de prisão, e por corromper adolescente, induzindo à prática de uma infração penal, cuja pena prevista é de um a quatro anos de reclusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte Zero Hora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5206483789936628116-3812640526222240034?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3812640526222240034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3812640526222240034' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3812640526222240034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3812640526222240034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-vergonha.html' title='Que vergonha!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2644293581654317660</id><published>2010-12-27T00:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:22:20.954-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><title type='text'>Pensando em nós dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Sonhando, pensando, querendo&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos caçando você&lt;br /&gt;Pensando, sonhando, querendo... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivete Sangalo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-2644293581654317660?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2644293581654317660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2644293581654317660' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2644293581654317660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2644293581654317660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensando-em-nos-dois.html' title='Pensando em nós dois'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-7822163859004841438</id><published>2010-12-26T00:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:26:00.516-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>VIVER DESPENTEADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRQNacymSFI/AAAAAAAACII/gE0qACdDg38/s1600/Fotos%2B201119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554078988510840914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRQNacymSFI/AAAAAAAACII/gE0qACdDg38/s320/Fotos%2B201119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:9;color:#840000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Aprendi que é preciso deixar que vida te despenteie, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco... O que é gostoso,engorda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é lindo, custa caro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sol que ilumina o teu rosto enruga. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que é realmente bom dessa vida, despenteia... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer amor, despenteia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rir ás gargalhadas, despenteia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viajar, voar, correr, entrar no mar, despenteia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tirar a roupa, despenteia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijar a pessoa amada, despenteia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantar até fic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ar sem ar, despenteia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dançar até duvidar se foi boa ideia colocar aqueles saltos gigantes essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, cada vez que nos vejamos e Eu estiver com o cabelo bagunçado... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pode ter certeza que estarei passando por um momento FELIZ!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-7822163859004841438?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/7822163859004841438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=7822163859004841438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7822163859004841438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7822163859004841438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/viver-despenteada.html' title='VIVER DESPENTEADA'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRQNacymSFI/AAAAAAAACII/gE0qACdDg38/s72-c/Fotos%2B201119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8583804938327092585</id><published>2010-12-24T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:22:51.775-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comemoração'/><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TROALdjjS6I/AAAAAAAACH4/fUBmWPffISQ/s1600/Fotos%2B201118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553923699878611874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TROALdjjS6I/AAAAAAAACH4/fUBmWPffISQ/s320/Fotos%2B201118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Felicidade nos corações humanos.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança de dias melhores.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirações de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Família reunida.&lt;br /&gt;União cristã.&lt;br /&gt;Encontros acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Festa preparada.&lt;br /&gt;Estrela brilhando,&lt;br /&gt;Cristo nascendo.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo preparado, para vê-lo chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Céu aplaudindo.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos se abrindo.&lt;br /&gt;Vida florindo.&lt;br /&gt;Mundo sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;Fraternidade se manifestando.&lt;br /&gt;Gente perdoando.&lt;br /&gt;Mãos se juntando.&lt;br /&gt;Humanidade agradecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é prece.&lt;br /&gt;E momento de paz.&lt;br /&gt;Ele veio para nos salvar...&lt;br /&gt;Por isto ...&lt;br /&gt;É Natal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo à todos vocês que dedicaram um tempinho do seu dia pra vir aqui, um Feliz Natal! Muita paz e amor!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8583804938327092585?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8583804938327092585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8583804938327092585' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8583804938327092585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8583804938327092585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ NATAL'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TROALdjjS6I/AAAAAAAACH4/fUBmWPffISQ/s72-c/Fotos%2B201118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3078503485420628769</id><published>2010-12-23T01:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:23:17.583-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><title type='text'>Entreolhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Se ficar assim me olhando,&lt;br /&gt;me querendo, procurando,&lt;br /&gt;não sei não, eu vou me apaixonar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não tava nem pensando&lt;br /&gt;mas você foi me pegando&lt;br /&gt;e agora não importa aonde vá:&lt;br /&gt;me ganhou, vai ter que me levar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me vê assim do jeito que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;É, e faz de mim&lt;br /&gt;o que bem quer&lt;br /&gt;Eu que sei tão pouco de você!&lt;br /&gt;E você que teima em me querer! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-3078503485420628769?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3078503485420628769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3078503485420628769' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3078503485420628769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3078503485420628769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/entreolhares.html' title='Entreolhares'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4118445680626726991</id><published>2010-12-21T01:31:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:50:15.785-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasboas'/><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRAif6ni6nI/AAAAAAAACHo/Z_zrSkvb8I0/s1600/Fotos%2B2010123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552976272254233202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRAif6ni6nI/AAAAAAAACHo/Z_zrSkvb8I0/s320/Fotos%2B2010123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Vida é chuva, é sol&lt;br /&gt;Uma fila, um olá&lt;br /&gt;Um retrato, um farol&lt;br /&gt;Que será que será&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vida é um filho que cresce&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada, um caminho&lt;br /&gt;É um pouco de tudo&lt;br /&gt;É um beijo, um carinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É um sino tocando, uma Fêmea no cio&lt;br /&gt;É alguém se chegando&lt;br /&gt;É o que ninguém viu&lt;br /&gt;É discurso, é promessa&lt;br /&gt;É um mar, é um rio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vida é a revolução, é deixar como está&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É uma velha canção, Deus nos deu, Deus dará&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vida é a solidão, é a turma do bar&lt;br /&gt;É partir sem razão, é voltar por voltar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vida é palco é plateia, é cadeira vazia&lt;br /&gt;É rotina, odisseia, é sair de uma fria&lt;br /&gt;É um sonho tão bom, é a briga no altar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:red;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vida!!! É um grito de gol&lt;br /&gt;É um banho de mar&lt;br /&gt;É inverno e verão&lt;br /&gt;Vida!!! É mentira, é verdade&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe a vida é da vida razão. "&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:red;" lang="PT" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:red;" lang="PT" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;...............&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-4118445680626726991?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4118445680626726991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4118445680626726991' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4118445680626726991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4118445680626726991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TRAif6ni6nI/AAAAAAAACHo/Z_zrSkvb8I0/s72-c/Fotos%2B2010123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1090460194793507831</id><published>2010-12-20T00:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:53:55.179-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQ7FFdbdcDI/AAAAAAAACHg/6lPAeguoT2M/s1600/Fl%25C3%25A1via2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552592088184221746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQ7FFdbdcDI/AAAAAAAACHg/6lPAeguoT2M/s320/Fl%25C3%25A1via2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQ7DMVAzQ1I/AAAAAAAACHY/1X6cn_1Kk3Q/s1600/Fl%25C3%25A1via.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se acreditarmos apaixonadamente em algo que ainda não existe, nós o criamos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ENfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" lang="EN"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5206483789936628116-1090460194793507831?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1090460194793507831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1090460194793507831' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1090460194793507831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1090460194793507831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-acreditarmos-apaixonadamente-em-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQ7FFdbdcDI/AAAAAAAACHg/6lPAeguoT2M/s72-c/Fl%25C3%25A1via2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3888509115692111694</id><published>2010-12-19T03:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:32:03.110-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Só meus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQ6jzOOZ1LI/AAAAAAAACHQ/NFJxAAXKlHY/s1600/Fl%25C3%25A1via3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552555490981565618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQ6jzOOZ1LI/AAAAAAAACHQ/NFJxAAXKlHY/s320/Fl%25C3%25A1via3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lembrar de bons momentos, atrai bons momentos ! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-3888509115692111694?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3888509115692111694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3888509115692111694' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3888509115692111694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3888509115692111694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-meus.html' title='Só meus!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQ6jzOOZ1LI/AAAAAAAACHQ/NFJxAAXKlHY/s72-c/Fl%25C3%25A1via3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-732923504688088329</id><published>2010-12-18T15:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:38:08.478-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filho'/><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQzwYBcB4bI/AAAAAAAACGY/gENkhwCpRRg/s1600/Fotos%2B201116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552076736134504882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQzwYBcB4bI/AAAAAAAACGY/gENkhwCpRRg/s320/Fotos%2B201116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;O tempo voa! Parece que foi ontem que estava aqui me lastimando que o Bezinho já ia pra escola... E agora ele já está de férias! Dia 15 foi a festa de encerramento do ano letivo da escolinha que ele frequenta, a Casinha do Sol! As crianças estavam lindas, deram um show com teatrinhos, danças... Bernardo encenou o anãozinho Feliz  e depois dançou uma coreografia da turma da Mônica, onde era o Cebolinha! Hehehe Será que babei muito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Festa de final de ano não pode faltar o Bom Velhinho (pra mim não faz falta ! hehehe), ainda mais com esse monte de criança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Bom, já andava sem tempo, imaginem agora com o Bernardo de férias! Mas eu volto!!!&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/5206483789936628116-732923504688088329?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/732923504688088329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=732923504688088329' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/732923504688088329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/732923504688088329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/ferias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQzwYBcB4bI/AAAAAAAACGY/gENkhwCpRRg/s72-c/Fotos%2B201116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-874639474755596669</id><published>2010-12-18T00:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:06:18.823-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Sem tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQwk762XczI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Jff9yYcsEPM/s1600/Fotos%2B20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551853052469146418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQwk762XczI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Jff9yYcsEPM/s320/Fotos%2B20113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:9;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão tenho tempo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:9;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem preciso&lt;br /&gt;disputar amizade e nem o amor&lt;br /&gt;de ninguem, pois sou feliz com&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas que tenho ao meu&lt;br /&gt;lado!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tempo para bancar&lt;br /&gt;a vítima, e achar que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;inteiro conspira contra mim,&lt;br /&gt;pois não fiz nada&lt;br /&gt;pra ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tempo para me explicar,&lt;br /&gt;pois quem fala a verdade não&lt;br /&gt;precisa provar nada!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tempo para cuidar&lt;br /&gt;da sua vida, nem muito menos&lt;br /&gt;de pessoas que eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;na vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:9;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenho tempo para perder&lt;br /&gt;com gente falsa...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tempo para fazer&lt;br /&gt;o seu jogo!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa...Mas eu não tenho tempo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:9;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-874639474755596669?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/874639474755596669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=874639474755596669' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/874639474755596669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/874639474755596669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-tempo.html' title='Sem tempo!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TQwk762XczI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Jff9yYcsEPM/s72-c/Fotos%2B20113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4420261262776096244</id><published>2010-12-06T21:57:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:40:01.500-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comemoração'/><title type='text'>Comadre de Miss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TP158b7hDzI/AAAAAAAACGI/YOBG9KCcZxg/s1600/miss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547724395186818866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TP158b7hDzI/AAAAAAAACGI/YOBG9KCcZxg/s320/miss2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Já falei dela por aqui, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ariane Righi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a comadre mais lindaaaaaaa! Uma boneca que conheci bebê e agora está arrebentando nas passarelas. No fim de semana passado esteve em Passo Fundo - RS de onde voltou com mais um título: Miss Conesul Internacional 2011! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Com apenas 15 anos são inúmeros títulos de beleza que a minha comadre vem acumulando e quem venham muitooooos mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AMOOOOOO!&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/5206483789936628116-4420261262776096244?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4420261262776096244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4420261262776096244' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4420261262776096244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4420261262776096244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/comadre-de-miss.html' title='Comadre de Miss!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TP158b7hDzI/AAAAAAAACGI/YOBG9KCcZxg/s72-c/miss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4267751665517594086</id><published>2010-12-01T00:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:59:24.503-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roupas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim de semana'/><title type='text'>Coisa phina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPW5xRzn_cI/AAAAAAAACGA/Z3BWH7aJVXc/s1600/galisteu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545542772421295554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPW5xRzn_cI/AAAAAAAACGA/Z3BWH7aJVXc/s320/galisteu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adriane Galisteu casou no último fim de semana e aproveitou para batizar o pequeno Vittorio! Inovaram no modelito! Coisa &lt;em&gt;phina...&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/5206483789936628116-4267751665517594086?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4267751665517594086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4267751665517594086' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4267751665517594086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4267751665517594086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/12/coisa-phina.html' title='Coisa phina!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPW5xRzn_cI/AAAAAAAACGA/Z3BWH7aJVXc/s72-c/galisteu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-7524184429855215431</id><published>2010-11-30T18:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:27:20.335-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>Turmalina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPVdeZi8TtI/AAAAAAAACF4/PUdTGEj9J5s/s1600/Fotos%2B2010125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545441293011537618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPVdeZi8TtI/AAAAAAAACF4/PUdTGEj9J5s/s320/Fotos%2B2010125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPVbrWi5y9I/AAAAAAAACFw/mSl4r8l5UMs/s1600/Fotos%2B2010138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turmalina (Risqué)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Manicure recém saiu e já fotografei! Rsrsrsrs.&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/5206483789936628116-7524184429855215431?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/7524184429855215431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=7524184429855215431' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7524184429855215431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7524184429855215431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/turmalina.html' title='Turmalina'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPVdeZi8TtI/AAAAAAAACF4/PUdTGEj9J5s/s72-c/Fotos%2B2010125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5994905325966591662</id><published>2010-11-30T00:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:02:00.521-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crianças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>A arte de fazer bebês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRKn8LUa6I/AAAAAAAACFo/K1DJv_6X0AQ/s1600/Fotos%2B2010136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545139091228879778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRKn8LUa6I/AAAAAAAACFo/K1DJv_6X0AQ/s320/Fotos%2B2010136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recebi essas fotos por email e ali diz que esses bebês são feitos de massa de pão!!! Perfeitos né? Não sei se a matéria prima é essa mesmo, mas que dá vontade de morder ah isso dá!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRKij7G7pI/AAAAAAAACFg/fQeWbbJVC7M/s1600/Fotos%2B2010137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545138998819090066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRKij7G7pI/AAAAAAAACFg/fQeWbbJVC7M/s320/Fotos%2B2010137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-5994905325966591662?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5994905325966591662/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRKn8LUa6I/AAAAAAAACFo/K1DJv_6X0AQ/s72-c/Fotos%2B2010136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8100427046231972920</id><published>2010-11-29T22:31:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:40:25.784-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namorido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Sete Cidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRHkaQ-JuI/AAAAAAAACFY/iWJ4WNZVLkY/s1600/Fotos%2B2010126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135732051289826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRHkaQ-JuI/AAAAAAAACFY/iWJ4WNZVLkY/s320/Fotos%2B2010126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Já me acostumei com a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Com teu rosto e teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Me partiram em dois&lt;br /&gt;E procuro agora o que é minha metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E sinto falta do meu corpo junto ao teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meu coração é tão tosco e tão pobre&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe ainda os caminhos do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E sinto falta do teu corpo junto ao meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vem depressa pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei esperar&lt;br /&gt;Já fizemos promessas demais&lt;br /&gt;E já me acostumei com a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou contigo estou em paz&lt;br /&gt;Quando não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Meu espírito se perde, voa longe "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8100427046231972920?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TPRHkaQ-JuI/AAAAAAAACFY/iWJ4WNZVLkY/s72-c/Fotos%2B2010126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3240112175567760082</id><published>2010-11-25T14:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:14:44.885-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor-próprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou o que a sua percepção lhe permitir enxergar...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez Eu seja Mais louca do que você acredita...&lt;br /&gt;E mais inteligente do que você imagina!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja mais Intensa do que você pensa...&lt;br /&gt;E mais feliz do que você jamais sonhou!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tenha coragem de dizer o que você não ousa&lt;br /&gt;Ou Saiba dizer de forma simples o que você não consegue expressar...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você não compreenda nada do que eu digo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não, é porque não é mesmo para você compreender.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez Eu me permita ser diferente a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez eu simplesmente seja assim&lt;br /&gt;E realmente goste de ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu goste de acordar todos os dias e fluir com a vida&lt;br /&gt;Dizer o que sinto porque sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de rir de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;De fazer Drama quando estou muito triste até passar a dor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também quando passa vai de uma vez só!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ler coisas que me façam pensar diferente... &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo mudar de ideia !!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de pessoas de "atitude" que fazem com que eu reflita sobre as minhas... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosto de aprender tentando e crescer através das minhas experiências. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo ser surpreendida...&lt;br /&gt;Acredito muito no potencial humano...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu amo o Ser Humano de uma forma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em Geral￼Tornei-me" st="on"&gt;em Geral&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me&lt;/st1:personname&gt; o que sou por amor&lt;br /&gt;Alias “o amor me move... Só por ele eu falo...”&lt;br /&gt;Tenho paixão pela minha Vida!&lt;br /&gt;Por isto estou sempre sendo complacente comigo mesma...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei admitir quando erro&lt;br /&gt;Sei pedir desculpa&lt;br /&gt;E estou aprendendo a lidar com a minha amiga ansiedade.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que quando é meu vem com força...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando é mais ou menos não é para ser!&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de situações obscuras&lt;br /&gt;Não Gosto de viver mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;Beijar mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir mais ou menos...&lt;br /&gt;Nestas situações eu não sou eu...Sou parte de mim e acredito que não flui como deveria...&lt;br /&gt;Algo que aprendi é que se eu não compreendo você a culpa é sua e vice versa... Me Mostro à medida que você se mostra ... Mas às vezes você só vê aquilo que quer ver... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou que pode ... rs!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você tenha uma ideia equivocada sobre a minha pessoa ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez você me conheça mais do que você imagina ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou talvez você realmente não me conheça... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-3240112175567760082?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3240112175567760082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3240112175567760082' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3240112175567760082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3240112175567760082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-o-que-sua-percepcao-lhe-permitir.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3546175008248295903</id><published>2010-11-25T00:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:02:00.400-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissão'/><title type='text'>Flamingo gigante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TO1AMSRIL7I/AAAAAAAACFI/fflMtinfOgQ/s1600/Fotos%2B2010134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543157296169234354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TO1AMSRIL7I/AAAAAAAACFI/fflMtinfOgQ/s320/Fotos%2B2010134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tudo bem que pode até parecer um grande pato rosa, mas são inúmeros flamingos que formam um flamingo gigante! Lindo! O fotógrafo sortudo chama-se Bobby Haas e a foto foi tirada no Caribe.&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/5206483789936628116-3546175008248295903?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3546175008248295903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3546175008248295903' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3546175008248295903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3546175008248295903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/flamingo-gigante.html' title='Flamingo gigante'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TO1AMSRIL7I/AAAAAAAACFI/fflMtinfOgQ/s72-c/Fotos%2B2010134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8167356492755508973</id><published>2010-11-24T14:12:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:37:46.521-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TO09KHTZMDI/AAAAAAAACFA/k1OK5PyTEPc/s1600/coreia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543153960331325490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TO09KHTZMDI/AAAAAAAACFA/k1OK5PyTEPc/s320/coreia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coréia do Sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PAZ... Será que é pedir demais???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543150918932706978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TO06ZFNdNqI/AAAAAAAACE4/UxWHTAKzZzc/s320/Fotos%2B2010133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8167356492755508973?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8167356492755508973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8167356492755508973' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8167356492755508973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8167356492755508973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/paz.html' title='PAZ'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TO09KHTZMDI/AAAAAAAACFA/k1OK5PyTEPc/s72-c/coreia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-151150756435162986</id><published>2010-11-24T10:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:30:17.611-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><title type='text'>Seu nome termina com que letra?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;" Pesquisas sobre assuntos estranhos não faltam no mundo feminino, mas essa é uma das mais curiosas que a redação do Donna já encontrou. Um recente levantamento feito na França afirma que mulheres cujos nomes terminam com a letra A costumam ter mais parceiros sexuais durante a vida em comparação com as demais mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;De acordo com a pesquisa, mulheres com nomes terminados com outras letras tÊm uma média de 4,4 parceiros na vida. Já as que foram batizadas com nome terminados na vogal A o número sobe bastante. Por exemplo: o nome Laura tem uma média de 9,7 parceiros, diz a pesquisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;O estudo foi publicado na revista americana Time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte: Zero Hora digital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-151150756435162986?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/151150756435162986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=151150756435162986' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/151150756435162986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/151150756435162986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/seu-nome-termina-com-que-letra.html' title='Seu nome termina com que letra?'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2903161246260727068</id><published>2010-11-23T16:00:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:35:00.084-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>Sereia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOwJI2h4uJI/AAAAAAAACEw/REYNORhccq4/s1600/Colagens6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542815289067485330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOwJI2h4uJI/AAAAAAAACEw/REYNORhccq4/s320/Colagens6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de meses sem usar essa cor, resolvi deixar o vermelho de lado novamente! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sereia, da Impala&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a figa, é pra dar uma afastada nas coisas ruins que rondam o meu blog, twitter, orkut... enfim, que me rondam, mas não tem vez!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-2903161246260727068?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2903161246260727068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2903161246260727068' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2903161246260727068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2903161246260727068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/sereia.html' title='Sereia'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOwJI2h4uJI/AAAAAAAACEw/REYNORhccq4/s72-c/Colagens6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-6548060613168984189</id><published>2010-11-18T09:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:35:50.213-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relacioonamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Posições do casal na cama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHoFWpcbI/AAAAAAAACEA/bWej4GLBCfk/s1600/luademelcaraguejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540702564274237874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHoFWpcbI/AAAAAAAACEA/bWej4GLBCfk/s320/luademelcaraguejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Abraço de lua de mel" e "Caranguejo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraço de lua de mel&lt;/strong&gt;: embora desconfortável é a posição preferida dos recém casados, como se tivessem feito amor à pouco... Significa : quero você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caranguejo:&lt;/strong&gt; parece que um está fugindo do outro! Alerta! Será que seu relacionamento não está desgastado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHnrkpu5I/AAAAAAAACD4/EbAJ3Mle9XA/s1600/ligadoseabra%25C3%25A7odeperna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540702557353655186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHnrkpu5I/AAAAAAAACD4/EbAJ3Mle9XA/s320/ligadoseabra%25C3%25A7odeperna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ligados e livres" e "Abraço de perna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ligados e livres:&lt;/strong&gt; mulher de costas para o homem, com a cabeça um pouco inclinada parece que ela quer ficar o seu canto. O homem, embora inclinado para o lado da mulher, mantém uma certa distância, ele pode estar querendo liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraço de perna&lt;/strong&gt;: ambos querem conquistar seu espaço, ele não abre mão do seu. Os pés que se tocam, significa carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHnD0lmGI/AAAAAAAACDw/aKvv02pte30/s1600/chanelecolher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540702546683074658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHnD0lmGI/AAAAAAAACDw/aKvv02pte30/s320/chanelecolher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Chanel" e "Colherzinha&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chanel:&lt;/strong&gt; os quadris se tocam mas cada um se vira para um lado. Embora ligados, cada um tem seu espaço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colherzinha&lt;/strong&gt;: ou feijãozinho, conchinha ou simplesmente dormir abraçados! Os dois encaixados, significa que "completamos um ao outro", aconchego! Minha preferida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHm8NXOOI/AAAAAAAACDo/FxzSlo42At8/s1600/ber%25C3%25A7oepersegui%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540702544639506658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHm8NXOOI/AAAAAAAACDo/FxzSlo42At8/s320/ber%25C3%25A7oepersegui%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Berço" e "Perseguição&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berço:&lt;/strong&gt; união estável, aproximação. A mulher sente-se protegida embaixo da asa do companheiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perseguição&lt;/strong&gt;: mulher demonstra que quer ou busca ter a posse do homem. Já ele está buscando seu território pessoal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHml3951I/AAAAAAAACDg/N2_ED5rup4M/s1600/abismoetelhadinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540702538644186962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHml3951I/AAAAAAAACDg/N2_ED5rup4M/s320/abismoetelhadinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abismo" e "Telhadinho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abismo:&lt;/strong&gt; pode ser um certo distanciamento entre o casal, caso durmam sempre assim, falta de interesse, falta de vontade de estar junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telhadinho&lt;/strong&gt;: demonstra uma certa união por causa do braço do homem, mas um certo distanciameto por causa dos quadris separados. Pode significar uma falta de interesse sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fonte BOL NOTÍCIAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E você, de que jeito dorme com seu amado ou sozinho mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-6548060613168984189?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6548060613168984189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6548060613168984189' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6548060613168984189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6548060613168984189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/posicoes-do-casal-na-cama.html' title='Posições do casal na cama'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TOSHoFWpcbI/AAAAAAAACEA/bWej4GLBCfk/s72-c/luademelcaraguejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2180232662576964600</id><published>2010-11-17T00:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:53:15.827-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TONDeQZhA7I/AAAAAAAACCw/f5HH30kq7EI/s1600/Fotos%2B2010130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540346153672967090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TONDeQZhA7I/AAAAAAAACCw/f5HH30kq7EI/s320/Fotos%2B2010130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TONCUvKwiII/AAAAAAAACCo/mA7cPPxMeTo/s1600/Fotos%2B2010128.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Tudo tem a hora certa pra acontecer, e na maioria das vezes aquilo que você mais deseja só vai acontecer quando você menos esperar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-2180232662576964600?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2180232662576964600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2180232662576964600' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2180232662576964600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2180232662576964600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/tudo-tem-hora-certa-pra-acontecer-e-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TONDeQZhA7I/AAAAAAAACCw/f5HH30kq7EI/s72-c/Fotos%2B2010130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8851076633302258883</id><published>2010-11-13T14:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:09:54.130-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>Cor do findi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TN7EnZNvhWI/AAAAAAAACCg/cTl7aCiy-K4/s1600/Fotos%2B2010125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539080772774757730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TN7EnZNvhWI/AAAAAAAACCg/cTl7aCiy-K4/s320/Fotos%2B2010125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Dessa vez consegui me livrar do esmalte vermelho! Estava louca para experimentar esse que tinha comprado, mas estava fechadinho, aguardando sua vez! O escolhido: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeans, da Colorama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Um charme! Amei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&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/5206483789936628116-8851076633302258883?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8851076633302258883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8851076633302258883' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8851076633302258883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8851076633302258883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/cor-do-findi.html' title='Cor do findi'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TN7EnZNvhWI/AAAAAAAACCg/cTl7aCiy-K4/s72-c/Fotos%2B2010125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-920933831452380045</id><published>2010-11-12T01:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:45:39.387-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Bem baratinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNy0jdkAzgI/AAAAAAAACCM/yqtBqAJNPAI/s1600/victoria5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538500163082964482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNy0jdkAzgI/AAAAAAAACCM/yqtBqAJNPAI/s320/victoria5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esse sutiã (Victoria's Secrets)  que a &lt;em&gt;feia &lt;/em&gt;Adriana Lima está usando custa só 2 milhões de dólares!!! Só !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por esse &lt;em&gt;precinho camarada&lt;/em&gt; podia ser mais bonitinho, né? Poderia ter mais uma corzinha, mais um detalhe, sei lá achei muito apagadinho pra valer tantoooo assim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gostei mesmo foi da sandália! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E o que são as &lt;em&gt;canelas &lt;/em&gt;da moça? Será que ainda não quebrou? Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNy0imG8EOI/AAAAAAAACCE/8WEGj5MfNnc/s1600/Fotos%2B2010121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538500148197069026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNy0imG8EOI/AAAAAAAACCE/8WEGj5MfNnc/s320/Fotos%2B2010121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Claro, se alguém quiser me presentear com um desses, ou até mesmo com a sandália, só entrar em contato por email... Rsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/5206483789936628116-920933831452380045?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/920933831452380045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=920933831452380045' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/920933831452380045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/920933831452380045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/bem-baratinho.html' title='Bem baratinho!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNy0jdkAzgI/AAAAAAAACCM/yqtBqAJNPAI/s72-c/victoria5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1572340042835307380</id><published>2010-11-12T00:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:35:51.329-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Pela lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Eu já nem sei se é pela poeira dessa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu olhar se chegou hoje mais molhado&lt;br /&gt;Ou se foi essa distância tão constante&lt;br /&gt;Que trouxe junto alguma mágoa do passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talvez nem seja pelo jeito dessa lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Que já faz tempo anda escasso meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Pois ainda tenho aquela antiga alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que redescubro nos momentos que preciso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A lágrima é um silêncio guardado pela alma&lt;br /&gt;Que se solta simplesmente por partir&lt;br /&gt;E querer explicá-la com palavras&lt;br /&gt;É cantar saudade a quem não sabe sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor da lágrima eu sei bem de onde brota&lt;br /&gt;Das nascentes de algum rio de aguada boa&lt;br /&gt;Eram nuvens de saudade e se acharam&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos com esse jeito de garoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Certas vezes ganham imagens as retinas&lt;br /&gt;Com silhuetas tão difíceis de esquecer e transformam tão amargos meus olhares&lt;br /&gt;pelo sal que os olhos trazem sem querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda fosse pelo menos só uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;para mostrar toda a tristeza que se tem&lt;br /&gt;mas elas chegam amadrinhando o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;com &lt;strong&gt;recuerdos de saudade por alguém&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Composição: Gujo Teixeira / Marcelo Caminha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-1572340042835307380?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1572340042835307380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1572340042835307380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1572340042835307380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1572340042835307380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/pela-lagrima.html' title='Pela lágrima'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-7243583067279504807</id><published>2010-11-11T00:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:02:00.371-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passatempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>O que faz bem e o que faz mal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 align="justify"&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="textoAzul"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho a maior graça. Tomate previne isso, cebola previne aquilo, chocolate faz bem, chocolate faz mal, um cálice diário de vinho não tem problema, qualquer gole de álcool é nocivo, tome água em abundância, mas não exagere... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diante desta profusão de descobertas, acho mais seguro não mudar de hábitos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei direitinho o que faz bem e o que faz mal pra minha saúde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prazer faz muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Dormir me deixa 0km.&lt;br /&gt;Ler um bom livro faz-me sentir novo em folha.&lt;br /&gt;Viajar me deixa tenso antes de embarcar, mas depois rejuvenesço uns cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;Viagens aéreas não me incham as pernas; incham-me o cérebro, volto cheio de ideias.&lt;br /&gt;Brigar me provoca arritmia cardíaca.&lt;br /&gt;Ver pessoas tendo acessos de estupidez me embrulha o estômago.&lt;br /&gt;Testemunhar gente jogando lata de cerveja pela janela do carro me faz perder toda a fé no ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;E telejornais... os médicos deveriam proibir - como doem!&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar faz bem, dançar faz bem, ficar em silêncio quando uma discussão está pegando fogo, faz muito bem! Você exercita o autocontrole e ainda acorda no outro dia sem se sentir arrependido de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Acordar de manhã arrependido do que disse ou do que fez ontem à noite é prejudicial à saúde!&lt;br /&gt;E passar o resto do dia sem coragem para pedir desculpas, pior ainda!&lt;br /&gt;Não pedir perdão pelas nossas mancadas dá câncer, não há tomate ou mozarela que previna.&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao cinema, conseguir um lugar central nas fileiras do fundo, não ter ninguém atrapalhando sua visão, nenhum celular tocando e o filme ser espetacular, uau!&lt;br /&gt;Cinema é melhor pra saúde do que pipoca!&lt;br /&gt;Conversa é melhor do que piada.&lt;br /&gt;Exercício é melhor do que cirurgia.&lt;br /&gt;Humor é melhor do que rancor.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são melhores do que gente influente.&lt;br /&gt;Economia é melhor do que dívida.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta é melhor do que dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é melhor do que nada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-7243583067279504807?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/7243583067279504807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=7243583067279504807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7243583067279504807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7243583067279504807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-faz-bem-e-o-que-faz-mal.html' title='O que faz bem e o que faz mal...'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-588401426825283064</id><published>2010-11-10T01:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:09:48.894-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Lições</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNoMuFsxswI/AAAAAAAACBk/--aHIDCLcco/s1600/gorila_amamentacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537752677748945666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNoMuFsxswI/AAAAAAAACBk/--aHIDCLcco/s320/gorila_amamentacao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta foto, feita nesta terça-feira (9), no Franklin Park Zoo, em Boston, nos Estados Unidos, poderia servir para uma campanha de amamentação: “A mamãe gorila dá uma lição da natureza – ‘amamente seu filhote’”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto Kiki come uma cenoura, o bebê, nascido há uma semana (dia 3 de novembro), mama. Kiki e seu parceiro, Kitome, têm outras duas filhas (Kira, de 11 anos, e Kimani, de 5). O nome do novo membro da família será definido por um concurso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fonte: Época - Blog Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-588401426825283064?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/588401426825283064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=588401426825283064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/588401426825283064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/588401426825283064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/licoes.html' title='Lições'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNoMuFsxswI/AAAAAAAACBk/--aHIDCLcco/s72-c/gorila_amamentacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2781914870598611157</id><published>2010-11-05T19:46:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:02:50.349-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNR9JNeOw_I/AAAAAAAACBc/QnC9TqPMnD8/s1600/Fotos+2010115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536187439133934578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNR9JNeOw_I/AAAAAAAACBc/QnC9TqPMnD8/s320/Fotos+2010115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sei quantos esmaltes tenho, quase 100 acho eu, rosa, branco, azul, verde, lilás, roxo, cinza, várias marcas, novos e velhos, mas não adianta, mais uma vez usei um vermelho!!! Tem alguns que ainda estão intactos, ohhhh vício!!! Gostei do resultado, o vermelho de hoje é da Impala, Madonna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje, enquanto fazia as unhas e &lt;em&gt;twittava &lt;/em&gt;ao mesmo tempo uma amiga me mandou o link de um blog de esmaltes, vale a pena conferir: &lt;a href="http://www.queridoesmalte.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.queridoesmalte.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-2781914870598611157?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2781914870598611157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2781914870598611157' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2781914870598611157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2781914870598611157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/madonna.html' title='Madonna'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TNR9JNeOw_I/AAAAAAAACBc/QnC9TqPMnD8/s72-c/Fotos+2010115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3719078297949969792</id><published>2010-11-05T15:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:40:16.585-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Viver ou juntar dinheiro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; MARGIN: 0cm 22.5pt 11.25pt; BACKGROUND: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li em uma revista um artigo no qual jovens executivos davam receitas simples e práticas para qualquer um ficar rico. Aprendi, por exemplo, que se tivesse simplesmente deixado de tomar um cafezinho por dia, nos últimos 40 anos, teria economizado 30 mil reais. Se tivesse deixado de comer uma pizza por mês, 12 mil reais. E assim por diante.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; MARGIN: 0cm 22.5pt 11.25pt; BACKGROUND: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impressionado, peguei um papel e comecei a fazer contas. Para minha surpresa, descobri que hoje poderia estar milionário. Bastaria não ter tomado as caipirinhas que tomei, não ter feito muitas viagens que fiz, não ter comprado algumas das roupas caras que comprei. Principalmente, não ter desperdiçado meu dinheiro em itens supérfluos e descartáveis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; MARGIN: 0cm 22.5pt 11.25pt; BACKGROUND: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao concluir os cálculos, percebi que hoje poderia ter quase 500 mil reais na minha conta bancária. É claro que não tenho este dinheiro. Mas, se tivesse, sabe o que este dinheiro me permitiria fazer? Viajar, comprar roupas caras, me esbaldar em itens supérfluos e descartáveis, comer todas as pizzas que quisesse e tomar cafezinhos à vontade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; MARGIN: 0cm 22.5pt 11.25pt; BACKGROUND: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso, me sinto muito feliz em ser pobre. Gastei meu dinheiro por prazer e com prazer. E recomendo aos jovens e brilhantes executivos que façam a mesma coisa que fiz. Caso contrário, chegarão aos 61 anos com uma montanha de dinheiro, mas sem ter vivido a vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; MARGIN: 0cm 22.5pt 11.25pt; BACKGROUND: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não eduque seu filho para ser rico, eduque-o para ser feliz. Assim ele saberá o VALOR das coisas e não o seu PREÇO".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; MARGIN: 0cm 22.5pt 11.25pt; BACKGROUND: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="textoazul1"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; MARGIN: 0cm 22.5pt 11.25pt; BACKGROUND: white; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="textoazul1"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;                                                                                          Max Gehringer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-3719078297949969792?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3719078297949969792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3719078297949969792' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3719078297949969792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3719078297949969792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/viver-ou-juntar-dinheiro.html' title='Viver ou juntar dinheiro?'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8635621461002109599</id><published>2010-11-03T22:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:29:11.643-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Desassossegados do mundo correm atrás da felicidade possível, e uma vez alcançado seu quinhão, não sossegam: saem atrás da felicidade improvável, aquela que se promete constante, aquela que ninguém nunca viu, e por isso sua raridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desassossegados amam com atropelo, cultivam fantasias irreais de amores sublimes, fartos e eternos, são sabidamente apressados, cheios de ânsias e desejos, amam muito mais do que necessitam e recebem menos amor do que planejavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desassossegados pensam acordados e dormindo, pensam falando e escutando, pensam antes de concordar e, quando discordam, pensam que pensam melhor, e pensam com clareza uns dias e com a mente turva em outros, e pensam tanto que pensam que descansam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5206483789936628116-8635621461002109599?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8635621461002109599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8635621461002109599' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8635621461002109599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8635621461002109599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/11/desassossegados-do-mundo-correm-atras.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-155287588343123865</id><published>2010-10-29T22:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:13:29.427-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seicho no ie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DENTRO DE VOCÊ MESMO EXISTE A CAPACIDADE PARA SOLUCIONAR OS PROBLEMAS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As lições a serem aprendidas nesta vida são muitas; mas não precisamos nos preocupar, pois existe um princípio maravilhoso, segundo o qual “jamais nos serão apresentados problemas que não consigamos solucionar”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-155287588343123865?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/155287588343123865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=155287588343123865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/155287588343123865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/155287588343123865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/dentro-de-voce-mesmo-existe-capacidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4120181106958222586</id><published>2010-10-27T00:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:37:49.544-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vergonha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Eu &amp; as vacas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMeJbse6Q1I/AAAAAAAACBA/Y3jB2FqXCvo/s1600/Fotos+2010113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532541776138224466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMeJbse6Q1I/AAAAAAAACBA/Y3jB2FqXCvo/s320/Fotos+2010113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vaca azul: Serena, vaca nadista - Ipanema&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vaca vermelha: Váxi, na estação rodoviária&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vaca Preta e branca: Vacaduto da Borges - Esquina Democrática &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fui à Porto Alegre no fim de semana passado e adorei encontrar as vaquinhas da Cow Parade, uma pena que só pude fotografar com essas 3, de um total de 81. Espero que elas durem mais um pouco por aqui, porque em nenhuma outra cidade elas foram depredadas, mas já em Porto Alegre algumas foram pichadas, queimadas... Que vergonha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-4120181106958222586?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4120181106958222586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4120181106958222586' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4120181106958222586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4120181106958222586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-vacas.html' title='Eu &amp; as vacas'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMeJbse6Q1I/AAAAAAAACBA/Y3jB2FqXCvo/s72-c/Fotos+2010113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-7847298701052614592</id><published>2010-10-26T23:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:50:16.821-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmaltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores'/><title type='text'>Tapete Vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMeChgnQrII/AAAAAAAACA4/_3QOG5WEFZI/s1600/Fotos+2010112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532534179449842818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMeChgnQrII/AAAAAAAACA4/_3QOG5WEFZI/s320/Fotos+2010112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje foi um dia daqueles que toda mulher merece! Andava precisando dar uma relaxada assim: dia de salão de beleza! Tonalizar e hidratar cabelo, fazer unhas, sobrancelhas... Coisa boaaaa! Estava sentindo falta de colocar um vermelho nas mãos, e o esmalte escolhido de hoje foi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapete Vermelho - da Colorama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bem bonito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-7847298701052614592?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/7847298701052614592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=7847298701052614592' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7847298701052614592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/7847298701052614592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/tapete-vermelho.html' title='Tapete Vermelho'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMeChgnQrII/AAAAAAAACA4/_3QOG5WEFZI/s72-c/Fotos+2010112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1702660543727780613</id><published>2010-10-23T13:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:37:01.421-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Por ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD-rPebq5I/AAAAAAAACAw/VMVYREfmreY/s1600/carta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530700361252973458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD-rPebq5I/AAAAAAAACAw/VMVYREfmreY/s320/carta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" A alma tem dessas coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o corpo não acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Será por esse motivo&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto a gente se estranha? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-1702660543727780613?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1702660543727780613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1702660543727780613' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1702660543727780613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1702660543727780613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/por-ai.html' title='Por ai'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD-rPebq5I/AAAAAAAACAw/VMVYREfmreY/s72-c/carta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1753535356103915718</id><published>2010-10-22T00:50:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:56:37.558-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD87-fzvRI/AAAAAAAACAo/kZdZDVktJ1c/s1600/Fotos+201099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530698449729862930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD87-fzvRI/AAAAAAAACAo/kZdZDVktJ1c/s320/Fotos+201099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Te vejo sorrindo e fico imaginando, se algum dia o motivo do seu sorriso será por mim. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&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/5206483789936628116-1753535356103915718?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1753535356103915718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1753535356103915718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1753535356103915718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1753535356103915718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD87-fzvRI/AAAAAAAACAo/kZdZDVktJ1c/s72-c/Fotos+201099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3509207231200854348</id><published>2010-10-21T22:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:48:29.144-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><title type='text'>Anzol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD7al3QsXI/AAAAAAAACAg/OOHEaJ2uuAc/s1600/anzol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530696776670032242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD7al3QsXI/AAAAAAAACAg/OOHEaJ2uuAc/s320/anzol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Navegando por aqui descobri que o número de terminações nervosas que um peixe tem ao redor da boca é igual ao de terminações nervosas dos testículos humanos! Imaginem a dor dos peixinhos??? Não sei se é real, mas se for, deve doer pra caramba né??? Pobre dos testículos. Ops, dos peixinhos!&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/5206483789936628116-3509207231200854348?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3509207231200854348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3509207231200854348' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3509207231200854348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3509207231200854348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/anzol.html' title='Anzol'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TMD7al3QsXI/AAAAAAAACAg/OOHEaJ2uuAc/s72-c/anzol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-5477411428595544374</id><published>2010-10-20T09:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:12:34.580-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respeito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preconceito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim de semana'/><title type='text'>XVII Estância da Canção Gaúcha de São Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aconteceu entre os dias 14 e 17 de Outubro a XVII Estância da Canção Gaúcha. Cerca de 20 mil pessoas estiveram nos 4 dias de festival e eu não podia perder! E &lt;em&gt;tava&lt;/em&gt; bem &lt;em&gt;bueno... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Uma pena que nem todo mundo conhece nossa música regionalista, mas pode ser que a novela Araguaia (na rede Globo) coloque na sua trilha sonora músicas do sul! Chega de preconceito com os gaúchos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Agora algumas fotinhos dos vencedores e eu tietando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL726-Gd_XI/AAAAAAAACAY/cGHGY1mSY-A/s1600/Documents2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530128885420522866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL726-Gd_XI/AAAAAAAACAY/cGHGY1mSY-A/s320/Documents2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; 1° Lugar "Meu chasque não tem floreio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL72LVSAU2I/AAAAAAAACAQ/85OpKknOHNs/s1600/Documents3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530128067009205090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL72LVSAU2I/AAAAAAAACAQ/85OpKknOHNs/s320/Documents3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; 2° Lugar "Depois das Léguas da Carreteira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL702QeTdDI/AAAAAAAACAI/urns8cQrI7c/s1600/Documents1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530126605429732402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL702QeTdDI/AAAAAAAACAI/urns8cQrI7c/s320/Documents1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3° Lugar "Ponta de Lança"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL7z3lVrhyI/AAAAAAAACAA/egoLySum63A/s1600/Fotos+2010101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530125528698947362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL7z3lVrhyI/AAAAAAAACAA/egoLySum63A/s320/Fotos+2010101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu e o compositor Gujo Teixeira /  Cantor Luiz Marenco/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu e o cantor Rogério Melo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-5477411428595544374?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/5477411428595544374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=5477411428595544374' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5477411428595544374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/5477411428595544374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/xvii-estancia-da-cancao-gaucha-de-sao.html' title='XVII Estância da Canção Gaúcha de São Gabriel'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TL726-Gd_XI/AAAAAAAACAY/cGHGY1mSY-A/s72-c/Documents2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3490558946216078385</id><published>2010-10-16T22:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:39:17.199-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Lançamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLpP_86BkoI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/1DPi_J9DGow/s1600/vulva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528819452650558082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLpP_86BkoI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/1DPi_J9DGow/s320/vulva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Você passa minutos no chuveiro, usa sabonetes cheirosíssimos, passa hidratante, capricha na maquilagem e na hora do perfume... Cheiro de vulva!  Acabo de descobrir esse perfume pelo Twitter e segundo sua representante no Brasil, a modelo Angela Bismarchi, logo logo ele estará a venda por aqui. Cada coisa...&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/5206483789936628116-3490558946216078385?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3490558946216078385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3490558946216078385' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3490558946216078385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3490558946216078385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/lancamento.html' title='Lançamento'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLpP_86BkoI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/1DPi_J9DGow/s72-c/vulva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-117738384320252445</id><published>2010-10-13T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:02:00.969-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>A paz que trago em meu peito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLJ4IeSOxWI/AAAAAAAAB-4/TxS4VloruH4/s1600/Fotos+201087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526611779700835682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLJ4IeSOxWI/AAAAAAAAB-4/TxS4VloruH4/s320/Fotos+201087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" A paz que trago hoje em meu peito é diferente da paz que eu sonhei um dia…&lt;br /&gt;Quando se é jovem ou imaturo, imagina-se que ter paz é poder fazer o que se&lt;br /&gt;quer, repousar, ficar em silêncio e jamais enfrentar uma contradição ou uma&lt;br /&gt;decepção.&lt;br /&gt;Todavia, o tempo vai nos mostrando que a paz é resultado do entendimento de&lt;br /&gt;algumas lições importantes que a vida nos oferece.&lt;br /&gt;A paz está no dinamismo da vida, no trabalho, na esperança, na confiança, na&lt;br /&gt;fé…&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é ter a consciência tranqüila, é ter certeza de que se fez o melhor&lt;br /&gt;ou, pelo menos, tentou…&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é assumir responsabilidades e cumpri-las, é ter serenidade nos&lt;br /&gt;momentos mais difíceis da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é ter ouvidos que ouvem, olhos que vêem e boca que diz palavras que&lt;br /&gt;constroem.&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é ter um coração que ama…&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é brincar com as crianças, voar com os passarinhos, ouvir o riacho&lt;br /&gt;que desliza sobre as pedras e embala os ramos verdes que em suas água se&lt;br /&gt;espreguiçam…&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é não querer que os outros se modifiquem para nos agradar, é&lt;br /&gt;respeitar as opiniões contrárias, é esquecer as ofensas.&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é aprender com os próprios erros, é dizer não quando é não que se&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer…&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é ter coragem de chorar ou de sorrir quando se tem vontade…&lt;br /&gt;É ter forças para voltar atrás, pedir perdão, refazer o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;agradecer…&lt;br /&gt;Ter paz é admitir a própria imperfeição e reconhecer os medos, as fraquezas,&lt;br /&gt;as carências…&lt;br /&gt;A paz que hoje trago em meu peito é a tranqüilidade de aceitar os outros&lt;br /&gt;como são, e a disposição para mudar as próprias imperfeições.&lt;br /&gt;É a humildade para reconhecer que não sei tudo e aprender até com os&lt;br /&gt;insetos…&lt;br /&gt;É a vontade de dividir o pouco que tenho e não me aprisionar ao que não&lt;br /&gt;possuo.&lt;br /&gt;É melhorar o que está ao meu alcance, aceitar o que não pode ser mudado e&lt;br /&gt;ter lucidez para distinguir uma coisa da outra.&lt;br /&gt;É admitir que nem sempre tenho razão e, mesmo que tenha, não brigar por ela.&lt;br /&gt;A paz que hoje trago em meu peito é a confiança naquele que criou e governa&lt;br /&gt;o mundo…&lt;br /&gt;A certeza da vida futura e a convicção de que receberei, das leis soberanas&lt;br /&gt;da vida, o que a elas tiver oferecido.&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, para manter a paz que hoje mora em teu peito, é preciso usar um&lt;br /&gt;poderoso aliado chamado silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de usar o silêncio quando ouvir palavras infelizes.&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém está irritado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a maledicência te procura.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a ofensa te golpeia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém se encoleriza.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a crítica te fere.&lt;br /&gt;Quando escutas uma calúnia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a ignorância te acusa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o orgulho te humilha.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vaidade te provoca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O silêncio é a gentileza do perdão que se cala e espera o tempo, por isso é uma poderosa ferramenta para construir e manter a paz. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-117738384320252445?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/117738384320252445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=117738384320252445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/117738384320252445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/117738384320252445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/paz-que-trago-em-meu-peito.html' title='A paz que trago em meu peito'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLJ4IeSOxWI/AAAAAAAAB-4/TxS4VloruH4/s72-c/Fotos+201087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4826945504028908780</id><published>2010-10-11T00:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:54:47.138-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seicho no ie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O FRACASSO É UMA EXCELENTE OPORTUNIDADE PARA O RENASCIMENTO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesta vida, tudo constitui exercício, estudo e aprimoramento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os fracassos nunca são fortuitos; eles ocorrem por alguma razão e o motivo está na mente. Abrindo-se a mente, o mundo se amplia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fracasso também serve como “alavanca” para abrir a mente — &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;“O fracasso é a mãe do sucesso”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-4826945504028908780?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4826945504028908780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4826945504028908780' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4826945504028908780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4826945504028908780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-fracasso-e-uma-excelente-oportunidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-820157804330643984</id><published>2010-10-10T14:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:44:25.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLH7N2bSq7I/AAAAAAAAB-k/8MTXgiD0ynQ/s1600/Fotos+201081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526474433127164850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLH7N2bSq7I/AAAAAAAAB-k/8MTXgiD0ynQ/s320/Fotos+201081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" É primavera, te amo... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Orquideas aqui de casa, me fazem bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-820157804330643984?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/820157804330643984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=820157804330643984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/820157804330643984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/820157804330643984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/flores_10.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TLH7N2bSq7I/AAAAAAAAB-k/8MTXgiD0ynQ/s72-c/Fotos+201081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8757921816919038996</id><published>2010-10-09T12:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:05:08.799-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;" Recomeçar é só uma questão de querer. Se você quer, Deus quer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É por isso que ele acena sempre com essa nova chance chamada presente. Pense nisso e não perca nem mais um minuto! "&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8757921816919038996?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8757921816919038996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8757921816919038996' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8757921816919038996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8757921816919038996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/recomecar-e-so-uma-questao-de-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3358183902790457557</id><published>2010-10-08T21:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:35:26.746-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais de estimação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Adeus Vidinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TK-2XMhBoMI/AAAAAAAAB-c/BZSLBTrcw2o/s1600/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525835777419878594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TK-2XMhBoMI/AAAAAAAAB-c/BZSLBTrcw2o/s320/vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;To engasgada! O choro vai e vem.. Desde sábado a minha poodle dava sinais de que não duraria muito tempo... Domingo consultou no veterinário e além de falar que os tumores de mama haviam aumentado, diagnosticou um problema cardíaco. Ela tentava caminhar e caia. Quanta tristeza. Fizemos injeções, medicações para o coraçãozinho, mas nada adiantou, hoje pela manhã ela faleceu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Desde a chegada do Bernardo a Vida estava um pouco de lado, perdeu seu lugar na casa, mas era a minha Vidinhaaa! No começo, ela e o Be se estranhavam, mas no fim já brincavam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Ficarão saudades e lembranças da minha poodle de laboratório que com apenas 2 meses de idade veio de Porto Alegre comigo, dentro de uma sacola de viagem no ônibus, "dopada", e na metade da viagem acordou e chorava, mas ainda bem que ninguém ouviu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-3358183902790457557?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3358183902790457557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3358183902790457557' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3358183902790457557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3358183902790457557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/adeus-vidinha.html' title='Adeus Vidinha!'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TK-2XMhBoMI/AAAAAAAAB-c/BZSLBTrcw2o/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4717409819434065234</id><published>2010-10-04T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:02:00.276-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respeito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religião'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:9;color:#9c9c9c;"   &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:9;color:#9c9c9c;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chico Xavier costumava ter em cima de sua cama uma placa escrita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ISSO TAMBÉM PASSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí perguntaram para ele o porquê disso, e ele disse que era para se lembrar que quando estivesse passando por momentos ruins, poder lembrar de que eles iriam embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:9;color:#9c9c9c;"   &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:9;color:#9c9c9c;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que iriam passar, e que ele teria que passar por aquilo por algum motivo, mas essa placa também era para lembrá-lo que quando estivesse muito feliz, para não deixar tudo para trás e se deixar levar, porque esses momentos também iriam passar e momentos difíceis também viriam de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é exatamente disso que a vida é feita:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MOMENTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos os quais temos que passar, sendo bons ou não, para o nosso próprio aprendizado, por algum motivo, nunca esquecendo do mais importante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NADA É POR ACASO... Absolutamente nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5206483789936628116-4717409819434065234?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4717409819434065234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4717409819434065234' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4717409819434065234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4717409819434065234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/chico-xavier-costumava-ter-em-cima-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-4595526875031984515</id><published>2010-10-03T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:01:02.036-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Ultrapassado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eleições 2010 prometem... Cheia de inovações que na minha opinião não vão dar em nada, ou até vão, vão dar confusão isso sim! Algumas cidades vão estreiar o voto digital, onde o eleitor só coloca o "&lt;em&gt;dedão&lt;/em&gt;" e é identificada sua digital! Limpem seus dedinhos! Mas o que mais surpreendeu foi a quase que suspensão do uso do título de eleitor! Qual sua finalidade agora??? Não sei quantos anos faz que ele existe e agora para votar só é necessário uma documento com foto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Será que só agora se deram por conta que o título poderia conter uma foto do eleitor??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Será que só agora se deram por conta que ele é passível de fraude, já que qualquer um pode pegar e votar com o titulo de outro??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Será que o Brasil está abrindo os olhos, só agora???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vou guardar meu título, de recordação!&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/5206483789936628116-4595526875031984515?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/4595526875031984515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=4595526875031984515' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4595526875031984515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/4595526875031984515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/ultrapassado.html' title='Ultrapassado'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-1145723593996765111</id><published>2010-10-02T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:00:05.406-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Até meus ódios mais intensos passam tão rápido que eu até esqueço que eles já existiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-1145723593996765111?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/1145723593996765111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=1145723593996765111' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1145723593996765111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/1145723593996765111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/ate-meus-odios-mais-intensos-passam-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8200251830203150858</id><published>2010-10-02T00:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:12:26.213-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só pra descontrair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKUwhzF0B-I/AAAAAAAAB-E/FoHFqyG45qY/s1600/Fotos+201069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522873875248187362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKUwhzF0B-I/AAAAAAAAB-E/FoHFqyG45qY/s320/Fotos+201069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:x-large;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;color:#cc00cc;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;color:#cc00cc;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“ Amor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;color:#cc00cc;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;aquela dos nossos&lt;br /&gt;sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Não existem príncipes nem princesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real,&lt;br /&gt;exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;color:#cc00cc;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;color:#cc00cc;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;color:#cc00cc;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Shak&lt;wbr&gt;espeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-8200251830203150858?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8200251830203150858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8200251830203150858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8200251830203150858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8200251830203150858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/amor-nao-e-se-envolver-com-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKUwhzF0B-I/AAAAAAAAB-E/FoHFqyG45qY/s72-c/Fotos+201069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-3708672177590585361</id><published>2010-10-01T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:02:00.257-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confiança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decepções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Vote consciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKKs_6mbcpI/AAAAAAAAB90/xThqjzXFam0/s1600/urna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522166307171824274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKKs_6mbcpI/AAAAAAAAB90/xThqjzXFam0/s320/urna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada macaco no seu galho... político na política, artista na arte, palhaço no circo, jogador no campo e etc...voto consciente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Sempre gostei de política, já andei de bandeira em punho, ia à comicios, mas me decepcionei, cansei de promessas... Infelizmente, são todos iguais... Pode ser que ainda exista algum "&lt;em&gt;melhorzinho&lt;/em&gt;", então no próximo domingo vote certo, vote consciente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/5206483789936628116-3708672177590585361?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/3708672177590585361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=3708672177590585361' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3708672177590585361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/3708672177590585361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/10/vote-consciente.html' title='Vote consciente'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKKs_6mbcpI/AAAAAAAAB90/xThqjzXFam0/s72-c/urna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-381049195199952826</id><published>2010-09-30T23:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:23:34.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doença'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estilo de vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saúde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comportamento'/><title type='text'>Infarto Feminino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Ela comentou que não se sentia bem... Lhe doíam as costas.... Foi deitar-se um pouco até que passasse.. Mais tarde, quando fui ver como ela estava, a encontrei sem respiração... Não a puderam reviver" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Comentou o marido ao médico já no Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu sabia que os ataques cardíacos nas mulheres são diferentes, mas nunca imaginei nada como isto. Esta é a melhor descrição que li sobre esta terrível experiência.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabias que os ataques cardíacos nas mulheres raramente apresentam os mesmos sintomas 'dramáticos' que anunciam o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;infarto&lt;/span&gt; nos homens? Me refiro à dor intensa no peito, o suor frio e o desfalecimento (desmaio, perda de&lt;br /&gt;consciência) súbito que eles sofrem e que vemos representados em muitos filmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para que saibam como é a versão feminina do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;infarto&lt;/span&gt;, uma mulher que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experimentou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ataque cardíaco nos vai contar sua história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Eu tive um inesperado ataque do coração por volta de 22h30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;min&lt;/span&gt;, sem haver feito nenhum esforço físico exagerado nem haver sofrido algum trauma emocional que pudesse desencadeá-lo. Estava sentada, muito &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;agasalhadinha&lt;/span&gt;, com meu gato nos joelhos vendo novela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um pouco mais tarde, senti uma horrível sensação de indigestão, como quando -&lt;br /&gt;estando com pressa - comemos um sanduíche, engolindo-o com um pouco de água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esta foi minha sensação inicial... O 'único problema' era que eu NÃO HAVIA comido NADA desde às 17h00&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;min&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Depois, desapareceu esta sensação e senti como se alguém me apertara a coluna vertebral (pensando bem, agora acredito que eram os espasmos em minha aorta).&lt;br /&gt;Logo, a pressão começou a avançar para o meu esterno (osso de onde nascem as costelas no peito). O processo continuou até que a pressão subiu à garganta e a sensação correu, então, até alcançar ambos os lados de meu queixo.&lt;br /&gt;Tirei os pés do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;puff&lt;/span&gt; e tratei de ir até o telefone, mas caí no chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me levantei me apoiando em uma cadeira e caminhei devagar até o telefone para&lt;br /&gt;chamar a emergência. Lhes disse que acreditava que estava tendo um ataque cardíaco e descrevi meus sintomas. Tratando de manter a calma, informei o que se passava comigo. Eles me disseram que viriam imediatamente e me aconselharam deitar-me perto da porta, depois de destrancá-la para que pudessem entrar e me&lt;br /&gt;localizar rapidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Segui suas instruções, me deitei no chão e, quase imediatamente, perdi os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com o cardiologista me informando que havia introduzido um pequeno balão em minha artéria &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;femural&lt;/span&gt; para instalar dois '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stents&lt;/span&gt;' que mantivessem aberta minha artéria coronária do lado direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Graças a minhas explicações precisas, os médicos já estavam esperando prontos para atender-me adequadamente quando cheguei ao hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dicas importantes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Dizem que muito mais mulheres que homens morrem em seu primeiro (e último) ataque cardíaco porque não identificam os sintomas e/ou os confundem com os de uma indigestão. CHAMEM a AMBULÂNCIA, se sentem que seu corpo experimenta algo estranho. Cada um conhece o estado natural (normal) de seu corpo. Mais vale uma 'falsa emergência' do que não &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atrever&lt;/span&gt;-se a chamar e perder a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Notem que disse 'chamem os Paramédicos/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ambulâ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ncia&lt;/span&gt;'. AMIGAS, o tempo é&lt;br /&gt;importante, e as informações precisas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Não acreditem que não possam sofrer um ataque cardíaco porque seu colesterol é normal ou 'nunca tiveram problemas cardíacos'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,32,96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,176,80);font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os ataques cardíacos são o resultado de um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; prolongado que faz que nosso sistema segregue toda classe de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hormônios&lt;/span&gt; daninhos que inflamam as artérias e tecido cardíaco.Por outro lado, as mulheres que estão entrando na menopausa ou já a ultrapassaram, perdem a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proteção&lt;/span&gt; que lhes brindava os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estrogênios&lt;/span&gt;, pelo que correm igual risco de sofrer mais problemas cardíacos do que os homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206483789936628116-381049195199952826?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/381049195199952826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=381049195199952826' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/381049195199952826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/381049195199952826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/09/infarto-feminino.html' title='Infarto Feminino'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-2490614894995988821</id><published>2010-09-30T20:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:47:02.947-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seicho no ie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKUhP170I2I/AAAAAAAAB98/ZUQPcI_Dmlk/s1600/Fotos+201078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522857074099495778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKUhP170I2I/AAAAAAAAB98/ZUQPcI_Dmlk/s320/Fotos+201078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Não se subestime jamais. Mentalize que você é um ser grandioso. As pessoas tornam-se aquilo que acreditam ser. Esta é uma Verdade imutável. "&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/5206483789936628116-2490614894995988821?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/2490614894995988821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=2490614894995988821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2490614894995988821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/2490614894995988821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-se-subestime-jamais.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKUhP170I2I/AAAAAAAAB98/ZUQPcI_Dmlk/s72-c/Fotos+201078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-8399788615367115604</id><published>2010-09-28T23:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:38:19.380-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namorido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comemoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Niver do Cláudio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522158984612369074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKKmVr8NUrI/AAAAAAAAB9s/fLuSUZQmbxo/s320/Fotos+201079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje quero que você saiba que valeu a pena conhecer você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter deixado o destino nos fazer encontrar;&lt;/taghw&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;valeu a pena ter correspondido ao seu primeiro impulso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter ultrapassado barreiras; não ter acreditado em besteiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e outras histórias que as pessoas inventam e que maltratam o nosso coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter sido companheira; ter sido ciumenta; ter amado tanto.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter feito amor; ter gerado filho; formado uma família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter sido a sua sócia no negócio da vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter passado por problemas e saber resolvê-los sempre juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu muito a pena ter vivido tudo isso e saber que muito mais ainda virá e que o amor vigoroso nos manterá unidos e que venceremos na alegria, na tristeza, no sucesso e nas derrapagens da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha certeza sempre: valeu a pena lhe amar; ser sua mulher; sua companheira; sua namorada; sua amante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Parabéns pelo seu aniversário, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Te amo demais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com certeza, tenho que te agradecer por tudo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522157320950070258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKKk02UNO_I/AAAAAAAAB9k/hU6SCyuXNDg/s320/Formatura13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: #000000; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; TEXT-DECORATION: none" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5206483789936628116-8399788615367115604?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/8399788615367115604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=8399788615367115604' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8399788615367115604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/8399788615367115604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/2010/09/niver-do-claudio.html' title='Niver do Cláudio'/><author><name>Flávia Fayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15755996625524956837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/ShniglrVXLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jy-g4tv3-_c/S220/Maio15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjutDdaWb2I/TKKmVr8NUrI/AAAAAAAAB9s/fLuSUZQmbxo/s72-c/Fotos+201079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206483789936628116.post-6863823895422284563</id><published>2010-09-25T19:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:50:17.461-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respeito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiva'/><title type='text'>Vírus no orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;O sábado prometia ser um dia lindo! Sol maravilhoso, temperatura agradável - se bem que prefiro aquele frio de &lt;em&gt;renguear cusco&lt;/em&gt; - mas não posso reclamar! A manhã estava reservada para a beleza. Cabelo, mão, sobrancelha ... Coisas de mulher! Oh delícia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Depois do almoço, coloquei o Bezinho para ver um desenho e fui arrumar a bagunça que há dias se formava no meu quarto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Dei uma espiadinha no blog, twitter, msn, notícias e no orkut! Maldita horaaaaa! Li no G1 sobre um vírus no orkut, mas nem nem... Passei a tarde com o som a mil no note, e volta e meia dava uma espiada nas "novis" da net, até que: fui infectada pelo tal vírus do orkut! Na minha página apareceu "Pegadinha do Malandro" e várias comunidades que tinham sido "adicionadas por mim", só que não adicionei coisa nenhuma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Agora to aqui esperando que o Google remova o vírus e eu possa voltar a usar normalmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas me digam uma coisa? Com que finalidade alguém cria um vírus para atingir o orkut ou qualquer outra coisa??? Se fosse um site de banco, vendas... até "entenderia", mas redes sociais???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Pura falta do que fazer...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas eu ainda tenho muito o que fazer! A bagunça já era, agora só guardar umas roupinhas do Bernardo e esperar o amor que tá chegandoooo!!! Uhulll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/5206483789936628116-6863823895422284563?l=estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdedesabafo.blogspot.com/feeds/6863823895422284563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5206483789936628116&amp;postID=6863823895422284563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206483789936628116/posts/default/6863823895422284563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou os extremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;É ou não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou ou não sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quer ou não quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero ou não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não gosto de meios termos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nunca gostei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E não vai ser agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Copo pela metade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vazio ou cheio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nada de meio termos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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